Chapter 6
May
" F ollow me." Deck grabs my hand, and I try to catch a breath as he pulls me off the desk. His hands are working my boobs back into my bra and dressing me in frantic movements. "Stay close to me. No asshole stampedes you out of my building tonight."
"Wait, your gift, aren't you going to try—" Making that Napoleon today made me happy.
I read somewhere once that when you go for a job interview, it's good to set yourself apart. Bring something or say something that makes them remember you. So that's why I brought the dang present, and now...
"May. Here." He reaches down to scoop my coat and purse off the floor, then presses them into my chest. "Eyes on me. Forget the alarm. You hold onto me, we move together."
Twenty minutes ago, I was on a bus. Now, I've got a strange man's cum-flavored kiss on my mouth, and I'm not sorry. Deep down, I always knew I'd meet my Prince Charming someday, and it would all be perfect.
I just didn't expect it to be today. In this club.
Before I know it, we're down the hall, and Deck has me outside the back door, standing between the club and the parking lot.
"Stay right here. Don't fucking move from this spot.
I'm going back in to see what's going on.
You don't go anywhere. I'm still tasting you on my tongue, and I'm not losing you in the chaos.
" His blue eyes are dilated. I can still feel his thick erection in my hand, and my next breath catches in my throat.
"And take this." He reaches into his back pocket and shoves a cell phone and a charger into my hand.
"Hold onto it. Charge it later, it's dead right now.
" He opens his mouth. Hesitates. "I give one to all my employees. Just don't lose it."
I nod as he disappears back through the metal door, leaving me standing in the back parking lot. My panties are torn, my body is humming, and a man I just met has my cunt on his tongue.
The heat and wetness between my legs make me tingle, and I shiver against the cold breeze hitting my bare skin where my panties used to be.
What he just did to me with his mouth...
His words are still ringing in my head. Get your fingers inside that cunt and show me.
Like he owned me already. And now the doubt crashes in.
I can't be with him.
First of all, I don't know anything about this man. And second of all, I'm engaged. I have to marry Victor. And what about Leah? I can't be with Deck. Not right now. Maybe someday, maybe not ever, but certainly not now.
Leah's right. I'm so impulsive and childish. I make stupid, crazy decisions and put myself in situations without thinking.
My heart is beating so hard it's drowning out the alarm. First kiss, first orgasm, first cock — all of them are mine. That's what he said. And I let him.
What have I done?
If I stay here right now, I'll never want to leave. I'll lose my sister. And I'll never let that happen. The thought makes my chest tight, makes it hard to breathe. She'd have no one without me. I'd have no one without her.
I glance from left to right, trying to get my bearings. The sounds of shouting and the scream of the fire alarm cut through the night. Sirens getting closer.
I'm freezing standing here. A gust of wind comes from nowhere and flips my skirt up, baring my ass where my ripped-up panties no longer cover me. I flail around to push it back down. My hair sticks to my face, and I wonder if Deck will ever taste the Napoleon I made.
"Dang it." I'm trying hard to make order out of chaos, and that's a huge challenge for me on a normal day.
I take off, running between the back of the buildings toward the street where I got off the bus.
I turn the corner from the alley, but trip and stumble over a crack in the sidewalk.
As my leg goes out, one of my shoes flies in an arc, landing in the street, and I barely manage to keep myself upright.
Pain shoots up my leg as I stub my toe on the concrete.
The tail lights of the bus glow at the bus stop two blocks away. I set off at a dead run, no time to retrieve my shoe.
Deck said I was hired, right? So I just need to get back to the original plan. I need this job, and my own childish, fairytale needs can't get in the way.
I'll come back tomorrow, explain everything to Deck, and tell him I just want the job.
Nothing more. I mean, how can two people who just met let things get so out of hand?
He probably tells every girl she belongs to him.
This is nothing to him. He's probably one of those man-whores I’ve read about. I was just another cog in the wheel.
He seemed so sincere, but what do I know about men? Nothing.
I can be professional. I'll show up here tomorrow, keep things strictly business from now on, and try to forget the way he tasted me like he was starving.
In that office.
On that desk.
Under his tongue.
Oh my god, what have I done?
I'm out of breath when I reach the bus stop and have to run up and slap my hand on the door of the bus as it begins to pull away.
"Hey! Wait!"
The driver looks over, the hydraulic brakes squeal, and the doors open with the sound of a steam engine releasing pressure. Another gust breaks free, and I struggle to hold my skirt in place, the chill of the air hitting my bare skin again, making me gasp.
"Get in." The dark-haired man is genial and gives me a little smile. "Kinda late for you to be standing out there."
"I know. I'm just getting off work." I gather myself as much as possible and punch up some confidence. "I dance at the Monarch."
I plop down in the front seat, just behind the driver, trying to catch my breath.
"Oh yeah? You're a dancer, are you?" His incredulous question has me letting out a long breath. It feels like I've been holding it forever.
"Yup. Just got hired. And I'm going to be the best dancer they've ever had. You should come in sometime."
He lets out a hearty laugh. It's not at all condescending, and I immediately like him.
"We'll see." He starts the bus moving forward. "The missus might not be so keen on me coming around to see some other women dance. She's my dancer, my only dancer."
The way he says it makes me sad. I can already tell he loves her, and I wonder if that'll ever be my future.
Deck was just a fluke, a momentary lapse. I have to marry Victor. In the short time I spent with Deck, he made me feel things Victor never will. But I have to think long term.
That's what Leah always says to me. She says I don't think past the end of my nose, and for once, she's right.
Stick to the plan: work, money, apartment, culinary school, then marriage to Victor.
Maybe I'm just fooling myself, and none of those things will happen, but I do know I'm going to try.
I'm going to dance, and I'm going to show Simon and Victor that they have to give me some independence.
I mean, why do they keep us locked up? Are they afraid we'll go out and get ourselves pregnant or something?
Who knows.
I settle into the seat for the quick ride back to the estate gates. I can still taste him on my tongue. I can still feel him between my legs.