Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 59: Chapter 59
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What do you do when a drop dead gorgeous, and very naked, man knocked on your door then proceeded to almost drop dead? Call your BFF.
At least, that was what Jozette did.
“What?!” Marissa shrieked over the phone, and Jozette had to pull the thing away from her ear.
Her gaze went back to the huge, and naked, did she mention naked, guy who was covered in melting ice all over his hair and body, and dripping all over her parents’ floor. Jozette had tugged him, barely able to move the giant, until he was on the area rug near the fireplace.
Luckily, she had been able to make a small fire that night and the embers were still glowing and warm. The mystery man was well over six feet tall, and so handsome she could not stop looking. But he was hurt, or something, and she was trying hard not to be a total creep with her thoughts.
After a few seconds of acting like an idiot, she’d grabbed the blankets nearest her and tossed them on his shivering frame. Blue eyes so deep she’d swear they were purple looked at her once, before he passed out.
Gulp.
“U
m, so, yeah, a totally butt naked man knocked on my door. He was freezing, and I dragged him inside and now he is sprawled out on my parents’ rug.”
“The one with the birds on it?”
“Yep.”
“Good. I hate that rug.” Marissa snorted.
“Be serious!” Jozi growled into the receiver.
“Well, who is he?”
“I don’t know. He just showed up, Mar! I mean, I just had the longest day at the bookstore ever, right? So I was having a glass of wine—”
“Or three,” Marissa inserted.
“Fine. Or three,” she admitted. “Anyway, then someone started knocking on the door and when I went to answer it, there was this naked dude standing there. Then he fell, and like, passed out or something.”
“Did you call the police?”
“Uh—”
“Yeah, you didn’t. Okay, first, take a picture for posterity’s sake,” Marissa said.
“What? You pervert. I am not taking a picture of some naked man—”
“Didn’t you cover him up yet?”
“Yes. Of course, I did. I’m not the pervert here,” Jozi hissed at her friend.
Her pulse had been racing ever since she opened the door and met the stranger’s intense blue-eyed stare. Yes, he was drop dead gorgeous. More beautiful than any man she’d ever seen.
That he was naked hadn’t even registered at first. But it was hard not to notice. He looked like he was carved from marble. The perfect man.
Then he’d started convulsing. Jozette had just reacted. She might not be a lot of things, but she was human, and she had a heart. It wasn’t like she could just let him die out in the cold.
“Is he on drugs?”
“How would I know?” Jozette asked, gnawing her lower lip worriedly.
“Well, is he skinny and does he have bags under his eyes? It could be heroin or meth? Is he acting crazy? Like on steroids or it could be PCP? Jozette, he could be a serial killer!” Marissa gasped.
“What the fuck, Marissa? Are you trying to scare the shit out of me?”
“No! But, well—”
“He is not on drugs, and he is not a serial killer,” she hissed.
“Well, I mean, I hope he’s not,” Jozette corrected herself. After all, she didn’t know the guy. But for some reason, her gut was okay with it. In fact, she felt almost compelled to help him.
“Look, if you are worried, come over.”
“I can’t. I, uh, might be in the city right now,” Marissa admitted, biting her lower lip.
“In Manhattan? With whom? OMG! You did it, and by it, I mean him. You’re in your boss’ apartment, aren’t you? You are such a slut,” Jozette whispered and snorted at Marissa’s grunt of shame.
“Shut up, and it’s not my boss’ apartment! It is for the executives to use,” Marissa growled.
“Fine. If I am dead in the morning—”
“Sheesh. Don’t even kid around, Jozi! Alright, when he wakes up, make sure you dial my number so I can call the police if I need to.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Now, go sleep in your room with the doors locked.”
“You are worse than a mother hen,” Jozi muttered, walking away from the beautiful man.
She didn’t know why she trusted he would not harm her, but for some reason, she did. Besides, it was a bitterly cold and stormy night. She couldn’t leave him outside in the cold to die.
What a waste that would be!
After a few more minutes on the phone with Marissa, she locked her bedroom door and slid the small dresser she was allowed to use in front of it. Then, she activated the nanny camera, the one her parents still used to spy on their maid in the living room, and set her laptop up to monitor the sleeping stranger.
“Still out cold,” she whispered, zooming in on his face.
He really was beautiful. Even in slumber, she sighed as she brushed a finger across the screen. Hopefully, she would get the truth out of him in the morning. Then, they could call whoever they needed to in order to get him some real help. Meanwhile, she could dream.
And dream, Jozette did. It wasn’t often she woke up near climax, but holy cow, there was something about the stranger in her parent’s living room that sent her libido into overdrive.
Getting an eyeful of the full on boner the dude was sporting before he collapsed might have had something to do with it. At least a dozen x rated dreams had flipped through her brain during the night, and she was so riled up by the time she woke, Jozette needed a shower. A cold one.
Yowza.
The man was seriously packing. And fuck, she just could not help but imagine him in all sorts of sexy situations.
Eeek! She was a dirty little lecher, wasn’t she?
Gross, Jozi, she scolded herself before checking the monitor.
His sleeping hotness was still out cold. Maybe she did have enough time to jump in the shower, and definitely brush her teeth, before she woke him up.
Ten minutes later, dressed in a pair of cozy leggings with an oversized button-down shirt, Jozi padded into the living room in her slippers. Her hair was still damp, but she was clean and minty fresh. That was about all she could manage under the circumstances.
After all, it would be super creepy of her to dress up and pretend this was some sort of date. The man was naked, and either lost or on the run. Neither of which spelled fun times ahead.
She kept walking, headed straight for the kitchen. Another ten minutes of sleep might be the difference between waking prince charming or the beast. And she was so hoping for the former.
Not that she expected him to fall at her feet spouting poetry, she just didn’t want him to murder her.
