by Taylor R. C.
Bartor announced and James almost shouted; “Thanks to God!”, Because she couldn't stand to see Gisele there suffering to breathe, it was sickly bad, she discovered there that that unknown woman was under her skin.
- Help is here, let's get you out of here ...
- Where do I go? - The question was genuine.
- I'll go with you, don't worry about it, just keep breathing little witch!
Gisele would laugh if she could, but the pain had increased. James gave the medical team space to approach, they acted quickly, immobilizing her, checking her signals, then put her in the ambulance. She saw when the Baron climbed into the vehicle complaining about the space being too small, which again made her want to laugh, but her thoughts were interrupted when they focused the flashlight on her eyes.
- Do you feel dizzy, headache or see stitches or feel loss of vision? The paramedic asked.
- No ... - Breathless for a moment. - I can't breathe properly.
- I'll open your blouse and check if there is any sign of fracture in the region!
Said the paramedic doing exactly what he said. James didn't even want to think about seeing Gisele without clothes, much less in that situation, however, it was inevitable not to have his eyes fixed on her.
- It doesn't seem to have an injury, but we will direct you to some tests in the hospital ...
- She is going to St. Watson hospital, there is already a medical team there!
James said, he had sent a message to his private doctor as soon as he got in the vehicle, everything was already arranged to receive Miss. Linsey.
- Yes sir.
- Here ... - He handed the cell phone to the paramedic. - Send a message saying everything they will need to leave prepared to serve you!
Gisele observed that and decided instead that it was worth it to throw yourself in front of the car, having all the attention of the Baron paid off, he thought that he would only have to maintain the pose of "damsel in distress" that would have him close.
- Hey, no ...
- Quiet, no complaint!
He spoke without being able to resist running his hands through her hair, staring at her clear eyes, which looked greener in the artificial light. Gisele coughed again and James wanted to sit on that floor, get closer, but he held on and continued where he was.
When they arrived at the hospital, Watts followed closely while she was being carried on the gurney, then they said they had to take her for exams, which almost made him insist on going along, however he knew that this would not be allowed. So he stayed down the hall feeling like an idiot in one of those chairs.
- Mr. Watts! - The Blackcastle family doctor appeared in the hall. - Sorry I didn't pay attention to you!
James shrugged, rising more interested in hearing from Gisele than hearing adulation, which he already had too much.
- No problem. - it was dry. - How is she?
The anxiety in his voice was undisguised, however, there was no turning back and giving a cold, when everything he felt was far from it.
- It's okay, it was just a scare, there is a swelling in the hip that only comes from the thump, nothing serious, obviously, bruises, but other than that, Mrs. Linsey is in perfect condition!
- She complained of difficulty breathing, what was it?
- It was probably the impact of the fall, the way it fell ended up generating this momentary difficulty, but according to the exams there was no trauma, only that I will leave it under observation for twenty four hours, just in case.
James agreed and only then did he realize that he was finally breathing better, more relieved, because he hadn't even realized how tense he was.
- Very good...
- Come with me, I'll take you to her room!
He shouldn't have gone, but he did, because he wanted to see her as well as his own eyes, and he kept telling himself that he should do it out of courtesy since he was involved in the accident, but he knew it was just an excuse. When the doctor pointed to the door on his left he entered a little hesitantly, saw her in the next second, had his attention on a serum catheter in her arm, she noticed him quickly, then smiled.
- Bad pot doesn't break easily! - Gisele said seeing the Baron enter.
- That's what I see ... - He commented closing the door. - How are you feeling?
She noticed the effort he was making to not look fully at her.
- Sore and doped, Doctor ...
- Dr. Pollo! - He completed.
- Yes, Dr. Pollo gave me a "good" sedative, after I insisted a lot, but said it was just between us and because I was a nice girl ... - She was laughing. - Some people think I'm cool!
James stopped the end of the bed and crossed his arms, not knowing exactly what to do, but feeling extremely relieved.
- The poor man is old and crazy, and you are taking drugs in a hospital!
Gisele shrugged, still laughing and seeing the commissures of the guy's lips wanting to start a smile too.
- At least I'm already in the hospital if something goes wrong!
- It will still spend twenty four hours here, so it is good to behave.
- You never have fun?
- Not like you apparently, looks like a teenager! - He snorted.
- I think he wanted to insult me, but not ahead, and for your information I have twenty-seven!
"Ah, so she's an old woman who thinks she's a teenager ..." James teased.
- I am very well resolved at my age to take offense ...
She replied, full of herself. James ran a hand over his beard, hiding his lips and the smile that accompanied it, while the female creature continued to stare at him with that absurd confidence. She was wearing a hospital gown, without her makeup on, but it still looked fresh and beautiful like summer.
- Great, because I'm leaving, is there anything else I can do for you?
- Come here ... - Gisele ventured, he frowned.
- What?
- Come here, closer ... - She hit the mattress.
- Because?
