“Nothing would please me more, my dear.” He grasped my arm almost painfully and led me toward the glass doors. The first bite of the winter chill made me tremble and I rubbed my arms over my bare arms to fight off the chill.
“Let me warm you up.” Mr. Morales’ rubbed his hands across my now chilled shoulders and I tensed at the intimacy of the act. Gasping, I turned toward him and was shocked when his lips crashed down grinding his teeth against mine.
Repulsed I stood in shocked silence for a moment until reality stepped in and I attempted to back away. Unfortunately the brick ledge blocked that attempt and I was forced to push on his thick chest.
“Stop playing hard to get my dear. If Mr. Ross is willing to let me fuck you for this deal, maybe I’ll reconsider turning him down.”
His words shocked me to the core and I managed to slip from under his meaty arms. I didn’t belong in this world. Tears filled my eyes and I raced back into the crowded room and looked around for Taylor. Seeing him in conversation with some voluptuous brunette my heart ached with some emotion I didn’t understand. I just wanted to leave this place and everything it stood for. If this was how the upper half lived then I didn’t want any part of it. Stalking over to stand in front of Taylor I gave him what he wanted.
“You win. Now can you please get me out of here?” I didn’t care that I’d lost or even what the ramifications were for losing this wager. All I knew is that if I didn’t leave this place immediately I was going to make a fool out of myself by crying like a two year old.
His concerned gaze didn’t help my emotional mood and instead of waiting for his answer I walked with what little pride I had left to the front door. Even if I had to walk back to the hotel I was escaping this madness and everything it stood for.
I was trembling from the cold and the disgusting act with Mr. Morales’ when Taylor finally caught up with me. Without a word he removed his jacket and draped it over my arms. The driver pulled up to the curb and he ushered me into the warmth of the car.
Gazing out the window as we drove off I really wasn’t seeing anything. I felt the press of a cool glass into my hands and finally tore my gaze away from the view.
“Drink that, it will help you warm up.” Was that concern in his voice? Shouldn’t he be gloating about how miserably I’d failed and cheer about claiming his prize? The fact that he didn’t made me feel even worse than I already did. Tossing back the contents of the glass I tensed as the heat filled my body.
I wanted to get so roaring drunk that I forgot everything that happened tonight and maybe even get through whatever it was he demanded without caring too. I held out the glass for more. Instead of arguing he refilled my cup and again I downed it. With the earlier effects of the champagne and the stronger liquor I’d just imbibed I suddenly didn’t care.
I’d failed tonight and the outlook for my life was looking bleaker than ever. Maybe people like me just didn’t get a break and were doomed to always come up last. Resting my head back against the leather seat I closed my eyes and decided to just not give a shit. I’d never felt so hopeless before and I honestly didn’t want to deal with the emotion.
I felt strong arms lift me up sometime later but I didn’t feel like opening my eyes. Instead I nuzzled my cheek against the warm chest I was pressed against and allowed my weariness to lull me back to sleep. Surrounded by a scent that tantalized my senses I decided if I was already screwed I might as well enjoy the moment of bliss I was being given.
That was the last thing I remembered until the bright glare of the sun piping through the windows forced me to awaken. I shivered as cool air wafted over my body and glanced down to see that I was dressed in nothing but my barely-there panties. What the hell had I done?
I replayed last night in my mind and knew that I’d gotten drunk enough to pass out but that was all I remembered. I was in my bed in the penthouse and glancing over I breathed a sigh of relief that I was alone. That lasted long enough to see the jacket Taylor had been wearing last night draped over the armchair beside my bed.
Pulling the covers up over me, I almost cried in disbelief. We obviously hadn’t made love, correction fucked because I doubted he knew the meaning of the other word. Even saying the word in my head made me blush but I had other things to worry about.
He’d undressed me because I doubted I had the ability to do that on my own as much as I’d drank. What else had he done? As if seeing me naked wasn’t enough to leave me mortified for the rest of my life. I decided I could either curl up in my bed hiding in shame, or go face the overbearing oaf and demand some answers.
