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Thank god, Lourdes and one of her team members arrive.
Lourdes yanks Dylan off of Oliver. She’s probably the only person in the world capable of doing that and making it look effortless. “Jesus, Dylan, you want a lawsuit?”
“He was about to hurt Olivia.” He glares at Oliver. If looks could kill, the man would be lying on the floor in a pile of dust already.
“I wasn’t going to hurt her.” Oliver’s voice is so pathetic it almost breaks my heart.
Almost.
I’m not ever going to forget what he did. I’ll have nightmares about what he might have done if Dylan hadn’t come when he did.
“We’ll take care of him,” Lourdes says and then nods in my direction. “Check on her, eh? She looks like she can barely stand up.”
I hadn’t even noticed how weak my body had gotten as I stood here. The absolute shock of it all is just starting to hit me. “I think I need to…need to-“
Dylan rushes to my side and slides one hand onto my lower back, grabbing my other hand for support. “Careful.”
His touch makes me stronger. I don’t know how to explain it. But it just does. Infuses me with comfort and steadiness.
All the same, I allow him to guide me to one of the sofas surrounding the center stage. I glance over at Lourdes who is pushing Oliver out of The Underground.
My boss helps me sit down. “Don’t look at him.”
I snap my attention back to Dylan.
He gets to his knees before me. “Just look at me.”
Now that I’m looking at him, it would be impossible to look away.
“It’s all okay now, alright?” He holds his hands out to me.
Is Dylan asking me to touch him when we know what kind of fire that can ignite?
However, I’d be denying myself so much if I refused. I need his steadiness. Something to hold onto. What better than his hands…
As soon as I set my palms in his, my heart starts to race once again. But this time, it’s because of the warmth-in-your-chest feeling that overwhelms me.
He looks me over. “Are you hurt?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“What…what happened?”
I hesitate.
“You don’t have to tell me yet if you-“
“No, no, it’s…” I keep my eyes glued to our hands. If I look up at the beautiful edges of his face, I might lose all ability to speak. “Hazel was sobbing after leaving a scene with Oliver-“
Dylan’s grip tightens. “What did he do?”
“He wouldn’t yield to the safe word.”
“Bastard.”
“I let Hazel go home and went to find Oliver, but he-he-“
Dylan scans The Underground. “Why the hell didn’t Ruby do something?”
I shake my head. “Don’t know where she is.”
“That’s unacceptable.”
I nod.
We are both quiet. From outside The Underground, an argument is escalating.
“Is he going to be expelled from the club?”
“We’ll have a trial with the disciplinary council, but…this is serious. He can’t be harassing or hurting anyone here.”
“Of course.” I wouldn’t want anyone who works under me to be in jeopardy because this man can’t get his act together. And yet, I still feel bad for him.
Dylan’s eyes soften as he looks into mine. “We’ll get him help, though. He needs serious rehabilitation for that drinking.”
I remain silent. This is all too much for a Thursday afternoon.
“You should go home.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, that’s an order, Olivia.”
Heat rushes over me.
I don’t mind Dylan ordering me around. I’d just rather it be in different circumstances.
“I never want you to feel like you have to put yourself in danger for the sake of money. Do you understand?”
I pull my eyes up to Dylan’s, willing them to stay there for at least a few moments. “That’s my job.”
“I know it is. And you’re too damn good at it for your own good.”
Bashful, I laugh, turning away.
Dylan reaches up, fingers catching a piece of hair that’s tumbled out of my slicked-back bun in all the chaos. “I mean it. I know it’s only been a few weeks, but I…” He shakes his head and tucks my hair behind my ear. “We can’t afford to lose you.”
Was that what he was going to say?
I can’t afford to lose you?
Quit your daydreaming, Olivia. It’s never going to happen. Can never happen.
Dylan places his hands on his knees to push to standing. He lets out a heavy breath, and for some reason, thinking about how he is older than me makes my stomach flip. In a fantastic way.
He stands before me for a second. “I’m going to go deal with this. Alright? I’ll let everyone know you’re gone for the day. And take tomorrow off too. Reset.”
I can’t manage to reply because if I tried, I’d probably just beg him to stay. My body seems to go limp as his footsteps get farther and farther away.
I try so hard, but I can’t keep it in anymore. “You’re good at that.”
Why did you have to say that out loud?
“At what?”
I look up, thinking I could just slap myself, but I have to answer him anyway. “Comforting. You made me feel a lot better.”
Dylan smiles. Not one full of mischief or knowingness I can’t comprehend. A real smile. “Thank you.”
The moment aches and aches. If only one of us would give up on being good at our jobs.
He clears his throat. Smile disappears. “I just couldn’t help but imagine my daughter in your shoes, and…”
Is he fucking serious? Comparing me to his daughter?
He turns and starts walking away again. “Go home. Get some rest,” he orders before he disappears out the door.
I lean back on the sofa and sink until I’m lying down with just my head upright. “What the fuck was that?” I’m more confused than I’ve ever been.
Not only was I in a situation I couldn’t control with one of our members, but Dylan Hill defended me. Made me feel safe. Held my hands and touched my hair.
Then basically put me on the same level as his daughter.
This is so fucked.
I need to get the hell over all of this, starting now.
But the feelings in my chest don’t go away.
Okay. Now. I’m starting now.
