The Hunter's Angel

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There are certain moments in life where you have to sit back and ask yourself, what the hell am I doing? 

I was currently at that point in my life, as I sat behind Hunter with my arms wrapped tight around his rock-solid waist. 

It took him quite a while to convince me to get on his motorcycle, but once I realized he wasn't taking no for an answer, I caved and slid on. It didn't escape me that he just somehow had two helmets handy. I knew without a doubt that this man had planned on giving me a ride home. 

Cocky prick. 

Hunter sped through the city with ease, the buildings around us looking like vivid blurs. I was completely tense, my thighs squeezing tightly around him as I shut my eyes in fear. I thought I heard a low grunt come out of Hunter at the pressure of my legs, but it was so noisy I couldn't be sure. 

He seemed to noticed my fear because he slowly let go of one of the handlebars and placed his hand on my thigh in a soothing manner. Heat pooled in my stomach at his touch, and that sensation mixed with the slight thrill I was beginning to feel from the speed did funny things to my body. 

It would be a lie to say I wasn't slightly enjoying myself.

What the hell was I doing? 

By the time we got to his place, I was feeling worked up in more ways than one. Hunter parked his bike out on the street, and I shook my head as I hopped off, telling myself to get a grip on it. Taking the giant helmet off, I handed it to Hunter and mumbled a quick thanks, attempting to fix the mess that was my hair. 

Hunter got off the bike and came to stand next to me, outside the entrance to what looked to be a high-rise. A nice one too. 

"How are you feeling?" he asked. 

"Fine, totally fine. You really didn't have to bring me here, I would have been perfectly okay at my place." 

Hunter shook his head. "You're delusional if you think I was just gonna drop you off alone at your apartment after what you just went through." 

I stared at him in perplexion, not knowing what to say. Besides Kat and Liam, I had never met anybody that actually cared that much about my wellbeing. 

It scared me. 

Trying to ignore how his words made me feel, I started walking towards the entrance. I realized how that was probably rude since it was Hunter's place, but I didn't have the capacity for niceties right now. 

Used to my abrasiveness, Hunter just chuckled behind me and began following, stepping in front to open the doors. 

The lobby was luxurious. High ceilings, crystal chandeliers, classy receptionists, a decorated lounge area, and intimidating security guards all adorned the space, and I looked around in awe. 

Hunter gave me a little push forward, waving to the female receptionist whose grin fell at the sight of me. I guess Hunter didn't bring girls back to his place often. 

I didn't know why but the thought of that made me smile. 

"Mr. Michaelson," greeted one of the security guards with a nod. His gaze passed to me. "Miss." 

"Hey, Mike," acknowledged Hunter. "Have a good night." 

He led me into the elevator, pressing the top floor, level 20. I didn't even think my apartment building had more than 10 floors. 

The doors slid shut, leaving us with the jazzy tunes playing from the elevator speakers. This was some classy shit. 

We didn't speak a word the whole ride up, and I kept cracking my knuckles tensely. I had never been to a guy's place before.