I want to jump him, I'm actually scared if I don't move away from him right now I'll make good on that thought. My traitorous little horny body didn't seem to be on board with that plan of mine because I feel myself leaning into his touch.
It's like I'm hooked here, at his mercy, my body has given up on me and we're just here standing, like a piece of offering waiting to be devoured. He moves to my neck slowly, his beards brushing against my smooth skin is a lethal combination, and my legs feel like jell–did I just crane my neck to the side giving him more access?
I am a horny little bitch! He places a kiss there, right where my neck and shoulder join, I have to bite my lip to stop the sound that wanted to escape.
I try to move my body backwards, away from him but I feel my chest against his much harder ones. It's like my body has a mind of its own.
"I like ho–" A phone ringing gave me the willpower to step out of his hold, he also steps back and the dark room glowed a bit from the brightness of his screen, he'd turned so I couldn't make out his feature save for his broad shoulders and sexy looking back in a slim fit suit. Oh, men in suits are my weakness. I don't hear him but I feel the familiar heat of his body pressed against mine, he speaks in my ear.
"I have to go now but we'll do this again soon, with much less clothes." With that, he walks out door, leaving me a panting and probably dripping wet mess.
I stay back for five minutes to catch my breath deciding then and there that this man was bad for me.
At least he lights had been off, with that thought in mind, I go back to the dressing room and change back to my normal clothes, calling it a night. I give one of the bouncers, Aaron, Garcia's phone before walking to the bus station, my mind still on the man with the sexy Voice.
Oh I do hope we don't meet again, how he makes my body act is in no way acceptable, but I have to admit, I liked it. Way more than I should have. And I had no idea who he was.
"Fe(ii) forms CO complexes with more difficulty because.... ugh."
Reading to myself out loud isn't a usual habit of mine, especially not during a test. An unbelievably simple one. But since I've been running on four hours of sleep sometimes less. I decided to give it one more try.
"The element Iron or ferrate is a group eight element and forms CO complexes easily... umm...difficultly...because....oh God I'm doomed."
I let my face drop into my hand.
"Miss Stephenson."
The supervisor called my name.
"Yes Dr. Meeks?"
"Is there a problem?"
Problem?
Yes. There's a problem I'm being forced to work in a whore house because and my evil stepmother is threatening to traffic my sister. And although I tried to read for this test a faceless man kept coming in to my head and all I can remember right now with no doubt is my name and I am losing my fucking mind.
"Of course not Dr. Meeks."
I replied so calmly and was surprised that my thoughts did not betray me
"Then remember to make sure your head continues to defy gravity unless its night time. Pens up everybody."
That night any normal human being would be thinking about how they had flunked their test jeopardized their career and ruin their whole lives and would end up under a bridge with nothing cut stray cats for company but was I thinking of my possible future with stray cats? No. I was thinking about a particular hot voice and mouth watering breath. Wait that sounds wrong. But anyway I was thinking of the faceless guy. No. Faceless man. He was definitely a man. Although I hope not literally faceless that'd be creepier than he being a werewolf. Cause I definitely find werewolves creepy and not sexy or panties melting hot. Totally freaky. Maybe if I said it enough times I'd believe it.
Despite my bad day at school I walked into the club with a bounce in my steps.
"You're early today."
Tasha commented.
Oh shit.
I checked the time and she was right. My shift starts at 9pm and it was 8:48
"Took an elective course on morals and disciplines. It inspired me to be punctual."
"Its not yet time for your shift."
"Extra punctual."
I smiled tightly.
"Speaking of school how was test?"
She inquired.
"It was great. Literally the most easiest test I have ever sat for."
It wasn't a lie.
"Must be nice. Going to a fancy school with all the big shit kids. Maybe that's why they requested you in the private room. Fancy girl for fancy pervert. "
Was that envy in her voice?
"Uhhh.... yeah sure. I gotta go change."
"Hey girl."
"I hate my life and everyone in it."
I said slumping on the wall.
"Well good day to you too. What's got your panties in your asshole."
"I had the worst easiest test ever. And Tasha basically called me a whore. No offense. "
"None taken."
She laughed and poured me a bottle of the cheap wine we had access to.
"I might not know alot about school seeing as I've never been in one but I am willing to listen to your rant if you're ready to rant. "
She said and handed me the glass she poured me.
"Thanks a lot Gar but it's okay. I either fail or not."
"Good. Now that that's outta the way I heard you were up in the fancy room with literally the most highest ranking client in the club. I have been trying to get that man in my skirt since forever and you did it without even trying. Hook me up with your voodoo person but not if blood is involved I'm out if I see blood, I can sacrifice my cousin Samantha though. I want details. Everything." Garcia demanded as soon as I was done with my glass.