His Price(16)

“It was nice. The plane was beautiful.” I stepped forward, trying to see his face. Confusion was gripping my mind. Why won't he say who he is, or even look at me?

“Good. Are you sure you don't want a drink?”

“Yeah, I'm sure. I kind of finished a whole bottle of wine on the plane. A water would be good though.” Each word brought me closer to the stranger. Stepping forward, I tried to peek at his face.

I wanted to see him, see the face that was going to pay me for the weekend. He was standing so still, staring out the window, gazing off into the stream of flakes falling rapidly.

And yet his voice had a familiar feel to it. But I couldn't place it, as much as my mind tried to put a face to his words, I couldn't.

“There's some in the small fridge.” He lifted his arm out, pointing towards the bar. “Did Gloria fill you in on the plans for all this?”

“She didn't say much, just that you requested me. But other than that, no.” I pulled the fridge open and grabbed a small bottle of water.

“Excellent.” The man lifted himself away from the window. Turning to meet my gaze, my eyes must have opened as wide as the damn sun. “Surprised? Remember me?”

I couldn't speak. No words seemed to form in my brain. I stood with a blank stare, my eyes shifting between his features. It was him, Hegan.

“You?” The single word shot off my tongue, jaw hanging open in disbelief.

“Yes, me.” He laughed loudly, his head cocking back to release the air from inside his chest. “In case you forgot, the name's Hegan.” The deep ominous glare hit me with such force my entire body shook.

How could this be? The man I'd seen at Tigress was dressed like he just strolled in from a hard day on a construction site; he was cocky and self-centered. Certainly not a rich, wealthy son of a bitch.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I could feel the blood drain from my face as the realization set in, skin buzzing from the lack of oxygen.

I'd thought he was a drug dealer or just an attention starved man who brought the bankroll for show. I never expected to see his face again, but Hegan had been the one who hired me for the weekend.

“I didn't forget your name. But why the hell am I here?” My hands fell to my hips, wrinkles forming across my forehead. “I don't see a party. Unless you're planning one for tomorrow?”

“No, there's no party. I hired you for me.” His teeth bit down, pulling his lower lip in.

“Why?” I asked, furrowing my brows.

What the hell was this guy doing? He doesn't need me if he's not having a party. Why would he go through the trouble to get me here. I was sure the plane wasn't cheap, and that mansion obviously wasn't the small apartment I pegged him to have.

“No more questions. All you need to know for now is that you're getting paid well. Isn't that enough?”

Asshole! What a fucking asshole! Does he really think money is all I care about?

“No. I want to know what you need me here for? I don't care about the money. I have a job I thought I was hired for, a party? Was that a lie?”

“No, it wasn't a complete lie. I am the party, Babe.” His smile stretched the entire length of his cheeks. Strolling closer towards me, his hips shifted side to side.

My eyes shot to the mass bulging beneath his jeans. The form of his cock was outlined perfectly, pressing against the rough material. A warmth started to fill my belly, tingles rising up across my skin.

Stop it Noella! If he did hire you then it's work. That's it. Nothing more.

Huffing under my breath I turned my head away. “So you hired me for what? To just dance? Because that's all you're going to get. I told you that before.”

“Then dance. Go ahead, shake that ass for me again, maybe you'll get just as soaked as last time.” A smug smile pulled up to his ears. “I didn't say anything about wanting more. Because honestly, I have you the whole weekend...” His words trailed off. Re-emerging behind bared teeth. “Or longer.”

“No, not longer.” I hissed, lips pursing tight. “Asshole.”

“I didn't say you had an option.” His hand waved the glass, liquor sloshed around and spilled over the rim.

“Excuse me?” I asked. “I'll leave right now if I want to.” I couldn't believe this guy. Who the hell did he think he was? He couldn't force me to stay here, I'm not property.

“Oh, yeah? Is that what you think?” He asked, still beaming with a smile.

“That's what I know.” My teeth ground against each other, the words hitting and slicing through the air.

Hegan let out a guttural laugh, as if I'd just told the world's funniest joke. I didn't know what he thought was so hilarious. I could see he was a spoiled kid; a child who had spent his entire lifetime getting whatever it was he asked for.