Not tonight, stomach, this man was the devil, and there was no way in hell.
We stared at each other for another moment before he smiled and rapped his knuckles on the desk, walking away without another word. I hated these weird encounters I kept having with him. There had been a change between us, and I wasn’t liking it. He was paying me more attention than he had before, and while I was not giving into the attraction, it was still there no matter how hard I fought it.
The more I thought about Dorian, the more firmly I decided that I was going to go out tonight after shift to dance and get laid. I needed to get my mind off him once and for all.
My resolve gave me more pep in my step at the end of my shift, as I went into the quiet breakroom to grab my coat and wallet from my locker. I didn’t care who the lucky guy was. Tomorrow I would start looking for something more real. Tonight was all about satisfying myself sexually so this flutter in my stomach would vanish whenever Dorian came near and stared at me.
I turned around to head out when I froze. Dorian was there and the look on his face was completely predatory.
“Have a good night, Dorian,” I murmured before walking toward the door he was standing just in front of. He didn’t say anything, but as soon as I was within arm’s reach, his hand shot out and gripped my wrist, keeping me from going further.
“You’re not going to fuck another man, Esme. If any cock is going to be inside you, it’ll be mine.”
Those words.
They shouldn’t make my heart beat faster, but they did.
“You have no say in that matter,” I said breathlessly, wishing I’d waited a few seconds to speak so I wouldn’t sound so affected by his words.
His body moved and mine turned instinctively with his, facing each other. Every bell in my head was going off, warning me to back away.
“I do.”
He took another step forward and looked down at my lips.
“Dorian.” His name was part plea and part prayer. My mind didn’t want him to do what he was leaning down to do, but my body was moving toward his, ready to feel what he’d give me.
We were inches away from each other’s lips when I looked into his eyes.
“I hate you,” I whispered before his lips descended on mine.
