What choice do you have?

With some trepidation but feeling like you're out of options, you clamber into the SUV, trying to cover your lush nakedness with your hands. Jesse slides into the driver's seat and pulls away from the curb, giving you an appraising glance.

"You're fine lookin' girl. Damn fine. You working like that?"

You start to babble the story of your night, aware how incoherent and ridiculous it sounds. Jesse's glances at you from time to time, a look of disbelief on his face.

"That's some story, girl. So you got no purse, no money, no ID, no house keys. Bad guys chasing you, want to do things to that sweet body. You got it tough, sweetheart." He shakes his head in bemusement, but his voice is kind. You start to relax a bit, feeling safe despite your **** state.

"Tell you what, girl. You come home with me, get some clothes on you, start figuring out what to do next. It's gonna be ok girl, you'll see. Just let Jesse handle it."

You slump back in the seat, reassured by his words and the gentleness of his voice.

A short time later Jesse pulls into an underground lot and parks the SUV. He gets out of the vehicle and takes off his jacket as he walks around to open your door.

"Put this on girl," he says as he hands you the jacket. "Not much but it will do until we get inside." Gratefully, you shrug into the jacket. He's much taller than you, so it falls just past your butt, still leaving a lot of you exposed, but at least you aren't completely naked. Jesse takes your arm and gently leads you to an elevator, smiling in reassurance.

You find yourself shuddering in relief. Jesse notices and puts a protective arm around you, gratefully you press yourself against his side, glad to feel safe again.