“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he suddenly says.
“What? The movie? Yeah … it’s fine,” I say.
“No. You’re starting to like being a lawbreaker.”
“I am not!”
He laughs, and it’s a low, husky laugh, making my heart skip a beat. “Of course you are.” He leans forward in his chair, coming a little too close for comfort. “You pretend you’re a proper schoolgirl, but you feel caged by it.” His hand drifts to my hair, and I freeze. I can’t breathe. “On the inside you’re begging to be released.” He tucks one of the loose strands of hair behind my ear and chuckles when it doesn’t bend to his will.
“I … have to go to the bathroom,” I say, my voice changing in pitch with every word.
I’m chicken-shit. I can’t handle this. Whatever it is. I have to get away right now.
As I spring up from my seat, he leans back again. I try to pass his seat, but his feet are in the way. He doesn’t make any effort to move them, so when I try to walk past them, I stumble.
And land right on his lap.
My eyes widen as my butt presses down on his firm legs. I want to squeal, but at the same time my mouth feels sewed together. I’m sitting on Hunter Bane’s lap, just like in my dreams.
And then I feel his legs stiffen.
Something’s growing in his jeans, poking me in the flesh.
Oh. My. God.
I panic and jolt up from the seat in an uncomfortable manner, grasping the arm rests. Clambering out, I run through the room like a headless chicken and race out the door.
My eyes scan the hallway for any employees that might catch me before I bolt toward the nearest restroom.
Inside, I jam my foot against the door and sink down to the floor.
My God. I can’t believe it.
I was on him. I could feel his muscular legs. And something else.
Just the thought of his cock makes my pussy clench with need. Especially when I imagine it hard. I don’t even know what he looks like. I don’t even know what any guy looks like.
I don’t have any experience with this.
That’s why it’s freaking me out.
I have no idea what to do with this. Is he into me? Or do guys always get a boner when a girl sits on their lap? Both questions make me squirm.
I wish I had done more in high school than just kiss some boy, but that’s all I got, unfortunately. I was way too busy studying back then, but now I’m not so sure it was the right thing to do.
What if Hunter really is going after me? What do I do?
I have no idea what boys want, or like, for that matter. All I know is that I felt his cock and that I can’t forget about it. I loved the feeling. The moment my butt made contact with him, I wanted much, much more than just that.
And it terrifies the shit out of me.
Hunter Bane isn’t just ‘some’ guy. Not like the ones I made out with in high school. He’s like the predator of predators. If he ever got his hands on me, I’m sure he’d devour me whole.
That’s the thing that scares me the most. That he wants a lot more from girls than I can handle.
God, what have I gotten myself into?
I wipe the sweat from my forehead and get up from the floor. I stumble to the sink and stare into the mirror. My hair is a giant spider’s nest, and I’m startled by my own reflection. I look horrible. How could any guy want this?
Opening the faucet, I put my head under and drink straight from the tap.
Suddenly, the door opens, and I shoot up and almost bump my head into the faucet.
“Sorry, thought this was the guys’ room,” a guy says.
When I look up at him, I stop breathing.
I’m even almost pissing myself.
It’s one of those guys from the restaurant. One of them, the ones who tried to …
I’d recognize his tattoos anywhere.
Of all the places to run into him, this is where he shows up? Do I reek of bad luck?
He frowns and squints at me, and then his eyes widen. It’s like a moment of realization where he notices it’s me. The girl he tried to …
“Wait a minute …” he mumbles. “What are you doing here?”
I grab my bag and don’t wait another second. With one big sling I slam it into his face.
He stumbles back into the hall, and I make a run for it.
“You fucking bitch!” he yells.
My heart is pounding in my chest. I have to get away as fast as possible. Away from here. Anywhere.
Then I see Hunter stepping out of the theatre. His eyes are perked up like a Labrador, as if he heard something that caught his attention immediately.
My squeal.
It takes him one look at the guy to notice who it is.
“You …” he growls.
Then he charges at him and punches him straight in the face.