His sense of entitlement streamed from every pore on his body. The sick grin painted on his face was eating up my figure as his eyes trolled my body. He was probably used to woman giving him what he wanted. With money like that, I bet a lot of girls would throw themselves at him.
I'm not that type of woman. I'm not just a walking hole for him to have his way with. And I have no problem telling him to get fucked.
“You can't leave just yet, that's not what I paid for,” he said, approaching me from the side. Hegan's large hand came up and brushed the hair away from my face. “We can have fun you know, I'm sure of it.”
I could feel my cheeks flush red, the heat rising from inside and coating my apples. Goosebumps emerged over my arms as his fingertips trailed softly over my skin. I wanted to step back, but my feet were frozen.
His cologne floated up into my senses, the musky air filling my brain. A warmth formed deep inside my gut, spreading down to my panties. His smell, his muscles, his tender touch; all of it sent tingles rocketing through me.
Shaking my head, I finally regained control of my legs. Quickly I stepped back, eyes fixed upon the hard stone of his. “I need to go. This isn't what I thought it was,” I said, turning to walk out. I wanted to get away, grab my phone and call a cab. I didn't want to be there anymore.
The sheer desire that started to press my insides, the fire he was starting in my belly; it was too much. I was a dancer. No matter how hot this guy was, I needed to keep this professional.
But I wasn't sure if I could.
Hegan gripped my wrist, yanking me back. Pressing me into his chest, the firm hold set me in place. My fingers dipped over the ridges of his stomach, each muscle flexing as he inhaled. “You can't leave yet, look outside. The weather is shit, no planes are flying in that. Stay tonight and we can talk in the morning.” His eyes flicked between mine, looking inside me.
I couldn't stop staring at him. The small glimmer sitting behind the glass of his eyes, the firmness of his arms as they wrapped around my waist; he was sucking me in. I let myself fall into him, let him grasp me so tightly he was holding me up.
The butterflies began to swarm, a storm of nerves tore through my lungs. My lips parted and I wanted to tell him to let me go, to not touch me. But I couldn't speak.
Hegan had twisted me up so tightly I almost forgot why I was there.
The cut of his jaw was bold, I could see the light shadow hanging across his skin. He brought his mouth close to my face and the heat off his lips sent chills through my body. “I need— I need to go to bed. It's been a long day.” Breaking the lock he had on my eyes, I looked down at the floor.
I knew he was right, I couldn't really go anywhere right now. I was stuck there, and since I hadn't actually been paid yet for the job; my pockets were empty.
The tips of his fingers gently ran up and down the small of my back. “Go get some rest and I'll see you in the morning. We can discuss the arrangements for this weekend over breakfast.”
Arrangements? Arrangements for what? I was hired to give a show, nothing more. Gloria knew I wasn't a girl who's going to give their body up to some stranger for money. It seemed like that's what he wanted, but he wasn't going to get it.
I felt his arm loosen from my waist, and my body swayed as his support was lifted. Hegan turned and walked back to the window, returning to watching the snow fall. Looking over his shoulder, he nodded towards the door. “Go. Before I change my mind and make you stay up all night with me.”
Grimacing in his direction, I whipped around and scurried out. He was an arrogant prick. I'm not his damn toy that he could do what he wanted with, and I was going to keep reminding him of that.
Making my way back to my room, I closed the door and clipped the latch to lock it. I didn't want Hegan trying anything stupid during the night. If he'd thought at all that he got the impression I'd give in, I couldn't be sure he wouldn't try to sneak in here and take what he wanted.
I let my body fall weightlessly onto the bed. The mattress closed in around my shoulders, my eyes felt heavy and hard to keep open.
Hegan was sitting in my thoughts, his face repeatedly flashed like a strobe light. The way his muscles draped every inch of his flesh, his touch and how it sent electricity through my nerves; I wanted to hate him, wanted to think he was a piece of shit for trying to force his control on me.
Instead he filled me with excitement, curiosity; all the feelings that a guy like him should never make me feel.
But he did.
That single delicate touch of his fingers caused more emotions to flow through me than I'd experienced in a really really long time.
What the hell Noella! He's a spoiled brat! A dick! He just wants to get what he can't have. You know this!