James asked suspiciously and didn't like it at all. She continued to stare at him with a bossy air that he was not used to dealing with.
- I will not attack you James, especially in my state.
The way his name sounded in her voice made an electrical charge slide across her body. Something is wrong, very wrong ... The man thought, trying to calm that feeling.
- You're an annoying little thing.
He said, but doing what Gisele wanted, and that made her smile for real. He saw the magnificent Baron come to his side of the bed, then pull the chair up, making noise on purpose, then sitting up and being tall he was on the same level, even though she was lying down.
- Good boy...
- Spill out whatever you have to say!
All that aggressiveness was a mask, Gisele knew, he had already learned to read some signs of the Baron, the main thing was that when he felt cornered he did not hesitate to attack.
- Are you that sweet with all women or just me?
- I will count to three!
James felt he needed to get out of there soon, that woman was looking at him in a way that made him feel like being turned over, as if she knew how dirty he was.
- Why do you run away from me?
She went straight to the blue eyes that for a moment were confused and then masked, behind a clearly calculated coldness, cut with disdain.
- The drugs are hurting your head!
Gisele did not hesitate to move, coming face to face with him, she put her hand on his face, sliding down his beard, the sensation was good and it made her remember when she kissed him.
- Stop trying to distract me by attacking ...
- Stop touching me ...
Despite the request, he made no move to flee or move away, so she felt more confident, slid her hand up to his neck, up and down, going to the nape of the neck, playing with her dark blond hair, so soft.
- Because?
- Why does it distract ...
Ja
mes admitted feeling tired and suddenly homesick, it had been a long, long time since anyone had touched him like that. She took a deep breath, looking into the face of such a beautiful angel.
- Then I won't stop!
She said Gisele was happy to see his barriers collapsing, she was taken by surprise when James brought his face closer, until he touched his forehead to hers.
- All you have to know is that I don't serve you ...
He seemed very sincere, at least that's what his eyes said, but Gisele didn't want to hear that.
- Don't you think that is quite a cliché? - She gave him a chaste kiss and spoke again. - I decide what is good for me, remember that.
- I will remember...
- Good!
James sighed, pulled his face away, bringing his lips to her forehead, leaving a long kiss.
- God literally hates me ...
The man spoke away, but still leaving a caress on her face before standing up.
- I'll send someone to your hotel to get some clothes, okay?
Gisele thought quickly, it was clear that he knew where she was because he had ordered her to leave, but now entering his room was another story, however that was a way of strengthening a certain air of confidence with him and also for what he remembered. there was nothing compromising visible to anyone who entered it, everything was properly protected and hidden.
- Okay, but I hope you will bring me!
- I am a Baron, woman! I have people who do this for me ...
- I'll wait for you ... - She said and saw him roll his eyes.
- Bye, behave, if you need to call Dr. Pollo, he has my number.
- I should have your number!
- Holy Christ, women, we lend a hand and they already want the whole body ...
He said leaving the room, Gisele left, laughing, the instant the door closed and it was a little celebratory, because it was clear that the Baron was coming back, and that conversation was not over yet, and he had not run away , so it was something to celebrate. She smiled again, looked for her things that had been brought and placed in the drawer of the little table beside the bed, thinking she had to tell Benett.
£££
After identifying himself and explaining to the hotel manager what had happened, the Baron of Blackcastle had full access to Gisele's room, and it was Pottes was opening her lockers, while James walked through the space with his hands in his pants pocket, avoiding the satisfied look his butler showed.
- Will it take long there? - Asked impatiently.
- No Sir. Blackcastle, I'm almost done.
James did not know which of the things he regretted, the fact that he had brought Pottes or was gathering Gisele's objects to return to the hospital, everything was going too far, however, he lacked the willpower to stop. Sighing, he went into the bedroom, finding his butler taking a coat off the hanger and putting it in a small suitcase.
- She won't move Pottes, enough clothes, don't you think?
- I chose the maximum of two options, for the girl's closet, she is a very vain woman and has good taste, sir. - The butler said very seriously. - And far from me doing a bad job!
The Baron rolled his eyes and sat on the bed looking at her closet, it was really stuffed and it wasn't an outlet, it was an expensive wardrobe, in fact, that suite, that hotel, everything was too expensive, which made him think of how Gisele played it all.
- Don't tell me you're going to put on jewelry to accompany?
- I didn't find any, but if there was, I could think.
He got up out of bed walking around the room feeling extremely curious to know more about that Miss. Linsey.
- I want you to do some research on Miss. Linsey ...
- I don't think it's necessary. Pottes cleared his voice. - I already did sir!
- Of course already ... - Confirmed James without really being surprised.
- One of my roles is to take care of you!
- "One of my roles is to take care of you" ... - Scorned. - You are a busybody, so stop this story, did you discover anything interesting?
- No, only she was a restorer in a museum in New York, she doesn't use social networks, dead parents and no other family members, she has been traveling for the past five months!
