Saved By The Firefighter
Chapter 59

Josie's Point of View.

It has been a couple of hours since Ben and Lucy made good their escape, and colour me crazy but a part of me wants to go check on how Lucy is doing after their night. I know, I know, leave them to it, and it will all be okay. However, I had a bad time of it, my first time, but then again, I was with a total arsehole who cared only for himself and not me, and Ben is not like that at all, so I know I am worried without good cause.

Taking another glass of wine, I sip it, wishing it was a pint of lager, but these supposedly posh nights, that are really just full of people trying to show off about the size of their bank accounts, who mistake money for class, ... well, those people would frown upon a girl drinking like a man.

Anders has been really attentive, and trying to engage me in conversation, however, I have nothing in common with these people, who view a mere firefighter as beneath them. I bet they wouldn't think that if I had to drag them out of a fire or cut the top off their overly priced car if they crashed it. Still, I know it is important for his business, so I put on a smile, sip my wine, and laugh at all the right jokes, that are seriously unfunny.

"Hey, Josie, isn't it? Are you still surviving this?" Haley, the woman from earlier walks over.

"Just about, how about you?" I smile.

"Yeah, but the looks I get when people find out I'm an ex-soldier are amazing." Haley laughs out, shaking her head.

"I think I get those same looks when I say I'm a firefighter." I laugh with her.

"Clearly they do not think girls should do these types of jobs." Haley laughs again.

I cannot disagree with her; it amazes me how even in this day and age, people still think it's weird or crazy that females do dangerous jobs. "God, I want a pint." Haley sighs.

Yes, I love this woman already, a girl after my own heart.

"You are not the only one." I giggle at her.

"I told you, rebel, who gives a f**k what they think?" the man with her, whose name I think is Stan says with a shrug.

"Because we want them to sign up their female staff for self-defence lessons." Haley shrugs at him then gives him a heart-warming smile.

Just one look at this pair and you can tell they are head over heals in love with each other.

"Seriously, I am looking forward to coming. I think it is a great idea," I tell Haley, meaning every word.

"What is?" Anders voice rings out, returning from having a conversation with a very pompous man who only wanted to talk about the cruise he is going on, and the fact he cannot get on the list to purchase a new Ferrari, apparently, that is the most annoying thing ever. Sucks to be him I suppose.

"The self-defence classes. Haley is hoping to have corporations sign up to help their female staff members." I smile.

"Yes, I know, we are doing a piece on you in the next edition. Lucy has your details." Anders smiled at Haley.

"Hopefully it will drum up some business for Haley." Stan grins lovingly at his girlfriend.

"Actually, I have a few staff who may want to get involved. After all, once the dark nights draw in, walking through the city centre is not the safest thing. I will get your details off Lucy and give you a shout." Anders smiles. "Brilliant." Haley grins.

"Josie, would you like another drink?" Anders smiles down at me.

"Yes, but not wine." I sigh, as Haley giggles slightly.

"Two pints coming up," Stan shouts, then walks to the bar.

"Heads up, pompous, perverted, prick at your six," Haley whispers.

Rolling my lips so I do not burst out laughing, I feel a hand on the small of my back, a little to low for comfort.

"Maxwell, who is this gorgeous filly you have here?" he drawls looking at me like I was his own personal p**n star.

YUCK.

I step away from his arm, but the i***t is not put off and steps forward placing his hand on my back again. Seems this i***t is not one for taking a hint.

"This is my girlfriend Josie, and I agree she is gorgeous, but is not a filly, she is a highly intelligent woman, and a hero who deserves respect," Anders growls out, then places his own hand on my pack effectively swatting the pompous perv's hand away from me. "Girlfriend. I thought you were a love'em and leave'em type," Pompous perv states.

"You must have a magical fanny dear," he drawls, then continues to look me up and down with l**t filled eyes and a creepy smile on his face, obviously imagining my magical fanny.

Eww.

I feel Anders stiffen beside me, and he turns towards the man. However, I am more than capable of putting this t**t in his place, so I turn with a smile.

"Oh, and you must have a small d**k to come out with comments like that. Dear," I say, smiling sweetly and batting my eyes at him.

Haley giggles beside me, as Stan arrives with two pints of lager passing me one and giving the other to his girlfriend.

The man twists his mouth, clearly not liking my response to his pompous perverted comment.

"Do you know who I am?" he growls, as if I should bow to his feet and be grateful for his unwelcome attention.

"No, do you know who I am?" I respond, tilting my head to one side and looking him up and down.

"I am the owner of the third largest printing company in the northeast. So... I am very important to your boyfriend, so I suggest you play nice," He growls at me.

Okay, so this pompous perv may or may not be important to Anders, but I am not going to back down, nothing within me will allow it.

"But not quite as important as the first largest printing company in the northeast, or the second for that matter." I grin.

I hear Anders chuckle beside m., Good, he is not pissed off that I am going toe-to-toe with this t**t. Not that I would stop now anyway, I would just have the argument with him later, then have mind blowing s*x again as I declare I hate him. "You know that meeting you wanted to pitch for my business?" Anders says to the man.

Pompous pervert smiles and nods at Anders.

"Cancel it." Anders continues staring at him.

"But I can save you money!" he protests.

