Finding My Prince Charming(5)

“Who is it?” he growled through the door.

“Maximillian, open up the door. It is Xavier.” The voice on the other side of the door sounded irritated and angry, and I sat up straight, my bones tingling.

The voice sounded vaguely familiar. I was hopeful that Max would let the other man into the room so that I could grab Anna and leave. I jumped up, about to walk to the bathroom, when Max looked back at me.

“Sorry.” Max shrugged as he looked at me, and he opened the door quickly. “I thought you were going to give your talk, sir.” He seemed to be apologizing to the man on the other side of the door, whom I couldn’t quite see.

“Don’t tell me you have another whore in here, Max.” The other guy cursed in another language. “I won’t accept this behavior. Not in my room.”

I stood still in shock as I realized that this Xavier guy thought I was the whore. I blushed, even though no one was looking, and grabbed my bag.

“I’m sorry, Xavier. I...” Max muttered, and I stuck my tongue out at his back. What a wimpy asshole he was turning out to be. I couldn’t believe he had no backbone after just trying to bed me and my best friend.

“No more excuses. Go to your room. I’ll deal with you in the morning.”

“Please, Xavier.” Max was practically begging now. He gave me a quick look and then ran out of the room.

I stopped still as I saw the man in front of me. It was the guy from the museum. Surprise and then anger flittered through his eyes as he stared at me with derision. He was glowering at me with a murderous look in his dark green eyes. He stood tall, muscular, and dark. He had an olive complexion and dark, almost-black hair, and he oozed power and sex appeal.

“Who are you?” His voice was as arrogant as the look on his face, and I felt an immediate dislike for this man who stared at me so disdainfully. He didn’t even look like he recognized me. There was no way he couldn’t recognize me, right?

“I’m Lola.” I attempted a smile even though my face was burning up in shame. “From the museum ...”

“Typical,” he sneered.

“Typical what?” I glared at him.

“Typical name for a girl like you.”

“Girl like me?”

“Bimbo,” he spat out, his eyes looking over my body in a way that caused me to shiver with excitement and annoyance.

“Excuse me?”

“Bimbo. B-I-M-B-O” he spelled out. “You are a bimbo.”

“You’re a jackass. Capital A-S-S.” I tried to push past him, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him, his eyes glittering.

“How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?”

“More like, do I care?” I pulled away from him. “Excuse me. I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?”

“To my home.” I bit my lip as I realized I didn’t know the address by heart and that Anna was still in the bathroom.

“I don’t think so.” He closed the door and grabbed my hand.

“What are you doing?” I stared at him with wide eyes and shivered as I watched his chest rise and fall angrily.

“I will not let you leave this hotel room at this hour.” He shook his head in disgust. “In my country, it is not becoming for a woman to walk around the streets by herself at night.”

“We’re not in your country.” I pulled my hand away from him, wanting to ask what country he was from but not wanting to be nosy and give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was interested.

“It’s a pity.” He laughed sardonically. “And lucky for you. If you were in my country right now, I’d ...” He paused and leaned towards me. I could feel his breath on my lips as he stared deep into my eyes.

I froze as I stared back at him in anticipation. Was he about to kiss me? I swallowed hard. This was the moment I’d been waiting for all night but not in these circumstances. At the museum, he’d seemed sexy and naughty. Now he just seemed like an arrogant prick. I knew I should slap him or something, but instead I closed my eyes and waited to feel his lips crush down on mine.

“Open your eyes.” His voice sounded like a growl, and I opened them reluctantly. His face was mere inches from mine, and his eyes sparkled into mine. I could feel his breath on my lips, and I swallowed nervously. “If I were to kiss you, your eyes would remain open because I would want to watch the pleasure dilating your pupils as my tongue sought out the secret spots in your mouth.” His voice was low and seductive as he spoke, and I trembled at his words. I had completely forgotten Max and Anna at this point. My mind went back to the museum and what he’d whispered in my ear then. My body felt hot and achy as I waited to see what he was going to do.