James stopped in front of the bedroom window, pulling back the curtain, watching the movement of the street, the beautiful view of the city, thinking about the information Pottes had told him and everything was still very sterile, he didn't like it. Until that moment, Gisele had been a surprise that she tried her best to avoid, but now, she seemed to be becoming a seductive figure, but very nebulous.
- Your research is insufficient ...
- I thought I might offend you by saying that I know how much she earns.
"Don't say Pottes ..." His eyes narrowed. "You turned her life upside down, didn't you?"
- I can leave the report on your desk today! Pottes shrugged.
- Years and years working with the Blackcastle turned you into a rat ...
The butler was not offended, in fact, put a smile on his face as if it were a compliment, James rolled his eyes.
£££
Gisele turned in bed bored, wanted to leave, to do something other than lying down, but unfortunately she couldn't, she had to be the “fragile girl”, because that reached the Baron. She turned on her side on the mattress, taking out her cell phone, checking to see if there were any more messages from Benett, he had called her crazy, but obviously, she was happy that the “accident” move had worked.
- I'm going in!
The Baron of Blackcastle's unmistakable voice took over as well as himself, who emerged, wearing tailored pants and a sweater, looking like a nobleman. He was carrying a black suitcase which Gisele recognized and which was left near the end of the bed.
- So you came back ... - She smiled.
- Unfortunately ... - He said running his hand over his beard and waved the suitcase. - There is everything you need there, two pairs of clothes if you want, so there is no complaint, my butler took care of that!
- Um, I'm feeling important.
- Do not feel, because he only did this because he prefers to die to being called incompetent. James watched her smile and sighed.
- Always charming ... - She pointed to a glass of water on the table. - Can you get it for me?
He came over, took the glass, held it out to her patiently. Gisele accepted, while thinking of a way to make him stay, because it was clear that she wanted to escape.
- Thanks. - Thanks, James nodded.
- Now I'm going!
Without thinking too much Gisele reached for the tip of his sweater and just acted.
- Stay a little longer ... - she asked and saw him swallow hard.
- Did the doctor give you one of those "good" things again?
- Ah, stop being an asshole, lie here! - Gisele pulled him to bed.
- No woman!
James wanted to yell at the Creator for testing him with that little thing with wonderful eyes. She continued to pull her by the hem of her sweater, without looking like she was going to give up.
- Yes man! - He mocked rolling his eyes.
- I won't lie there, there's no reason ...
- The reason is that I want to, now come or I will get up and pull you!
He wanted to grunt, totally annoyed, but mostly because he was trying to accept it.
- Full of desire you in?
- Yes I am. He narrowed his eyes. - You're not afraid of me, are you?
Gisele saw his resistance there breaking, of course, reaching the subject's ego was the easiest way.
- You are a vixen! - He said getting on the bed. - Get away, I'm not going to throw half my body out.
- So sweet...
- It was you who insisted on that, now hold on! - He grunted,
She fell into a low laugh, making room for the Baron's big body, feeling solid as soon as she lay against him, putting her arm around him, enveloping her with her scent of soap and some
thing expensive, but soft .
- I may be needy, but I think I'm beginning to regret it.
He lied, straightening up, lying with his head on the man's strong chest, resting his hand on his firm abdomen, feeling how the Baron stiffened.
- Thank God? He asked in a deeper voice.
- I want to end that conversation ...
- There is no conversation ...
James closed his eyes trying to avoid reveling in the sensation of the female body glued to his side, she cuddled more, looking very good, unlike him who felt all his blood concentrating somewhere below the waist.
- I think there is.
Gisele looked up and found him, eyes closed, breathing slowly, his forehead creased between his eyebrows, as if he were very focused. The man was handsome, but up close, he was stunning, the kind that made women lose their heads.
- Stop staring at me!
- Unfortunately, you are too handsome, which is hateful given the fact that you are an ogre.
- Really? James smiled and opened his eyes to look at her. - But she is lying on top of the “ogre”!
- The ogre is also a good pillow. She pursed her lips in amusement.
- Get an answer for everything!
- And you make excuses to run away from me, as if you were indifferent, but it is not. - Gisele moved slowly until her eyes were level with his. - Why do you do that?
James had nowhere to flee now, he was in front of her, under his scrutiny with dazzling clear eyes, under the soft touch of his chest, that was in many ways unsettling.
- Because it is right, nothing good will come out of here!
- How can you be sure?
- How can you be sure not? - He returned it seriously.
She sighed caressing his chest, confused by that resistance, it was different from anything she had ever heard, she thought that maybe Benett was right, the Baron was too freaked out.
- So you mean you can't even give us a chance to get to know each other?
"No, I can't ..." James said with less conviction than he should have, and she realized.
- Okay, but that doesn't mean you're going to get rid of me.
- Aren't you just on vacation here? He frowned.
- Yes, short period, but I will cheer you up during that period, you seem so stuck!
James ran a hand over his face, exasperated, whenever he thought he was making progress, fate would come and spit in his face.