A tiny, triumphant smile twists her lips.
Bad fucking drug.
She readjusts the straps of her night dress and pulls the covers back up, flipping onto her side. It’d be alright if she stayed like this, but she’s not done driving me fucking crazy. Pulling one leg from under the covers, she moves it to rest above, her knee by her chest, the perfect curve of her ass... and just a tiny bit of her pussy... on display.
This is going to be a long night.
26
HAILEY
Heavy torrential rain patters the window when my alarm goes off. I can hear the wind howl even through the reinforced lockdown blinds. It’s pitch black inside, though I don’t think it’d be any different with the blinds up considering it’s December and barely six am.
Sitting up, I kick the comforter aside, haul myself out of bed and slip into a bathrobe in case Carter’s up and catches me wandering the house in nothing but my night dress.
I’ve been putting on a show for him every night since he announced he’s leaving, hoping to break his resolve. I know he’s watched every second, but he hasn’t barged into my bedroom like I hoped he would. Not the first time, not the second, not even the third.
Feeling rejected again, I didn’t bother last night, even though he’s leaving today and I may have wasted my last chance. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to openly accept another dose of bleak rejection. I knew he was in the control room,taking the night shift. He’s manned it every night since my first performance. If he expected to see my pussy again, he was left sorely disappointed... just like he’s left me every night since day one here.
I crack the bedroom door open, silently entering the hallway. I manage one step before colliding with something hard.
I fall forward with a yelp, too fast to consider putting my hands out to break the impact. Instead of landing face-first on the floor, two strong arms snap around my waist.
My fight or flight instinct soars and as I take a breath to scream, I recognize his heady cologne, thehelpI was about to yell morphing into a surprised gasp.
“Shh, it’s me,” Carter whispers in my ear. “Why are you up?”
I swallow more air and blink rapidly so my eyes adjust to the darkness, the only light coming from the LEDs illuminating the countertops downstairs.
I shake my head to dislodge the confusion. I’m basically straddling Carter on what I think is a chaise longue.
Across the hall the door to his bedroom stands wide open, his bed obviously empty.
“What are you doing here?” I hiss, keeping my voice down so as not to wake his men.
“Why are you up, Hailey?”
“You don’t answer my question, but expect I’ll answer yours? No way. You first. Why are you sleeping outside my door?”
He props himself further up, adjusting the hold he has around me, his fingers sinking into my hips. Suddenly Ifeelhim everywhere. His strong hands, muscular chest pressed against my boobs, the warmth of his body... his hard cock touching my inner thigh, close to where I’ve been aching for him for days.
“It took me too long to hear you when you woke up paralyzed that first night. I wanted to be close in case you needed me.”
My blood immediately spikes a fever, and my heart swells like a balloon. He’s been sleeping outside my door this whole time...
Broadway’s digs and Carter’s sore neck every morning make perfect sense now.
I twitch to do something, maybe wrap my hands around his neck, or lean in for a kiss, but I freeze, waiting, because with that small, insignificant movement, his cock swells even more.
He doesn’t act on it, though. I’m in his lap, it’s dark, we’re so close, but instead of seizing the opportunity, he grips my waist and smoothly lifts me off.
“Your turn,” he says. “Why are you up?”
A hollow feeling blooms in my chest. His holier-than-thou restraint is infuriating.
“I planned to bake brownies...” I say, dragging my feet toward the staircase, then stop and turn, almost colliding with his hard pecs. “If you want to be close to me... you can sleep in my bed.”
He doesn’t grace that with an answer, resting his hand on my lower back to guide me to the stairs. Once we reach the top, he overtakes me, descending first.