Low standards much?
Yeppers.
At least, that was what Jozette did.
“What?!” Marissa shrieked over the phone, and Jozette had to pull the thing away from her ear.
Her gaze went back to the huge, and naked, did she mention naked, guy who was covered in melting ice all over his hair and body, and dripping all over her parents’ floor. Jozette had tugged him, barely able to move the giant, until he was on the area rug near the fireplace.
Luckily, she had been able to make a small fire that night and the embers were still glowing and warm. The mystery man was well over six feet tall, and so handsome she could not stop looking. But he was hurt, or something, and she was trying hard not to be a total creep with her thoughts.
After a few seconds of acting like an idiot, she’d grabbed the blankets nearest her and tossed them on his shivering frame. Blue eyes so deep she’d swear they were purple looked at her once, before he passed out.
Gulp.
“U
m, so, yeah, a totally butt naked man knocked on my door. He was freezing, and I dragged him inside and now he is sprawled out on my parents’ rug.”
“The one with the birds on it?”
“Yep.”
“Good. I hate that rug.” Marissa snorted.
“Be serious!” Jozi growled into the receiver.
“Well, who is he?”
“I don’t know. He just showed up, Mar! I mean, I just had the longest day at the bookstore ever, right? So I was having a glass of wine—”
“Or three,” Marissa inserted.
“Fine. Or three,” she admitted. “Anyway, then someone started knocking on the door and when I went to answer it, there was this naked dude standing there. Then he fell, and like, passed out or something.”
“Did you call the police?”
“Uh—”
“Yeah, you didn’t. Okay, first, take a picture for posterity’s sake,” Marissa said.
“What? You pervert. I am not taking a picture of some naked man—”
“Didn’t you cover him up yet?”
“Yes. Of course, I did. I’m not the pervert here,” Jozi hissed at her friend.
Her pulse had been racing ever since she opened the door and met the stranger’s intense blue-eyed stare. Yes, he was drop dead gorgeous. More beautiful than any man she’d ever seen.
That he was naked hadn’t even registered at first. But it was hard not to notice. He looked like he was carved from marble. The perfect man.
Then he’d started convulsing. Jozette had just reacted. She might not be a lot of things, but she was human, and she had a heart. It wasn’t like she could just let him die out in the cold.
“Is he on drugs?”
“How would I know?” Jozette asked, gnawing her lower lip worriedly.
“Well, is he skinny and does he have bags under his eyes? It could be heroin or meth? Is he acting crazy? Like on steroids or it could be PCP? Jozette, he could be a serial killer!” Marissa gasped.
“What the fuck, Marissa? Are you trying to scare the shit out of me?”
“No! But, well—”
“He is not on drugs, and he is not a serial killer,” she hissed.
“Well, I mean, I hope he’s not,” Jozette corrected herself. After all, she didn’t know the guy. But for some reason, her gut was okay with it. In fact, she felt almost compelled to help him.
“Look, if you are worried, come over.”
“I can’t. I, uh, might be in the city right now,” Marissa admitted, biting her lower lip.
“In Manhattan? With whom? OMG! You did it, and by it, I mean him. You’re in your boss’ apartment, aren’t you? You are such a slut,” Jozette whispered and snorted at Marissa’s grunt of shame.
“Shut up, and it’s not my boss’ apartment! It is for the executives to use,” Marissa growled.
“Fine. If I am dead in the morning—”
“Sheesh. Don’t even kid around, Jozi! Alright, when he wakes up, make sure you dial my number so I can call the police if I need to.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Now, go sleep in your room with the doors locked.”
“You are worse than a mother hen,” Jozi muttered, walking away from the beautiful man.
She didn’t know why she trusted he would not harm her, but for some reason, she did. Besides, it was a bitterly cold and stormy night. She couldn’t leave him outside in the cold to die.
What a waste that would be!
After a few more minutes on the phone with Marissa, she locked her bedroom door and slid the small dresser she was allowed to use in front of it. Then, she activated the nanny camera, the one her parents still used to spy on their maid in the living room, and set her laptop up to monitor the sleeping stranger.
“Still out cold,” she whispered, zooming in on his face.
He really was beautiful. Even in slumber, she sighed as she brushed a finger across the screen. Hopefully, she would get the truth out of him in the morning. Then, they could call whoever they needed to in order to get him some real help. Meanwhile, she could dream.
And dream, Jozette did. It wasn’t often she woke up near climax, but holy cow, there was something about the stranger in her parent’s living room that sent her libido into overdrive.
Getting an eyeful of the full on boner the dude was sporting before he collapsed might have had something to do with it. At least a dozen x rated dreams had flipped through her brain during the night, and she was so riled up by the time she woke, Jozette needed a shower. A cold one.
Yowza.
The man was seriously packing. And fuck, she just could not help but imagine him in all sorts of sexy situations.
Eeek! She was a dirty little lecher, wasn’t she?
Gross, Jozi, she scolded herself before checking the monitor.
His sleeping hotness was still out cold. Maybe she did have enough time to jump in the shower, and definitely brush her teeth, before she woke him up.
Ten minutes later, dressed in a pair of cozy leggings with an oversized button-down shirt, Jozi padded into the living room in her slippers. Her hair was still damp, but she was clean and minty fresh. That was about all she could manage under the circumstances.
After all, it would be super creepy of her to dress up and pretend this was some sort of date. The man was naked, and either lost or on the run. Neither of which spelled fun times ahead.
She kept walking, headed straight for the kitchen. Another ten minutes of sleep might be the difference between waking prince charming or the beast. And she was so hoping for the former.
Not that she expected him to fall at her feet spouting poetry, she just didn’t want him to murder her.
Low standards much?
Yeppers.
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