Coaching ~ Complete ~ Sample

Part 3

Damon didn't know what he was doing. It was like his brain had stopped listening to him and was running his body by itself. He pulled a shirt over his head and grabbed his keys from the top of the dresser, then shut and locked the door behind him. He really couldn't let this girl walk around the city by herself. Bad things happened when girls were walking around alone.

He took the stairs back down, glad to see that she'd listened and stayed there. The last thing he needed was to find out something happened to her when he'd been able to make sure she'd gotten to work safely. Damon walked over and pulled the door open and held the top of it so that she could go out.

The girl, Missy as she'd called herself on the phone, walked right under his arm. Short as hell. Once she was out on the porch, he shut the door and headed out to his lifted Dodge 3500. The dark red was a blood color and it looked good.

He walked around to the passenger's door and opened it. "Get in." Damon nodded to the cab. Missy visibly swallowed before climbing into the truck. He watched as she pulled herself up into the seat, trying not to look at the ass that was trying to peek out from under her thick jacket. Was it cold out? It felt warm to him, but he'd always run hot. It was fall, after all. After she was seated in the truck he shut the door and rounded the front.

Missy was buckling her seatbelt when he shut his door. He looked her over. Her pants were wrinkled from sleeping in them on the couch and her brown hair was falling out of her braid, but it didn't look bad. In fact, it was kind of hot. Paired with her thick, full lips that were naturally colored a pinkish-red, she looked like she just had a hard makeout session. She couldn't go to work looking like that.

Damon shoved the key in the ignition. "Where do you live?"

"Um, you can just take me to work." Her soft voice was barely heard over the rumble of his engine starting.

"You can't go to work looking like you slept on the floor. Where do you live?" Okay, maybe that was a bit of an asshole thing to say but it wasn't like he cared if he hurt anyone's feelings. If it did hurt her feelings, then she shouldn't be so damn soft.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her looking down at her clothes, pulling at her jacket and trying to rearrange them. "Oh, um, I guess you're right. I live over in the West Highland Apartments. Apartment B6." He nodded and headed that way. The drive over was quiet, besides the growl of the truck. As he was pulling into the apartment complex she broke that silence. "I'm Missy, by the way."

"Damon." He said as he looked at the building letters. He found complex B and pulled into that parking area. They were nice apartments that looked like they were well taken care of. Damon parked in front.

"Um, you don't have to wait for me. I can get a cab or an Uber." She suggested.

"I'm already here." Besides, those things weren't safe. Not that her safety was his problem. You made it your problem this morning. A voice in his head said. Yeah, he did and he was going to make sure she got to work and that would be it.

"Okay." The door opened and he looked over to watch her slide off of the seat, landing with a bounce on her feet. She shut the door without looking back up at him and he watched her power walk to the stairs and up. Missy disappeared down a hall and he crossed his arms over his chest, keeping his eyes on that hallway as he waited for her. Should he have gone up with her? Made sure she got there safely? What the hell was he thinking? She could get to her apartment safely. He'd fucking lost his mind.

Less than ten minutes went by before she started back down the stairs. Damon dropped his head back on the rest and closed his eyes, pretending he hadn't been watching for her. The door opened and he cracked an eye to watch as she climbed back in. Refusing to offer to help her. Helping her meant putting his hands on her and he wasn't about to do that. Hell no. She shut the door and buckled in.