Keep Me Safe by Duka Dakarai Page B

mutterings of hushed conversation before Kane stands before me, a hand on each hip. “That’s enough for today, Sky. No arguments. You have ten minutes to freshen up then you and I are going on a picnic. You need a break from all of this shit.”
     
    A small strangled laugh traps in my throat. “You and I…on a picnic? Whose mad idea was this?”
     
    He narrows his eyes. “It was my idea actually. You seem like a picnic type of person……woman……and I thought it might help you relax for a while. So , get your ass moving. You got ten…..nine minutes.”
     
    I shake my head, muttering to myself, as I make my way up the stairway. “A picnic with Kane……and that’s meant to help me relax…..”
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
     
     
     
    Forty minutes later, as we are heading up Mandela Way towards Tower Bridge Industrial Estate, I throw Kane a bemused scowl. He catches it but only offers a smirk in reply.
     
    “Tell me we are not having a picnic in an industrial estate.” I grumble folding my arms across my chest.
     
    “Not up to your usual high standards, I expect, sweet cheeks….but you are still at risk so open countryside and parks were out of the question. Besides, I’m sure you’ll like it when we get there.” He throws another smirk. I offer no response.
     
    We pull up alongside a detached white painted unit with enormous arched windows, reinforced metal shutters and a discrete gold edged plaque. I lean forward squinting to read the sign - Elite Defence .
     
    “This just gets better.” I shake my head, mocking. “We are picnicking in your office!”
     
    After punching in several security codes, we eventually make our way through various office spaces before Kane leads me down a corridor to the ‘warehouse’. He throws open a singular soundproofed door and ushers me inside. What meets me causes a gasp to escape from my lips.
     
    Inside this vast expanse of space is what can only be described as a replica street scene complete with mock buildings, artificial grass and trees, park benches and several ‘parked’ cars. I am aware that my mouth has fallen loose with surprise. I reach down to stroke the fake grass.
     
    Kane snatches up my hand walking me to the middle of the ‘park’. He begins to lay out the blanket and picnic basket contents. He smirks confidently. “An outside park I couldn’t manage but this is the next best thing, right?”
     
    I fold myself into a cross legged seating position joining him on the blanket. “What is this place…..and why is it in your office unit?”
     
    He points around the immense space. “We train bodyguards here but also use this place to refresh our own skills. This is ideal for practicing car jack situations, hostage situations…..any number of potential threats. In the other two warehouses we have similar ‘locations’ created.”
     
    “Ok, I’m impressed, Kane.” I shrug a resigned smile.
     
    “Later……we can play hide and seek if you like……or I could teach you how not to squeal in an interrogation…..” He jokes.
     
    I stifle a giggle. “Does that involve tying me up? I raise a suggestive eyebrow.
     
    “You have a dirty mind, Sky Sinclair. Any more of that talk and you’ll get your ass spanked.”
     
    “Spanking and tying me up, Kane? Is that allowed?” I playfully pout, fluttering my baby blues.
     
    He mock scowls. “You’re not playing fair, sweet cheeks.”
     
    “How so, Kane?”
     
    He points to the growing bulge evident in his cargo pants. “This doesn’t understand that you are only teasing.”
     
    I crawl slowly over the blanket towards him. I run a singular finger along the length of the swollen shaft watching as Kane sucks a breath in sharply, his nostrils flaring slightly. “Am I teasing you, Kane?”
     
    I continue to stroke him gently, slowly nibbling along his jaw. He groans deep in his chest. “Yes.”
     
    I nibble across his cheek onto his bottom lip. “Do you want me to stop?” I suck