Selena laughs. I snap my head over my shoulder, shooting daggers in her direction, but she doesn’t seem to get the message. “She got roofied at Lux’s.”
Dad’s brows furrow. “What’s roofied?”
“It’s a—”
“An alcoholic beverage.” I interrupt quickly, cutting Selena off. “A strong one.”
Dad looks completely lost. “All that new age stuff is confusing. I remember walking into a bar when I was young and only having three choices. What’s wrong with a good old fashioned Jack Daniels?” He chuckles. “As long as you’re having fun and you’re careful, I don’t care how many roofies you drink.”
Selena snorts as she catches a laugh in her throat. I shake my head and she mouths her apology to me before turning and leaving the room. My gaze finds Seth’s face again and his eyes are glued to me. Heat spreads under my skin as I realize his stare is anything but playful.
“Dad, could you give me a minute with Seth?” I ask, quietly.
I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m going to say, but I get the feeling if Seth doesn’t talk to me right now he’s going to flip out.
Dad nods curiously. “Okay...”
When my dad leaves, Seth orders his people out and soon it’s just me and him. As the door closes Seth storms over to me, each step he takes becomes more purposeful, more frustrated. I’m painfully aware people are watching through the clear glass and I feel like an animal in a zoo.
“Can we have more privacy?” I ask him before he reaches me and his large body moves over to the wall to flick the button. The sheet of glass darkens and we can see out at the people in the gym, but no one can see in.
No one can see us.
I swallow hard at the realization. He watches me from the wall and I can’t help but to stare back at him. Darryl said Seth is in a bad mood today and he isn’t wrong. My hands are sweating inside my gloves and I can’t wipe it away on my pants.
“You look sexy in a pair of gloves.” His voice is unbearably intimate, but his eyes are eerily dark. I don’t reply. I have absolutely no idea what to say to that. His chest is still moving quickly and I’m slightly worried. How hard are they working him?
“Are you alright?” He asks me.
I nod.
“Did anything... bad happen to you?”
Bad? Is he referring to something sexual because I was drugged? I shake my head. “No, Selena took me straight home and I passed out.”
His eyebrows rise and fall slightly in relief. Why does he care?
“If you had come to dinner with me it never would’ve happened.”
“That’s true, but I didn’t.”
His thick arms swing slightly as he makes his way over to me. My heart stops cold, and I feel clammy moisture beginning to spread across my palms as I keep my eyes glued to his approaching form. Each purposeful, frustrated step brings him closer to me until we’re pressed flush against each other. I have to force myself to breathe slowly as his rough hands slide into the nape on each side of my neck. He presses his forehead to mine and his head is damp with sweat, but I don’t care. He exhales through his nose, controlling his fast breathing and then lets me go. My head spins a little and I have to change my stance to bring it back into focus.
“One of my friends, from the steakhouse, saw Selena dragging you from the club. He said you were in pretty bad shape.” He tugs at the tape, un-wrapping it from his hand. “I was worried.”
I feel unnerved that his friend saw Selena and I at the club. It seems everyone has an eye on someone in this city. What confuses me the most is the fact that Seth is worried about me. It seems awfully uncharacteristic for a guy that appears to avoid his feelings and only wants sex from me which, by the way, I tried to give him. Am I the only one that can’t make sense of this entire situation? I wonder if the reason he’s been in such a bad mood today is because of me.
“Why?” I ask straight out. No bullshit.
“Because you’re
Dad’s brows furrow. “What’s roofied?”
“It’s a—”
“An alcoholic beverage.” I interrupt quickly, cutting Selena off. “A strong one.”
Dad looks completely lost. “All that new age stuff is confusing. I remember walking into a bar when I was young and only having three choices. What’s wrong with a good old fashioned Jack Daniels?” He chuckles. “As long as you’re having fun and you’re careful, I don’t care how many roofies you drink.”
Selena snorts as she catches a laugh in her throat. I shake my head and she mouths her apology to me before turning and leaving the room. My gaze finds Seth’s face again and his eyes are glued to me. Heat spreads under my skin as I realize his stare is anything but playful.
“Dad, could you give me a minute with Seth?” I ask, quietly.
I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m going to say, but I get the feeling if Seth doesn’t talk to me right now he’s going to flip out.
Dad nods curiously. “Okay...”
When my dad leaves, Seth orders his people out and soon it’s just me and him. As the door closes Seth storms over to me, each step he takes becomes more purposeful, more frustrated. I’m painfully aware people are watching through the clear glass and I feel like an animal in a zoo.
“Can we have more privacy?” I ask him before he reaches me and his large body moves over to the wall to flick the button. The sheet of glass darkens and we can see out at the people in the gym, but no one can see in.
No one can see us.
I swallow hard at the realization. He watches me from the wall and I can’t help but to stare back at him. Darryl said Seth is in a bad mood today and he isn’t wrong. My hands are sweating inside my gloves and I can’t wipe it away on my pants.
“You look sexy in a pair of gloves.” His voice is unbearably intimate, but his eyes are eerily dark. I don’t reply. I have absolutely no idea what to say to that. His chest is still moving quickly and I’m slightly worried. How hard are they working him?
“Are you alright?” He asks me.
I nod.
“Did anything... bad happen to you?”
Bad? Is he referring to something sexual because I was drugged? I shake my head. “No, Selena took me straight home and I passed out.”
His eyebrows rise and fall slightly in relief. Why does he care?
“If you had come to dinner with me it never would’ve happened.”
“That’s true, but I didn’t.”
His thick arms swing slightly as he makes his way over to me. My heart stops cold, and I feel clammy moisture beginning to spread across my palms as I keep my eyes glued to his approaching form. Each purposeful, frustrated step brings him closer to me until we’re pressed flush against each other. I have to force myself to breathe slowly as his rough hands slide into the nape on each side of my neck. He presses his forehead to mine and his head is damp with sweat, but I don’t care. He exhales through his nose, controlling his fast breathing and then lets me go. My head spins a little and I have to change my stance to bring it back into focus.
“One of my friends, from the steakhouse, saw Selena dragging you from the club. He said you were in pretty bad shape.” He tugs at the tape, un-wrapping it from his hand. “I was worried.”
I feel unnerved that his friend saw Selena and I at the club. It seems everyone has an eye on someone in this city. What confuses me the most is the fact that Seth is worried about me. It seems awfully uncharacteristic for a guy that appears to avoid his feelings and only wants sex from me which, by the way, I tried to give him. Am I the only one that can’t make sense of this entire situation? I wonder if the reason he’s been in such a bad mood today is because of me.
“Why?” I ask straight out. No bullshit.
“Because you’re
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