Rafael Cortez

“I can't take your sweater, i'll never be able to get it back to you. As much as I appreciate it, no.” I say sternly, he begins to argue with me when I quickly unzip it and toss it towards him, standing in front of him completely naked. “What are you doing? Put that sweater back on now!” He begins to yell at me when someone tries to come into the bathroom.

“Hey, who's in there, let me in, I gotta puke or piss I can't remember.” a man slurs outside the door. “Sorry sir, occupied” I replied quickly instantly realizing my mistake, as the man begins to pound on the door. I try to get my dress on quickly but the man was determined, he barged through the door, ripping it off the hinges.

“Well hello you sexy little thing, I usually don't like tan girls but look at you all slutty and waiting for dear old daddy to come fuck you.” Spits the old man, he can barely stay standing. "You're basically begging for this." He stumbles towards me, completely ignoring the towering man. Before I can even say anything, the god like gentleman beside me grabs the old man by the neck and lifts him off the ground.

“There is one of two things thats gonna happen right now, you're gonna leave out that fucking door, or you're gonna regret breaking in here you old fuck.” He growls at the man, i've never heard something so sexy in my life. I've moved into a stall, trying to hide my trembling and wet body. I hear a thud and a shuffle of feet, followed by a **** sigh.

“I didn't scare you off now did I?” He says, lightly raising his voice as he continues his sentence. He barely gets the sentence out before I burst out of the stall and into his strong arms, engulfing him in a huge hug. He stands shocked for a second, before he envelops me with a strong but gentle hug. “Thank you so much, I can handle myself but that was a terrible position to be in. I really appreciate it, and if you don't mind i'll take that sweater from you.” The words flow out of me as my confidence suddenly builds inside me. I feel more like myself again, that is until he puts me back down and he covers me in the sweater. “Okay, I should really be going, I wouldn't be surprised if my plane is gone.” I squeak, rushing towards the broken door. “Thank you so much Mr. …. What's your name?” I paused in the doorway, his giant sweater swaying past my knees. His gaze never moves from my eyes, “Mr. Rafael Cortez, mi amor.” He lets out a small chuckle as he bows towards me. I proceed to curtsy and say “Ava Connors, pleasure to meet you!” I wave as I hurry out the door. I hear him mumble a few words, “the pleasure was all mine Ms. Connors.” I look back to see a devilish grin on his face. I turn away feeling as if this won't be the last time I see him.