Chapter seven
Kaz
I watch her as she sleeps. So serene, so beautiful, so soft. As I run my fingertips down her cheeks, I wonder when I became this emotive guy. A guy who has developed a deeper understanding of the human emotion. If my sister were here, she would ask what I have done with Kaz. The Kaz she knew was an ass hole. Is it true that one person has the power to change another human being?
Again, my head goes back to my physical ministrations of this girl’s skin. She feels like velvet. I wonder what she is dreaming about. Is she thinking about me? Damn, what is wrong with me. Why is it important that she thinks about me? Besides, she said I was not her type. That hurt like hell. Of course, I didn’t tell her that or react… but still. A deep hole I never knew I had surfaced on my chest. I am usually the one who tells women they are not my type. Being on the receiving end hurts like a bitch. Now I know why my exes called me a jerk. I hurt them without knowing I was doing it. It just took an itty-bitty lady to zap me back to reality, and open up a sea of emotions I never knew possible.
I run my fingertips against her brown velvet skin once more and she moans in her sleep. A few seconds later, a smile tugs at her lips. She is loving this. I resolve to always caress her face when she sleeps. She is very beautiful when she smiles. Foul mouth aside, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. She just needs a little TLC.
My phone vibrates in my pocket startling me from my thoughts. It is a message from Lisa, my personal assistant asking if she could come to pick the contracts. Oh yeah, I had forgotten about them. I tell her I am not done but will let her know when to come. All this staring has been nice and all, but I must get back to work. That’s until I found the foot of the bed empty.
I could have sworn I left the contacts on the bed. Unless Alex moved them, they should be here.
“Alex!”
“Yes sir?” he says, coming in a few seconds later.
“Did you remove the papers I was going through from the bed? I can’t find them,” I say, looking under the hospital bed. The whole floor is pristine. Nothing there.
“No sir, I didn’t. When I came in to deliver food, there were not there. I would have noticed them,” he says, a frown marring his face. I am sure he is thinking what I am thinking. We have a security breach.
“Has anyone been here since I left?”
“No one sir. Have you asked her?” He points at Red.
“No, she couldn’t have. She was sleeping when I left and when I came back, she was with you,” I say exasperated.
This doesn’t make any sense. They were just here.
“Have Tony put out an alert. If those documents appear on the internet, I want to know. There is a lot riding on this deal. Then, have Lisa ferry another copy.”
“Yes sir,” he says typing on his phone.
There goes my good mood. I was hoping to finish reading them today so we can go ahead with the project. A farmer in Machakos has found a way of irrigating his land using hand-made solar water pumps. They work just like electric water pumps but use a renewable source of energy. The place is sunny all year round, so it is cheaper. If it succeeds in Machakos, we can introduce it to farmers countrywide, especially those in the arid and semi-arid areas. Building an artesian well in each county would ensure there is water all year round.
I look at the woman lying peacefully in bed and sigh. She is going to be the death of me.
Looking down at my watch, I realize that Lisa should be here any minute. I retrieve my laptop from the desk I had set up in the corner and continue with work; up until I hear the monitors attached to Red going haywire. She is moaning loudly and tossing about on the bed like she is trying to get away from someone bad. She then wakes and sits on the bed faster than humanly possible, yelling her lungs out. A few seconds later Dr Kirwa and a male nurse come rushing in.
What. The. Fuck.
Red
I lay down the bed thankful for coming out of the terrible nightmare. The bad man stabbed the little girl, repeatedly. Why would someone do that to a young girl? Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes. There are four pairs of eyes looking down at me with concern.
Damn, I hadn’t really seen that pretty face up close and personal before. Frowny Face is sooo hot!
Shut up Red focus! Did they hear you screaming? The look on their faces answers it all.
Can the earth swallow me now?
“Miss Red are you okay?” The doctor whose name I can’t remember asks. He then goes ahead and lifts my eyelids and points a bright light at them.
“Yeah, I am fine. Just a bad dream,” I say sheepishly.
“Can you tell us what it was about?” The nurse asks. He looks haggard. I want to answer, ‘Dude, you should go lie down and have your own dreams instead of worrying me about mine,’ but I refrain. The guy needs a break, not my attitude. Besides, how am I doing to explain that I have been having dreams about a little girl being stabbed repeatedly? They will have me committed to a mental institution, that’s for sure.
“I don’t remember what it was about,” I say instead. Frowny guy and The Burly Dude in a men-in-black suit look at each other and then at me. They don’t believe me one bit. I don’t blame them, I wouldn’t believe me either.
“How is she, doctor?” Frowny guy asks. He looks…worried. “Is the movement going to cause any problems with the stitches?”
“We will have to check that just to make sure. Otherwise, she seems to be fairing on well for someone who was in a coma for six weeks.” He says to him.
He then turns to me. “Keep this up and you will be going home by the end of the week.” For the first time in a while, I let out a genuine smile.
“Thank you, doc.”
“If there is nothing else, I will send your nurse in to check out your wounds. No extreme movements!” he says sternly.
He notes something on my chart and then beckons the male nurse to follow him. Together, they leave.
A quick look at the window tells me its approaching midday. The sun has come out pushing the gloomy clouds away. I close my eyes and imagine the sun kissing my skin. I longed for the day I get out of here. Now, I have something to look forward to.
“You do know it’s wrong to lie to your doctor, right?” I gasp and open one eye. Frowny Face is looking at me with, you guessed it, a frown. I roll my eyes and give him a frown of my own.
“I wasn’t lying!” I say defensively.
“I know you, remember?” He says, and I sigh.
“Okay, fine. I didn’t want him to think I was crazy, okay?” I say in a loud voice. “Even I think I am crazy!”
He runs his hands across his face courteously approaches my bed and sits near me. Then he bends down to his feet to remove his shoes. “Come on baby, scoot over.”
Am still stuck on baby. Please call me baby again, please!
We squeeze ourselves in the small hospital bed, him holding me in his arms. I feel safer that I have ever felt in my entire life, well…one that I remember, at least. I melt into him and sigh again. A girl could get used to this.
“Talk to me. I just want to help,” He says imploring me. He looks me in the eye and I lose myself in them. He really is very handsome.
“I don’t know how to explain it,” I say playing with the button on his dress shirt.
“How about you start at the beginning?”
“Maybe these will help,” I say reaching under my pillow. Once I retrieve the papers, I pass them on to him. We then get back to the comfortable position of him holding me, and me, melting into him. He looks at me like he doesn’t know what to do with me, and shakes his head.
“You do realize there are my contracts, right?” He says chuckling.
“Yeah,” I say shrugging. “In my defence, I needed to get the images out of my head. I am sorry your papers were on the receiving end of my onslaught.”
“It is fine. I had another copy sent over. You will just have to stick to a drawing paper. Next time you need something, even if it is a toothpick, you call me, okay?” he says, looking at me with those smouldering eyes. I feel a dull ache below my tummy, but it is gone before I can put a finger on it.
“Okay.”
“Good, now tell me what am looking at.”
“Well… it started with a dream…”
