Toney Pov
I take a deep breath as I walk into my hotel room. This chick is a piece of work but nothing I can't handle. I touch my face where she hit me and it stings. "Great not only will my face be bruised but its cut open too." Not that I'm a stranger to pain. It comes with the territory.
I walk over to the bathroom and take a look at my face. Not too bad. I grab a washcloth off the counter and run it under some cold water. I quickly use it to wipe up the dried blood on my face, then go to grab my bag. I'm quick to get everything together, not that I have much, but I don't want to make the little lady wait any longer than necessary.
I chuckle at the thought of her in the car all in a tizzy because she's handcuffed to my steering wheel. I admit that girl has spunk for trying what she did but I was just a little too quick for her.
I walk out locking the door behind me. I was surprised when I originally checked in that they still actually used doors that locked with a key instead of a magnetized card system like most places do.
Walking up to the car I notice Eirena is sitting back in her chair. I thought I would find her still trying to get out or loose. She doesn't look too happy about being there but she will just have to get over it. I have a job to do and I'm not going to let her perfect little ass get in my way.
After dumping my bag in the trunk I go to the office and check out. The guy at the office nervously checks me out. I notice he keeps looking at me and then over to my car. From here it's a straight view to where Eirena is sitting. He must have seen are little spat from earlier because you can't see the hand cuffs.
"That's none of your business asshole." I tell him catching his attention.
I toss down the money for the bill and a hundred on top and walk out. Hopefully the guy will keep his trap shut.
I open the door to the car and fake getting in. As anticipated the little spitfire doesn't disappoint. I see the punch coming a mile away and jump out the car.
"You asshole let me loose."
I simply shrug and lean on the door way facing her.
"Babe your not the first to call me that and you won't be the last. So how about you put the claws away and play nice, huh."
She continues to stare daggers at me. Which to be honest is a turn on to me but I'm a little fucked up that way. Then again who isn't in my line of work.
With a huff she pushes herself back into her seat and try's to cross her arms only to relies she is still stuck to my steering wheel. I grab the cuff and unhook her wrist and she immediately pulls it to her and rubs it. I notice it is red and a little cut up. She must have been pulling it harder then I thought.
I close the door and go over to the trunk and grab a bottle of healing stuff from my bag. I wasn't lying when I said I didn't want to hurt her. Just as I'm about to close the trunk the passenger side door swings open and the little witch is running off.
"DAMN IT GET BACK HERE!" I shout as I run after her.
Lucky for me I'm a fast runner and she doesn't get too far before I grab her around the waist and pull her to a stop.
"Let me go." She says while she tries to struggle free.
"No!"
I walk back over to the my car fighting and dragging my devil girl all the way.
"Please, stop, sweetheart. I won't ask nicely again."
That throws her off her game because she stops just long enough for me to push her into the front seat and slam the door.This girl is really a spit fire and it's going to be a long trip.
I quickly move to the other side and get in tossing the bottle at her at the same time. She looks at the bottle then at me curiously.
"Put some of that on your wrist. It will help heal it." I ground out while getting in.
She keeps staring at me.
With a huff I relent and say, "I meant it when I said I didn't want to hurt you. That stuff really works."
She looked back at the bottle debating my words. Why does she have to be so difficult?
Having enough of this I grab the bottle. I pour some onto my hand and grab her wrist.
"Let me go."
She try's to pull back but I just tighten my hold. She winces in pain and I realize I'm holding her sore wrist. I release her just enough to move my hand around to spread the cream over her cuts.
"Sorry." I mumble.
After I'm done I clean my hand on my jeans. I can feel her eyes on me the whole time and I'm sure if looks could kill I'd be dead but I look up at her anyways. We stair at each other for a few minutes surprisingly her eyes aren't of hate but of confusion. With a huff she shakes her head then turns and faces out the window.
With nothing but silence between us, I turn on the car and head out. I hope the next three days are this quiet.
