Alphas on Top(177)

“Sorry,” she says in her fake whiney voice. She’s lifted before I can die of suffocation. Once I'm free, I roll to my stomach and start crawling on my hands and knees towards the private room doors, hoping that Cash is not anywhere near me. I make it halfway there when I see a pair of brown work boots in front of me.

“Excuse me,” I say without looking up. I start to crawl around the owner of the boots when they block my way again. I blow my hair out of my face, frustrated by the person in front of me. Can’t they see I'm trying to get away? The person squats down and I see jean covered knees and then fingers are under my chin, lifting my face.

“Crap,” I whisper when I see Trevor’s brown eyes looking into mine.

“We need to talk,” he says quietly. I can see by the look in his eyes that he’s pissed.

“No, we don’t need to talk,” I say, trying to stand. Who knew that getting up off the ground when you’re in high heels was so much work? I fall forward, my hands landing on his chest and his go to my waist to steady me.

“Thanks,” I mumble. It was not the first time I wished I knew magic so I could cast a spell to stop whatever power it was that he had over me. I hated that my body craves his touch. I hated even more that I crave it even knowing that he’s a big jerk. As I steady myself, I don’t look at his face again before I take a step around him.

“We need to talk,” he repeats. I pretend I don’t hear him and continue walking towards the private room where I know kick ass Bambi the man hater is. “I'm not going to tell you again, baby,” he says, coming up behind me and pulling my back to his front.

“Let me go, Trevor,” I say quietly, trying not to cause a scene. He doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around my waist, walking me down the hall towards Mike’s office. I start to struggle to get away when I see the door getting closer.

I don’t want to talk to him. When I had wanted to talk, he didn’t want to listen. I squirm and almost make it free of him when he gets Mike’s office door open, shoves me inside, and slams the door behind him. “Great. Just great,” I grumble to myself. I put my hands on my hips, ready to give him some major attitude when he takes my breath away.

“Jesus, you look beautiful!” he says, walking towards me with a look of hunger in his eyes. I start walking backwards, caught off guard.

“Um… thanks,” I say, looking over my shoulder and noticing that I'm heading towards the couch. I know I don’t want to be near any horizontal surfaces and Trevor at the same time so I start making my way towards the desk, hoping that I can put it between us.

“Stop,” I say, holding out my hand when I see how close he is to me. He stops and I roll the desk chair between us to block his way. “Okay.” I breathe and he raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms over his chest. I wish he wasn’t so good looking. His dark brown hair is cut low to his scalp, and his brown eyes are made more beautiful with the long lashes that frame them. His jaw is square, and like always, it looks like he needs to shave and the dark growth around his mouth makes his full lips stand out even more.

He’s a lot taller than my five-five and a half. Even in the four inch heels I'm wearing now, he towers over me.

His eyes rake over me and his mouth goes into a flat line. “What are you doing, Liz?”

I look around Mike’s office, avoiding his question. I notice that I'm not too far from the door and I might be able to make it there before him if I kick off my shoes.

“Try it and I’ll spank you.” Okay, really? I’m ignoring that comment as I slide my foot out of one heel but don’t put my foot down. I don’t want him to notice what I'm doing until the last possible second. “Talk to me.” He growls and I glare at him.

“You’re working at a fucking strip club for God’s sake. What the fuck is going on?” he roars, leaning towards me.

“It’s none of your business,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What! None of my business?” he asks.

“Let me clarify that,” I say, pausing to put my hands on my hips, trying to balance in my one shoe. “It’s none of your damn business.”

“I’ve had my hands down your pants. I know what you sound like when you’re going to come.”

“Well, Mister, you don’t.” I look towards the door again.

“Don’t what?” he asks, smirking.

“Know what I sound like,” I say, getting tired of this game he’s playing.

“We can take care of that right now,” he says and I look at him like he’s crazy and shake my head.