Little Black Book(12)

“Okay,” I agreed.

I stood to go back to work, and he stopped me with a hand on my arm. My flesh prickled and that same, strange sensation from earlier worked its way up my arm.

“No, sit until everyone’s gone,” he said before casually strolling away. His confidence filled the room like water.

I ended up sitting at the bar, while the other waitresses stared holes into the back of my head. I couldn’t imagine what it looked like. The new girl, sitting on her butt, flirting with the owner in a remote corner of the bar. Great. Just perfect.

Once I convinced Trish I was staying behind to ask some questions, and the last worker left, Sebastian made his way across the club in my direction. His walk was slow and deliberate, making me feel like prey.

I swallowed hard, trying my best to keep my eyes off his tall frame and orgasmic eyes. Yes… orgasmic fit him nicely. I knew the meaning of the word, but I’d never actually experienced it. Either way, he was the equivalent of the definition.

“You stayed,” he commented after he sidled up to me. “Good girl.”

He was too close again; Sebastian obviously didn’t care about personal space. It made me uncomfortable and tingly at the same time.

“It’s not like I had a choice,” I oozed sarcasm.

I could hardly believe the way my words sounded. I was never rude to people and I’d never had such a tone in my voice before. Instead of getting angry, he just smirked down at me, like he enjoyed being snapped at.

“A little bit of fire in heaven, I see. I like that. However, everyone has a choice. You could have left, but you didn’t.”

His words were true, so I didn’t respond.

He took the seat beside me and held out a glass. “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you. I’m not much of a drinker.” I responded.

“Good to know.”

Even the way his words rolled off of his tongue was sexual. He could be talking about politics or something equally as boring and still get your panties wet.

“You mentioned a proposition earlier?” I asked.

I hadn’t even thought about the fact he might be asking me to stay behind so he could rape and kill me. Desperation erases your mind of all fear, apparently. Then again, was it considered rape, if the other party is willing and ready?

Shaking my train of thought, I tried to focus. Willing and ready? Did I really just think that?

“Yes.” He turned toward me and the side of his mouth lifted, drawing my attention to his perfectly sculpted lips and the hint of a dimple that begged him to smile bigger. I wanted to finger it. I also wanted to run my fingers though his thick hair. “I’d like to buy you.”

And just like that, my new found sexual fantasies went up in smoke. Surely I’d heard him wrong. I really needed to get out of my head and pay attention. I’d been around men before. What the heck was wrong with me?

“Excuse m-me?” I stuttered.

“I said, I’d like to buy you,” he repeated.

I sat and gawked at him, positive he’d lost his marbles. For the life of me, I couldn’t speak. Part of me was mad at Trish for not telling me her boss was a total head case.

“I’ve shocked you. Okay let me finish. I find you extremely attractive. If I was a man who enjoyed being in a relationship, I’d ask you to go on a date with me, but I’m not that kind of man.”

“I don’t like complications of any form, and I find that when emotions get involved, things become problematic. So, I’d prefer to have the sex, without the relationship. Your company, without the hassle.”

I looked around the room to find a hidden camera somewhere. This wasn’t actually happening to me for real. At any moment, a show host would pop out and the joke would be on me. But there were no cameras, and there was no host to relieve me from the awkward situation.

“Here’s what I’m offering you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black book. “I’ll put your number in my book, and when I want you, I’ll call you.” He leaned in close and I could smell his cologne. It smelled like hot sex, and spice. At least, what I imagined hot sex smelled like. “And when I call you, you’ll come, in more ways than one. I promise, beautiful girl, it will be mutually pleasurable for both of us.”

My mouth dropped open and with a single finger to my chin, he closed it.

“I only have two rules.” I stiffened when he ran that same finger down the top of my breast that I had foolishly exposed for him earlier tonight. “Don’t ever deny me. And don’t fall in love. As I said before, emotions are messy and I’d prefer not to get involved.” He tucked his book back into his pocket. “If you break either of those rules, I’ll remove you from my book and payment stops.”