Made From Greater Stone (Book one in the Stone Series) - SAMPLE ONLY

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

Just as I am heading out I feel a hand grab mine and pull me backwards.  It was him; I knew it without even turning around, I sense it, it was the same sparks of electricity as before.  How does he do that?

"You ok?” Nathan asks his eyes filled with concern.  I shake my head, he quickly pushes the doors in front of me and still holding my hand he ushers me to a bench outside the club.

The flush of a cool evening breeze was a welcome one.  He sits me down, I lean forward to try and stop the spinning sensation.  I feel him take my hair and twist it, he holds it with one hand close to my head, and the chilly air passes across my neck instantly helping me cool down.

"Honey," he says softly, taking my hand he places it on his chest.  "Just take deep breaths" he rests his hand against mine to feel the beat if his heart.  I fix on it just like he tells me to; it helps the spinning sensation finally come to a stop.

We sit in silence for what must be at least five minutes before I lift my head.  Again his eyes grab me; there is nowhere else to look. They are so beautifully blue.  They remind me of the clear waters of the Caribbean Sea urging me to come on in and take swim; I am lost in depths of the ocean.  Damn I’m drunk, yeah like majorly drunk.

I am vaguely aware of a girl shouting his name, and he responds "Go away Portia" firmly.  Without hesitation,  she scuttles back into the club.

He mouths, "stalker"  before raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes as if that was perfectly normal.  This makes me giggle, and he smiles too.

 "Better?" He asks, I nod. "Good" he drops my hair and quickly stands.  I am shocked at his sudden movement.  Is he leaving me? Oh, please don't go, please.

He holds his hand out and without hesitation I take it.  As I stand, I stumble, and he instantly pulls me up “Nathan” I whisper in his ear "whatever happens don't let go of my hand."  I feel so vulnerable, in a new city, and a complete loss of my senses the only thing making me feel safe right now was the hold Nathan Stone had on me.  I may have only just met this man, yet somehow he has my trust.

He smirks, “don't worry Honey Bee, you’re going nowhere.”  He tightens his grip on my hand and leads me to the end of the block where we enter a small diner; there is no one else in there.  He sits me in a booth with bright red leatherette seats and rests opposite me.

"How you feeling?" He asks.

Actually, rather stupid and embarrassed.  “Much better thank you, I’m sorry about all of this.” I can't believe he is seeing me in this state.

"Not much of a drinker eh?" He smiles kindly.  I shake my head, I had possibly drunk more tonight than I had in the whole of the last two years.  Jeez way to go Liv!  Talk about first impressions.

An older lady comes over to our table, “What can I get ya?” She smiles over at Nathan.  It appears he manages to turn on sex drives that I would have assumed were dormant.  She is old enough to be his grandmother.  He doesn't acknowledge her woos; instead his eyes never leaving mine.  Without asking what I want, he orders two black coffees.  I am pleased as I would be so tempted to say I want you.  That would just top my embarrassment stack off nicely.