Chapter 3
Hunter
W hy did I agree to this?
When some of the employees I’ve been working with this week suggested I come out tonight I was just not in the mood. And as I sit here in this ridiculous Gladiator costume, trying to pretend I’m having a good time, I’m still not in the mood.
I’ve only just officially been announced as CEO of Bright last month. I need to get this right.
My dad is my idol. The perfect family man and husband but an absolute shark in the boardroom. You didn’t mess with him, you respected him.
I crave that.
So going out to a club opening on Halloween is not what I need right now.
The team of analysts I’ve been working closely with these past few months filed into my office this morning and practically forced me to close my laptop. They told me they had a surprise and dragged me away from my desk. The ring leader as always was my lead analyst, Joe. He’s one of the best in the business but once he’s out of the office he’s a menace.
I was less than impressed when he handed me my costume. I don’t dress up. But I relented when he gave me the whole ‘I need you to be my wingman tonight’ speech. I may be the boss, but I’m not a dick. How dressing in a revealing outfit would help him, I still don’t understand, but here we are.
From my spot at the high-top table, I’ve got the perfect view of the entire club. The place is heaving and there are bodies everywhere, all in random costumes pushed up against each other as they grind together on the dancefloor.
“You need to sort your face out,” Joe shouts over the thrum of the music as he returns to our table handing out cold beers, I nod my thanks and take a well needed sip
“What do you mean?”
“This—” He circles my face with his finger; the man is definitely on his way to being drunk. His distinctive cockney accent is getting stronger with every drink. “—is not the face of a man who has the pick of any woman he wants.”
“Do I?” I take a swig of my beer, smirking because I’m not blind. I’ve seen plenty of women staring, but like I said, I’m not in the mood.
“Fuck, yes you do,” he shouts. “You’ve got women looking at you from every angle, my friend, and I will not enjoy myself until you’re enjoying yourself.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
Fuck my life.
“That’s not what I’ve come out for. I’m here to help you, apparently.”
“And you are. The women will come to you and therefore me.” He spreads his arms out wide to emphasize his point and the rest of us snicker at his dramatics. “I’m not sure you need me.” I motion toward the group of women looking our way. He’s dressed as a Baywatch lifeguard. I can’t fault the guy, he looks after himself.
“Jackpot. You coming?”
“Nah I’m good, man.”
His brows pinch and then he shrugs his shoulders before he wanders off toward the group of women. I watch as a tall woman dressed as Cat Woman touches his chest and giggles. I smile, shaking my head when a flash of green catches my eye. My mind goes completely blank my eyes land on the gorgeous blonde dressed as Tinkerbell.
She’s breathtaking .
She doesn’t look fake, or overly done up. Her petite body is wrapped up in a skin tight green dress that hugs every part of her but the bottom has tiny tassels that dance around her defined thighs. Her golden hair is off her face allowing me to see every contour of her strikingly flawless beauty. Slightly pink cheeks, and plump full lips that widen as she laughs with the redhead and brunette at her side. She moves so effortlessly, as if she’s floating to the bar. Her fairy wings catch the lights, making her appear like she’s glowing. Visions flood my brain of her on her knees looking up at me, those delicate plump lips circling my cock as she wears nothing but those wings.
The fuck? What am I thinking?
I shrug those ridiculous thoughts out of my head and try to keep my attention on the group but I’m constantly drawn back to the tiny pixie.
I don’t gaze across rooms at women, it's not how I play this game. Women come to me. It’s not necessarily something I’m proud of, but I rarely leave a night out alone.
Someone grazes their nails down my exposed arm.
See, they come to me .
“Hey, handsome.” She grips my bicep. “Jesus, I bet you could show a girl a good time.” She’s typically beautiful. Long, lean legs, tiny waist, and large round plump breasts that are threatening to fall out of her barely there dress. Everything I would normally go for, but she isn’t who I want.
I want the blonde pixie who has my heart feeling like it’s going to beat out of my chest.
When it’s obvious that I’m not going to respond, the woman moves on to one of the others in the group, and I find my blonde siren watching me. Our gazes collide causing my skin to prickle. Her grin is full of mischief as she leans in, to speak with the man next to her. Her face is so close to his that I clench my fists tightly around my beer bottle.
Why is he so close?
I’m fascinated watching her tiny body move on the dancefloor with such grace that I start to imagine how else she could move that body. How she would writhe underneath me as I thrust hard and deep inside her. How her body would arch as I brought her over the edge. I shift in my seat, forcing the thoughts back down.
She’s swept back up into the dick in the chaps arms and my whole body locks. My body trembles watching her so carefree in his embrace. I take a swig of my beer, the cool liquid doing nothing to dampen the fire burning inside me, thanks to this woman who has managed to snare me with just one look. The dick whispers something in her ear, which makes her playfully smack his shoulder, and the smile that tugs at her pink lips makes me snap. Draining the rest of my beer I slam the empty bottle on the table.
He has his hands on her.
Someone glares at me for nearly knocking over their drink. I apologize, and I’m hit with the realization that my reaction is out of character.
And it’s all to do with her.
My brain has decided she’s mine, so I take my shot as she heads to the bathroom.
“I’ll be back in a moment,” I shout as I leave.
I wait in the shadows until I see her exit the bathroom, her head down, looking in her clutch.
Perfect.
Moving off the wall, I purposely bump into her. She’s even more beautiful close up. My cock jumps as I envisage how soft her lips would be brushing gently against mine. How would she taste? Would she let out sweet moans as I pressed against her?
“Oh God. I’m so sorry.” She gasps as her hand flies to her chest..
“I don’t mind, Tink.”