Slipping through the stock room door my mystery rescuer drops softly to the floor and, untangling my hands from their death grip around his neck, places me on my feet. With a quick move he pulls me to his chest and wraps his arm protectively around me whilst peering into the pitch black aisles. Pressed against him like this I can't help but notice three things. One, he smells clean and cold, like a frosty winters night. Two, his chest is broad and solid, like he works out. Three, I can't hear a heart beat. But then it would be hard to hear much over the sound of my own blood pumping in my ears and my knees knocking.
Muttering to himself he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder like he's a lumberjack and I'm an axe and starts to jog his way unerringly around displays and shelves. "Put me down!" I squeak, aware of the faint fish and grease odour coming from my dirty work clothes and momentarily forgetting the animals scrabbling around in the stock room. "Hush!" he hisses, jostling me on his shoulder and knocking the wind from me. "We're nearly outside."
Barrelling through the staff exit and setting alarms blaring, I notice a large, sleek, black car waiting. At the same time as I'm dumped unceremoniously into the passenger seat I hear thick bodies slam against the closed door as more shadows converge on us.
"Damn it!", he groans, as he slips into the driver seat and screeches out of the parking lot. Speeding into the night he asks, "Are they still following us?" Risking a quick peek back I see six, no ten, hell, a whole pack of huge dogs chasing us. "Yeap" I nod as he reaches across me to pull my seat belt on. "We'll have to do something about your scent." he grumbles as we flash by a street lamp. In the bright glow I finally get a look at the madman driving me away from danger. Dark eyes, dark hair cut short, strong jaw, handsome but very pale in blue jeans and a plain tee. I stop ogling him long enough to register what he said. "Sorry, what?" "Lose the apron and chefs coat." he orders swing the car through a roundabout and heading out the road I drive every day. I struggle out of the offending garments, glad I put on a clean uniform underneath, as he rolls down my window. "Toss them." he snaps. Out they go and I spot the nearest dog pounce on them and start ripping them to shreds.
"That's not going to be enough." he mutters as he slams on the breaks. Leaning in, he grabs my face in chilled fingers and presses his lips to mine. My mouth flies open in astonishment and his tongue darts in, caressing my tongue and just as quick is gone. Slamming the car back into gear, tyres screeching and dogs howling in frustration, he speeds off into the night. All I can do is sit there and stutter, "Sorry, what???"