No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I was experiencing a total disconnect from reality, there's no other explanation for it.

Otherwise, my gut reaction would have been to scream or bolt for the door.

But I didn't. Instead, I just squatted there, dumbly asking who he was.

"Little lady, why so blue? Heartbroken?" The man had the quintessential Western look-deep-set eyes, a high nose, and distinctly chiseled features, yet he spoke perfect English with a hint of an exotic accent. He nailed it. Somehow, he could see right through to the reason for my sorrow.

"Who are you?" I asked, sounding dumber than I felt.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, my brief lapse in consciousness was jolted back to reality, and I immediately thought of the boss of Club Q.

But I wasn't sure it was him. In my mind, the boss was a rugged, burly man, something akin to a Lord type.

Yet, the man standing before me was the epitome of refined elegance, with a mature charm about him.

Had I encountered him on the street, I might have mistaken him for a male model or something of the sort.

Suddenly, I remembered Conrad mentioning the Club Q boss had an injury, so I scrutinized the man more closely.

However, I saw nothing out of the ordinary, just that the more I looked at him, the more strikingly handsome he appeared.

Henrik Taylor," he said with a slight lean forward,

reached out, seemingly wanting to touch my face,

landed on my head, patting it as one might a

his touch again, curling up like a cornered

scream. Even if I did, by the time Conrad could rush in, I'd likely already

think?" he

made me feel a little less frightened. And I retorted with a

laughed heartily, seemingly unconcerned about being

Henrik wiped away the tears of laughter from his eyes.

myself. It seemed I was indeed terrified, right back

if caught someone ugly and boring. Now, seeing how cute and fun you are, there's

intended to pull me

I wasn't scared stiff. Why would I

protection for me, even

know," Henrik wasn't the least bit

I said, already thinking of

it might not help, at least he'd know

As

my hand and