Tag Teamed

Chapter 6 & 7

      Chapter 6

 (Bo)

  "Bo, wake up. We're here." I hear someone say to me in a gentle voice. I open my eyes reluctantly and look over to see who woke me up. I forgot I was in Darius's car. I thought that was just a bad dream. But I guess not. Damn.  

  "Oh, my bad. I didn't mean to fall asleep. Good thing you didn't kill me though, because I would come back and haunt your ass the end of the earth and back again." I said with a chuckle.

  "Don't worry about it. And as long as you keep your man hands to yourself, I think you'll be safe with me." He says with a smirk, that will drop any girl on their ass. But it just makes me glare at him.   "I do not have man hands." I say holding out my hands to look at them. Then he holds out his and I can see the resemblance. Shit. I do have man hands.

 Darius then takes one of my hands and places it against one of his to size them up. What the hell was that? I say to my inner self as I feel a shock run all the way from my hand to my spine and to the tips of my toes. I pull my hand back quickly and look up into those beautiful blue eyes.

 He is staring right back at me with wide, confused eyes. What in the hell is going on? I move my eyes down to his beautifully sculpted lips. Damn, I suddenly have the urge to lean in and kiss him. But I catch myself and look away. I scold myself for thinking about kissing someone that just kidnapped me and is my best friends brother. What in the heck is wrong with you, Bo? I ask myself. Get it together.

  I clear my throat and choke out, "We should probably get inside. Wait, what time is it?" I ask. What if its not even open? What if the guy went home? I ask myself.

 "Its only 1:30 a.m. He lives right next door anyway. He said that he would be here and that this would only take a few minutes then you will be free to go home and sleep or whatever." He say.   "Oh, Okay. Let's get this over with then." I say and get out of the car. This place is huge. It's a large brick building with two large posters plastered on both side windows.

  One is of Andrew Jones in the '80s with his championship belt. He was a very attractive guy in his time. I would have been one to drool over him. But as I move my head in the direction of the other one, I stop dead in my tracks. Holy hell.

 This poster is of Darius in nothing but black shorts and his championship belt. He has muscles on top of muscles. He is sporting an 8 pack and has tattoos over his heart, torso, right shoulder blade and his left hip going to his back. He has biceps that look just lickable. And he has the most amazing V, I have ever seen.

  It takes me a minute to come back to reality, but I do and look over at Darius to find his eyes sparkling and a smug look on his face. What an asshole. He knew I was looking at him and he thinks its funny. He is so lucky I can't hit him right now. I would kill to be in the ring with him for five minutes just to give him a good ass whooping.

  "Are you going to stand there all day admiring me? Because I don't mind. I would be happy to show you the 3D version though. Its much more interesting." he say with a chuckle, and a sudden glow in his eyes. Oh, I bet he would the bastard.

 "I would rather look at Santa Claus naked, Thank you. Now come on before I break my promise and choke slam you through the glass window." I say utterly irritated as I walk right past him hearing him roar in laughter.

 "Damn, we just met and you already want to kill me. My brother would love you." he says laughing once more. The arse.

 "Are you done?" I ask him. He is really making it hard for me to stay calm, and not punch his face in. Why in the hell am I getting so angry. He is only laughing. "Sorry." I say and then walk into the gym door.