Choosing the second option I slid out of the bed, walked to the bathroom to slide on a robe, then stomped out into the living room area to face him. He was sitting on the couch, sipping on a cup of coffee with just showered hair and wearing nothing but a pair of black silk boxer shorts. Forcing my eyes to his face I glared.
“What did you do to me last night?” From somewhere deep within, I found the bitchy part of my personality and tossed the accusing words at him loudly.
“Excuse me?” His blue eyes filled with ice and the stare he gave me almost made me take a step back. He wasn’t intimidating me with that look after he’d undressed me and done god knows what while I was comatose.
“I’ll excuse you when you explain why I woke up wearing nothing but my underwear you pervert!” My hands automatically moved to my hips and I gave him a look that dared him to deny what he’d done.
“Little girl I might be a pervert but raping a woman who couldn’t even remember where she was last night is not my style. Now if you’ll sit down and act like a rational adult I’ll be glad to finish this conversation with you in a calmer manner.”
He admitted to being a pervert? What the hell? I wanted to scream at him demanding answers but his calm coolness as he took another sip of coffee made me feel like a fool. Gritting my teeth I moved to opposite end of the couch knowing he was taunting me with his laid back attitude.
“What happened?” My words were just as accusing as before but I managed to tone down the volume.
He sat the coffee cup down on the table beside him, then turned to face me. “Before or after you passed out and spilled a glass of brandy down your dress?” An arched brow lifted and the familiar smirk I’d come to love and hate filled his handsome face.
I couldn’t deny passing out, even though I wanted to desperately and it wouldn’t surprise me if I had spilled my drink. “After.” My tone was somewhat calmer now because I was dealing with my own embarrassment.
“I removed your dress and put you in your bed, Miss Burns. Then if you must know I used some club soda on the dress so that it could be salvaged and I sent it down to the cleaners this morning.” He was overly amused and I knew that he thought I was assuming something much worse.
Still grumpy but more at ease I pouted. “You shouldn’t have undressed me.” It was lame considering that I’d probably smelled like a brewery, but still he’d seen me naked!
“Your breasts, while quite lovely, aren’t the first pair I’ve seen before. I was only considering your comfort.” My face heated at his words and I wondered if I was being ungrateful. No! The man had seen parts of my body no other man had visualized before.
“Next time just leave my clothes on.” Standing up I didn’t meet his eyes and walked over to the coffee service. Pouring myself a cup I heard his deep sensual laugh and it resounded in that part of my body that only he seemed to have a line too.
“Perhaps you should moderate your alcohol intake and not allow there to be a next time. Besides I do believe you owe me a night of pleasure Miss Burns and I expect to see much more than I uncovered last night.”
“You’re not seriously expecting me to honor that bet?” My heart fell into my stomach and I almost dropped my drink. I was so screwed right now because I couldn’t just walk away from this job without the money I’d planned to earn last night.
I waited for his answer while holding my breath and when none came I turned walking back to the living area. He was standing only a few inches away and my heart raced. Biting my lip hard I looked up into his fathomless eyes terrified and excited at the same time.
The smile that stretched over his beautiful face was almost that of a predator and my breath caught. “Tell me you don’t want to please me Miss Burns and I’ll call off the wager.”
Lie. That’s what my subconscious was screaming at me as my knees weakened and I felt sensations moving through my body that left no doubt in my mind that I did want something from him. I had no idea how to please a man like him and the safest thing I could do was bow out before he destroyed my heart.
“I think your eyes say it all Miss Burns. That and the flush on your cheeks and the way you’re clenching your thighs together. But I want to hear the words from that pretty little mouth. Do you want me?”
I couldn’t breathe. Forcing my eyes from his I lowered them and tried to find some semblance of reason. As much as I didn’t want to say the words, I wanted this man more than I wanted the air.