He didn’t say anything for a few beats then, softly, he ordered, “Anya, take the phone.”
“Knight –”
“Take the phone.”
“I don’t –”
“Babe, take the f**king phone.”
“Did you beat up Steve?”
I blurted that and I didn’t know why. If he didn’t, it was a rude thing to assume. If he did, I didn’t want to know.
But he didn’t hesitate to reply, “No.”
I felt relief sweep through me.
“But I sent the boys who did,” he finished.
My entire body got tight but I forced through stiff lips my, “What?”
“Though,” he amended, “it wasn’t me taking shots at that motherfucker only because I had other shit to do.”
I said nothing and stared.
Knight got more impatient. “Anya, got shit to do now too. Take the f**kin’ phone.”
“Why’d you have boys beat up Steve?” I asked and again didn’t know why. I didn’t want to know. But I asked anyway and he answered.
“Babe, your building, a fire hazard. One flight of steps for a building that size? Fuck no,” he bit out, now not sounding impatient but pissed. “A fire could cut off from your escape route, you only got one. And the door open for any motherfucker to walk through? They see you, trail you, you’re f**ked. Totally. Not only because you only got one set of stairs, and it’s the one furthest away from the front door, but also, once you get up to your hall, it’s dark and your door’s got a lock, one boot to it, it’ll pop right open. That’s bullshit. Your rent isn’t steep but it isn’t shit either. You pay for a workin’ fuckin’ elevator and a secured door. I sent my boys to have a word. The words your landlord returned they didn’t like much. They gave me a call, I gave them the go-ahead, you got a secured door, lighting and a f**king lock that might give you enough time to at least dial 911 before some motherfucker is on you.”
Okay, that explained that.
At the same time it absolutely did not.
“Why?” I whispered.
“What?” Knight didn’t whisper.
“Why? Why did you take that trouble or, I mean, send boys to do it? You barely know me.”
And that was when Knight Sebring laid it out and when he did, I didn’t feel tingles. I felt shivers. I just didn’t know what the shivers meant.
“Babe, your clothes. Shit. But you work ‘em and you do because you’ve got one serious fantastic body, your hair is even better and your face is a face that launches a thousand hard-ons. Trust me, any man you’ve looked at probably since you were thirteen has jacked off thinkin’ of you. All this is a recipe for disaster if you live alone in an unsecured building with a lock like the one you got. Someone had to step up. Seein’ as you aren’t the only one who lives here and my guess, at least one person in that building bitched and nothin’ got done, so I stepped up. It took my boys an hour. Your landlord was a dick so it was an hour they enjoyed. Not a big deal. Now take the f**kin’ phone.”
“Trust me, any man you’ve looked at probably since you were thirteen has jacked off thinkin’ of you.”
Did this mean him too?
Oh my God!
“Anya,” he growled, it was a scary growl so I lifted my hand immediately and took the box.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
“I don’t know what to do to thank you,” I muttered back.
“I ask for gratitude?” he asked and I shook my head so he went on, “Then, I will now. Use that phone. Don’t sell it. Don’t set it aside. Take it upstairs. Charge it. Use the piece a’ shit you got, if it works long enough, to tell your people your new number which is written in the shit in the box. Then use the phone. That’s how you can thank me.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Fuck,” he whispered back then he turned to leave.
To leave!
Was that it?
All this effort, money and a vulgar compliment that still managed to be a whopper and he just leaves?
I turned to watch him go and found my voice calling, “Knight?”
One step from the sidewalk, he halted, twisting his torso to look up at me.
I didn’t know what to say. He laid the terms out for his “gratitude” but I got more out of them than he did so I felt some other gesture was in order. I doubted he’d want a manicure or facial so I was at a loss.
“Anya, told you, got shit to do,” he prompted and I shook myself to get it together.
Then I said softly, “Thank you,” not believing I was thanking a man I barely knew for having my landlord beat up and giving me a new phone the money it cost could buy a used car (a crappy one, but still) but doing it anyway.
His eyes held mine. Then he shook his head while turning away.
Then he was gone.
I walked up to my apartment. Then I plugged in my new phone to charge. Then I found the new number and used my old phone to text it to everyone in my phonebook. In the middle of this, my old phone died.
Not long after, I went to bed.
I tossed. I turned.
And when I finally slept, I dreamt of Knight.
Chapter Four
Only for Me
Mission accomplished last Saturday, we got our night with risotto, facials and Chris Hemsworth and Sandrine participated in the festivities. She did it bitching about Nick though not through the movie, not even Sandrine could bitch about a hot guy jerk while Chris Hemsworth was on screen.
Now it was a week later and Viv, Sandrine and I were dolled up and on the town because Sandrine was on a tear. Nick still hadn’t called and Sandrine, being Sandrine, still hadn’t given up.
Viv was out because she was in the mood to be out. The reason she wasn’t at Nick’s party was because she knew, like I knew, he was a jerk and she had no desire to spend time with him or his crew. So she didn’t.
I was either a pushover or too exhausted from my busy life to bear up against a Sandrine Onslaught so I went.
Tonight, though, I was in Viv’s mood.
It had been just over a week and nothing from Knight. No more chivalrous gestures, no matter how scary, scarily generous or criminal. Nothing.
I wanted to let it go and be relieved. I had a phone. It was awesome and did way more than taking calls, it did email, internet, apps, the whole shebang, all of this looking cool as hell and like something NASA designed but fifty years from now… it was the bomb. I had a safer apartment building and so did all my neighbors. He told me in no uncertain terms he found me attractive but he didn’t stop by and before he left didn’t say he would contact me nor did he ask for a date. So the only thing I could assume was that although he was scary, he still was a man who saw that something needed to be done and he did it. It was a lot more than him hearing I needed a ride and him giving it to me but, bottom line, it seemed simply that was who he was and the kind of thing he did.