The Dish was a nice, fancy place to eat along one of the more historic streets in downtown Des Moines. Why was Zane taking me here?
"Keep your mouth shut," he reminded me and looked around the alley before pushing open the door.
My heart was still racing. I flicked my eyes to Zane, terrified and so angry at him at the same time. We stepped into a brightly lit break room. Coats and purses hung on the wall next to the time clock. Zane pulled me close and wrapped his arm around me, making it look like we were an affectionate couple. Keeping me smashed into his side, we crossed the narrow room and stepped into an even narrower hall. Just then, a waitress, dressed in all black, rounded the corner.
Zane pushed me up against the wall. His pelvis pressed into mine and his chest flattened my breasts. His cologne instantly suffocated me, and I hated that I found the scent pleasant. He tucked one hand behind the small of my back and put the other on my cheek. Then he kissed me, his lips soft and gently against mine. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and pushed his hips against me, rubbing back and forth ever so slightly. I felt the large bulge in his jeans grow. He was getting off on this.
Abhorrence churned my stomach. I wanted to puke right then and there, but I only held my breath and waited until it was over. I was getting good at that.
"Ugh," the blonde waitress sighed. "Zane," she spoke, her tone heavy with annoyance. My heart skipped a beat. She knew him? "Don't waste your time, honey." She continued walking and I realized she was talking to me. "This boy might be good at the game, but trust me when I say he's a player," she huffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Once she disappeared into the break room, Zane took his lips off mine. He slowly moved his face back and gently traced his fingers down my cheek. I turned my head, not wanting to look at him. He slipped his fingers behind my ear and ground his hips against me. My detestation for him was turning into anger.
"I like the way you taste," he whispered, his breath hot on my neck. “Adeline,” he said, drawing out my name in the most seductive manner. His lips pressed against my neck, sucking at my skin. He moved his mouth up and his tongue found my ear. "It makes me want more," he groaned.
"Suck a dick," I spat and pushed him away.
Zane only held on tighter. "That's your job," he said. He took his hand off of my face and grabbed my wrist. He laughed and pushed off the wall, making sure the coast was clear before he dragged me into an office.
"It's in excellent condition," Nate's voice came from behind a tall, leather chair. My anger turned back into fear. What was Nate doing here? "And can easily be rezoned for business. But I must be honest with you, Phil, I did get another offer just this morning."
Zane closed the door. Nate casually spun the chair around. Shock then rage covered his face when he saw me.
"Listen, something just came up. I’m going to have to call you back," he spat into the phone before slamming it down. He put both hands on the dark oak desk. "What is going on?"
"We have a problem," Zane began. His eyebrows were pushed slightly together and he stood with his legs apart.
"You're damn right we have a problem," Nate said and stood up. "I told you never to bring the girls here. Let alone her. You have one minute to explain," he said calmly.#p#分页标题#e#
I wished he would yell; the way he kept himself so collected was so creepy. It was like the calm before a storm, and I had no idea how damaging the winds would be.
"The Asian is sick. I had her fill in," he said, motioning toward me with his head. "Full-service party," he added and took the wad of cash from his pocket. "But one of the clients recognized her."
"And what do you mean by that?" Nate asked, the skin around his eyes tightening.
" He knew who she was, knew she was missing. He wanted the reward money for turning her in."
"And I trust you took care of it?" Nate asked. A vein on his forehead was becoming visible. I watched it pulsate, feeling his angergrowing with each heartbeat. He was going to explode soon, unleashing hurricane winds upon us.
"Of course," Zane said. Standing in front of Nate, he looked boyish and vulnerable. And I still hated his fucking guts.
"Good." Nate's phone rang and he turned to pick it up. "We will figure out the rest of this mess tonight," he said and smiled ever so slightly. His eyes narrowed and he shot Zane a look that said this is all your fault. "Go."
Zane opened the office door, looked around and pulled me out. The blonde waitress was sitting in the break room, but was too busy scrolling through Facebook on her phone to even steal a glance at my face. Zane slammed the door and stepped into the alley. The city was alive on this holiday night and I wanted so desperately to call out for help and run away.