"I would rather pay the extra and do business with a man who respects my girlfriend, and women in general," Anders states in a tone that says, 'conversation over'.

Pompous pervert pales, realising his stupidity has cost him a potential business deal with Maxwell Enterprises, then quickly moves away.

"That was fun." Stan chuckles whilst grabbing four canopies and stuffing them into his mouth all at the same time.

"He tried to come on to me, saying he would love to teach me a thing or two about business. Then asked what I used to do for a living that makes me want to teach self-defence. He paled slightly when I told him I was a soldier, and if he didn't remove his hand from my backside, I would break it in less than a second." Haley laughed, taking a gulp of her pint of lager.

"Oh god, my girlfriend is feisty enough, please do not teach her how to do that, I will fear for my life when she gets annoyed with me." Anders chuckles.

"I think you love it when I am annoyed with you." I grin up at Anders.

Anders bends down and gives a low chuckle in my ear.

"Yes, I do. But you love being pissed off with me as well," He whispers seductively in my ear.

Yeah, that hit my lady parts full force, and now I really want to get annoyed with him, very, very annoyed with him, then leave this event and run upstairs and do what Ben and Lucy are doing.

"I don't think you should drink pints at an event like this," Anders continues to whisper in my ear.

"f**k off," I hiss at him, playing along with this game of foreplay we seem to embark on when we get horny for each other.

"That's my girl ... right everyone, it was lovely to meet you Haley, Stan, I will be in contact with you tomorrow about the defence classes. But it is time for us to leave," Anders states, then takes my hand and half drags me out of the conference room.

The empty elevator is waiting in the foyer, and we step inside. Anders closes the doors, pressing our floor number, then moves towards me. I back up against the wall, as his arms cage me in.

"You really should be more lady like, and not upset the businessmen who I want to work with," he tells me.

"Seriously, you need to shut the f**k up Anders," I growl.

A small chuckle leaves his lips, as he stares at me, then trails his fingers down my neck sending a shiver through my body, that is now fully awake and buzzing in anticipation of what's going to happen next. Anders continues to trail his fingers down my neck, then onto my collar bone, s**t, this is turning me on beyond belief.

"I hate you," I whisper to him.

"Hummm, I love it when you hate me," Anders growls, then crashes his lips against mine.

My body tingles with excitement, as he thrusts is tongue into my mouth. Letting out a soft moan, Anders growls slightly deepening the kiss.

The elevator doors stop closing, as a hand pushes them apart, and in walks the pompous pervert himself. Joy of joys. He hits his floor number, then stands in staring at me.

"Yep, magical fanny," He mutters under his breath, as Anders offers him a sneer in response. I reach out and hold onto Anders arm, to keep him from hitting this arsehole in the face, he is not worth our time or effort. The lift moves off, when suddenly it creaks and groans and comes to a stop, the lights all going out.

"Did you press the emergency stop button?" I ask Anders.

"No, did you?" Anders asks.

"No," I tell him.

"What about you pervert?" I shout over to the pompous i***t who looks like he is getting himself into a panic.

"No, why would I do that, we need to get out now!" he shouts, and begins banging on the doors with his fists.

"Calm down, that will not work," I tell him, obviously he is terrified, and as much as I dislike the man, my training kicks in and I go into firefighter mode.

"s**t," Anders growls, then presses the help button.

"Hey, we are stuck in the lift not sure which floors we are between as all the lights have gone out," Anders growls.

"I am sorry sir, there is a power outage, we will get to you as soon as we can," the voice responds.

"f**k," Anders groans again.

"I need to get out!" Perv panics again.

"Just take a seat on the floor, they will sort it out soon," I say to him, trying to keep him calm.

"You don't know that," he growls at me.

"But what I do know is that if they cannot get the lift moving again, my colleagues from the local fire station will arrive and get us out safe and sound. Now take deep breaths, it will be over soon," I reply softly. Two hours later, we are still stuck in the lift, and now all the wine and the last pint has made its way to my bladder.

"I really need a wee," I complain, sat in the corner of the lift, as Anders sits beside me, his jacket off, and tie undone, arm wrapped around my shoulder.

Pompous perv is now in such a state he is sobbing in the opposite corner, and no amount of reassurance is working to help him.

"What is taking them so long?" he complains.

"I don't know, but they should have a back up generator to power the hotel," I state to Anders. It is standard practice, but it seems that this place doesn't have one, or it is not working.

The lift groans again, and I cannot help but wonder if this is more than just a power outage.

Anders rings the help button again.

"Do you know how long this is going to take, this lift is making weird noises," he growls at the microphone.

"We are sorry sir, but the generator is not working. We have a team of mechanics working on that now," the voice at the other end informs us.

"Have you called the fire brigade?" I shout, I mean they would have us out in a jiffy.

"Not yet. The mechanics will sort this shortly."

I shake my head in dismay, I already know the only reason they would not call the brigade is if they had a warning about something prior and do not want to face the consequences. Suddenly, the elevator makes another noise, I have heard it before, and fear washes over me because I know it is the sound of a cable about to give way.

"f**k Anders get on the floor and hold on tight." I shout, just as the sound of a cable snapping echoes around us, and the lift violently moves making perv scream his lungs out.