pluck at the edge of the paper napkin again. I'm going to start tearing that thing in the shreds of something doesn't happen soon.
Or maybe I should just go. I mean, if Daddy sent them all the way here to find me, maybe I should just go with them. This is sort of a crazy scheme, right? I should probably just go.
“I, uhm, I don't know if the rooms are nice. I'm not staying here… Exactly. I've never seen the rooms.”
His eyes twitch back toward the lobby just for a millisecond, so fast I don't even see it. But I'm almost certain that he looked.
“What did you say?” he leans forward.
I shake my head, indicating that the music is too loud for me to explain myself again. I don't want to be raising my voice and drawing the attention of those guys in the lobby.
Alek purses his lips again and does that head cocking thing. “It's too loud in here,” he shrugs. “Will you come with us?”
My stomach jumps, instantly knotting itself into a tangle. Like go with them? Both of them? Just like that?
I can feel Daddy’s guys behind me. I know they’re there. I absolutely know it. I stick my hand into the bottom of my purse, but Alek already has a couple hundred dollar bills tucked under the base of his champagne glass.
Roman slides out of the booth after Alek and they both stand behind me, conveniently enough. When I rise up out of my seat, I don’t think anybody can see me. They’re so big, they totally shield me from anything in the direction of the lobby.
Hoping that there is a back exit out of the bar, I head toward the rear part of the piano area. A small hallway curves off to one side and I hear the familiar ding of an elevator. That quickens my steps, encouraged.
Roman is so close behind me as we head toward the elevators that I can hear his breath. It's sort of a low, continuous growl. It's like having a predator right behind me, something that's hunting me through the hotel hallway. My hips sort of tremble and I hold out one hand to trail my fingers along the wall, just in case I’m going to swoon in that direction.
“You're all right?” Alek asks as he reaches forward to press the small round button.
“I am. I only had a couple of drinks, it was just so loud…”
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I walk in first and Alek punches the number ten with his thumb. There’s a rushing sound in my ears like I'm on the water or something. I can barely hear and I feel like my vision is going to go all snowy at any second. Have to breathe slower.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Roman is looking at me like I’m some kind of strange animal he’s afraid to touch. Like I’m not even real. Like I’m a doll or something. It makes me want to say something, to prove I’m real. As the elevator pushes upward I move toward him, watching my hands go out like they don’t even belong to me.
When I first touch him, he presses his lips together for a second like I hurt him, burned him. Then my hands slide around the back of his neck and I pull. I want to feel him. All the words leave my mind and I’m just a jumble of desires, with everything dragging me in one direction.
He resists me for a moment, then lowers his face to mine, pausing just millimeters from me as though he’s unsure. I can smell the champagne on his lips as his face blots out the overhead light. Tugging harder, I pull myself toward him.
And then he is kissing me, and everything explodes. His lips are on my lips. Hands circle my ribs, lifting me up. More hands slide down my hips — Alek? Yes. I’m pinned between them with hands everywhere, kisses on my lips and neck, a heavy weight pressing me flat.
Roman’s lips plunder mine, crushing me almost painfully. I’m hungry for him in a way I’ve never felt before. I feel hands — Alek? Roman? I can’t know for sure and it doesn’t matter — stroking me, massaging me, lifting me into the air and suspending me between them.
The elevator doors slide open again and the men release
Or maybe I should just go. I mean, if Daddy sent them all the way here to find me, maybe I should just go with them. This is sort of a crazy scheme, right? I should probably just go.
“I, uhm, I don't know if the rooms are nice. I'm not staying here… Exactly. I've never seen the rooms.”
His eyes twitch back toward the lobby just for a millisecond, so fast I don't even see it. But I'm almost certain that he looked.
“What did you say?” he leans forward.
I shake my head, indicating that the music is too loud for me to explain myself again. I don't want to be raising my voice and drawing the attention of those guys in the lobby.
Alek purses his lips again and does that head cocking thing. “It's too loud in here,” he shrugs. “Will you come with us?”
My stomach jumps, instantly knotting itself into a tangle. Like go with them? Both of them? Just like that?
I can feel Daddy’s guys behind me. I know they’re there. I absolutely know it. I stick my hand into the bottom of my purse, but Alek already has a couple hundred dollar bills tucked under the base of his champagne glass.
Roman slides out of the booth after Alek and they both stand behind me, conveniently enough. When I rise up out of my seat, I don’t think anybody can see me. They’re so big, they totally shield me from anything in the direction of the lobby.
Hoping that there is a back exit out of the bar, I head toward the rear part of the piano area. A small hallway curves off to one side and I hear the familiar ding of an elevator. That quickens my steps, encouraged.
Roman is so close behind me as we head toward the elevators that I can hear his breath. It's sort of a low, continuous growl. It's like having a predator right behind me, something that's hunting me through the hotel hallway. My hips sort of tremble and I hold out one hand to trail my fingers along the wall, just in case I’m going to swoon in that direction.
“You're all right?” Alek asks as he reaches forward to press the small round button.
“I am. I only had a couple of drinks, it was just so loud…”
The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I walk in first and Alek punches the number ten with his thumb. There’s a rushing sound in my ears like I'm on the water or something. I can barely hear and I feel like my vision is going to go all snowy at any second. Have to breathe slower.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Roman is looking at me like I’m some kind of strange animal he’s afraid to touch. Like I’m not even real. Like I’m a doll or something. It makes me want to say something, to prove I’m real. As the elevator pushes upward I move toward him, watching my hands go out like they don’t even belong to me.
When I first touch him, he presses his lips together for a second like I hurt him, burned him. Then my hands slide around the back of his neck and I pull. I want to feel him. All the words leave my mind and I’m just a jumble of desires, with everything dragging me in one direction.
He resists me for a moment, then lowers his face to mine, pausing just millimeters from me as though he’s unsure. I can smell the champagne on his lips as his face blots out the overhead light. Tugging harder, I pull myself toward him.
And then he is kissing me, and everything explodes. His lips are on my lips. Hands circle my ribs, lifting me up. More hands slide down my hips — Alek? Yes. I’m pinned between them with hands everywhere, kisses on my lips and neck, a heavy weight pressing me flat.
Roman’s lips plunder mine, crushing me almost painfully. I’m hungry for him in a way I’ve never felt before. I feel hands — Alek? Roman? I can’t know for sure and it doesn’t matter — stroking me, massaging me, lifting me into the air and suspending me between them.
The elevator doors slide open again and the men release
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