The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 1 - 48 hours on

Chapter 1 – 48 hours later

                “Excuse me, Miss.” I grunted, opening my eyes drowsily. The sun was bright against my eyelids, making me squint and hold my arm up in front of my face to shield myself from the sun.

                “Miss.” The voice came back, terrorising my ears when I tried to shove my body forward.

                “Yeah, yeah, hold on,” I grumbled under my breath, clamping my eyes closed before opening them and looking up into the light.

                It didn’t take me long to come to the conclusion that I wasn’t in the villa, nor was I inside. That would explain the breeze and extremely solid bench.

                Glancing around, everything was unfamiliar, including the policeman that was standing above me. Crap.

                “Um, hello,” I offered, trying to stand up but immediately feeling the world spin around me. Bile rose in my throat, threatening to spill out with dinner from the night before. I could not puke on a police man’s shoes, which would just be the icing on the cake for whatever trouble I was already in. Cake, not a good thought for someone who was already feeling sick.

                “Miss, can you please wake your partner up, we need to talk.” Unsurprisingly, the guy was strongly Italian and I was having trouble deciphering the English words from his accent.

                “Sure.” I had no idea what partner he was on about until I looked down to see Hunter sprawled on the bench behind where I had been sitting. Or laying.

                Only, he was topless, rugged and had a massive bruise under his eye. When I looked down, I realised where his top was. I just hoped that we hadn’t gotten up to anything the night before that caused the policeman to do us in for indecent exposure or whatever charge it was. At least Hunter’s shirt covered my top half so I wasn’t showing anything other than my legs.

                I did as the policeman told me, just a lot less gently than he would’ve done. I thwacked his bare chest and his eyes immediately popped open.

                “What the fu-“ I cut him off before he could say anything that would get us in even more trouble.

                “Hunter, the police are here, get up,” I hissed. Hunter crooked his neck up, taking in his surroundings before crashing his skull back down and pushing himself up from the bench.

                It felt like some little man had climbed inside my ear and was banging his hammer against the inside of my skull as Hunter got to his feet and looked me over. He probably felt just as bad as I did because he didn’t smirk; he just scowled at the policeman.

                “Is there a problem?” Hunter asked. His voice was gruff and sleep ridden. He scratched the nape of his neck and slung his arm over my shoulder, pulling me against his side possessively. What he didn’t know was that he just made all the stones and gravel dig into my feet, causing a stinging sensation to run up my legs.

                “Can I see some ID please?” the policeman asked. By the sign on his uniform, we guessed that he was ‘Officer Ontario’ but I didn’t dare say anything. Hunter was the best one for dealing with the police.

                There was another officer with him, standing slightly behind Ontario, staring at my legs. Hunter scoffed.

                “Her eyes are up there,” he replied calmly, motioning to my face. I glared at him and motioned for him to keep his trap shut if we wanted to avoid prison.