I didn’t know where he wanted to go!
I knew better than this!
This wasHow Not To Get Killed or Kidnapped 101! The hot stranger might have helped me with the drunk dude trying to get handsy, but that didn’t mean the man leading me towards the back of the club didn’t have his own nefarious plans.
“Umm,” I started again a little louder, but this time, I pulled back my hand from his, not that his hold let me go.
The devastatingly handsome man looked behind him and down at me. I wasn’t sure, what with the lack of light, but I had a feeling his eyes were dark blue. Darker blue than I had ever seen in my life.Why does that matter!? Focus before you end up on some cold case episode of Dateline!a voice inside my head shouted.
“What?” he clipped. I blinked. He sounded… angry.At me?
“Where are we going?” I asked. He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and kept walking. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are—“ I pulled my arm back once again, but he simply pulled me in closer.
Not in a harsh way where I could have been hurt. No, the tug was almost gentle as I bumped into him. I opened my mouth to tell him to back up, when he bent at the waist and picked me up, all without missing a beat or suddenly becoming out of breath.
“Excuse me!” I gasped, stupidly wrapping my arm around him, my fingers lightly brushing against the shortly trimmed hairs at the back of his neck. He glanced at me, and as our eyes connected, my mouth shut. Everything inside of me felt overwhelming. The feelings that slammed into me all at once were like witnessing a car accident while simultaneously being inside of it. I didn’t know which way was up or what was what. Without me noticing, he opened a door to one of the many private rooms, and suddenly, we were cloaked in nothing butdarkness. The dim light spilling in from the club through the still slightly open door was mostly blocked by his large frame.
Carefully, and with the most tender care, he set me down. My legs didn’t feel solid as I touched the ground, but I held my body straight, everything inside of me aching the loss of his touch and the nearness of his body. In the next heartbeat, the door shut and the distinct sound of a lock clicked into place, echoing louder than the blood roaring in my ears.
I didn’t know who this man was, and I was locked in a dark room with him in a place where most men thought they could get away with almost anything as long as they tossed you enough money.
A man who I’d had a crazy visceral physical reaction too from afar. A man who had threatened another, right in front of me. I might not have heard his words, but I knew the way he’d done it had been too easily. Like he was used to casting threats and doling out punishments. The tips of my fingers skimmed the hem of my skirt as my mind started to come up with different ways to get the hell out of here.Why?a voice asked inside my head.
“You’re scared.” It wasn’t a question but a fact. Though, if I was honest, I wasn’t sure how true that was.
Either way, I didn’t say a word.
I’d been so lost in his gaze and how stunningly handsome he was, shocked by everything I’d felt, I hadn’t paid attention to what room he’d taken us into.
“You don’t have to be scared. Not of me,” he said into the darkness.
“You threatened?—“
“He. Touched. You,” he clipped, like each word had cost him. His arms rustled at his sides, and I wondered if his hands had fisted up.
“Part of the job sometimes.” I shrugged. A growly almost animal-like sound rumbled through him. “What do you want?” I asked, trying to sound huffy and blustered, but it came out way too breathy for either of us to believe I was upset.
“What do you think I want, sweet stuff?”
“Sweet stuff?”
“Baby, you looked like the most delectable treat out on that stage.”
“Delect––“ Loud laughter erupted from me.
I couldn’t help it.
I was cute. Pretty with makeup and some great work with boob tape. But delectable? Not even close. I had to wipe the tears from my eyes. “I don’t know about all that, but thanks.”
“Fuck,” he cursed.
“Look, Sargent Handsome, thanks for the save and all, but these rooms are usually reserved for dances, and I don’t think it’s fair for us to block it and stop other people from?—“
“Then dance for me,” he requested. I heard heavy footsteps against the plush carpet, then a light turned on in the half of the room I was in. LED lights cast a soft pink light, but he wasn’t close to me anymore.
“Where did you?—“
“I’m on the couch.” The sofa groaned under his weight. I tried to make out more than the shadow of him, but it was tough to do. “Dance for me, Jade,” he ordered. I blinked. The request was stern but fair, yet I hesitated.
