His Temptation

The Club

Chapter 10

The Club

Kyle and I walked into the club after an hour in line to get in. While we were in line, I was thinking if I was crazy for doing this and going along with Kyle's idea. Waiting made me have many doubts about this and many other things. No matter how loud the music was inside the club, it couldn't shut my thoughts off. Now I stand like a mannequin, stiff with no expression on my face past the smile I pasted on my lips. My heart drummed to the song that was playing, Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo. It was fitting that it was the song they had on as I stood there. My mind is blank, and I watch the scene before me. Happy faces, smiling and laughing. Dancing, chatting, and drinking. As I would put it, women and men kiss or possessively hold on to their latest lust. I don't believe it's the love of your life.

I am confused; I want and need a man, not just any man. I want him. Yes, it's more than one that is always flooding my mind. But to be honest, it's the body of two of the men I see, but the third, it's his face. I have a profound hunger; I am starving. My mind is a complete slut. Given a chance, I would completely give in; I am not strong enough to say no. I want it too much; I want him. I yearn to feel all three of the men, their bodies closely entangled with mine.

In the crowd, I see a face I know very well. I see it every time I close my eyes. The ember eyes connect with mine; the color of his eyes is mesmerizing. They put me under a spell and made me want to do anything he would ask me. I feel lips and a breath against the shell of my ear as words stream into my ear. "Come on, let him work for it." I look at Kyles's face, and he has a devilish smile. We walk over to the bar to get some shots. We stand there getting shots. We ordered five each and laughed and joked as we took shot after shot. When I took my last shot, I felt someone beside me. There are many people around the bar, so it is crowded, but I specifically felt his presence. I turn slowly and flick my long eyelashes, pouting my red lips as my eyesight lands on his face. I am surprised. It's not who I was sure it would be; it's my stranger who held me tight after I ran into him this afternoon. Mr. Wheeler.

He watches me intensely and smiles. "Would you give me the honor to hold you again, Angelica?" I am sure I am looking confused. "Huh?"

"I mean, I'd love it if you'd dance with me."

I take in the sight of his firm built, and mouth-watering body; I smile and take his hand. We are walking to the dance floor, and I stroll around him to get a good look at this ass; it's a fine ass. I couldn't help myself, and I let my hand touch him softly as I walked around him and felt his enticing ass. He smiles at me; I know he knows he is hot and wanted by women. I feel burning eyes in my back. I started to dance and let him touch me like I touched Edward. My back feels like it's on fire. I lean in and have to be on my toes to get close to his ear, and I want to whisper, but the music is so loud that I have to scream for him to hear me. "Do you mind if I call you Eddie?" On his serious, cold, sober appearance, a smug smile breaks through, and he groans in my ear loud enough for it to be audible for those next to me to hear. "Hun, you can call me anything you want."

This is definitely flirting, and it's been so long since I have done that. Do I want to do that, and if I am successful, do I want what it can lead to with this man, or do I need a man to scratch my itch?

"Would you let me call my Angel cakes? You look like a yummy cookie I like to eat."

I get pulled into a hard chest. I feel the vigorous heartbeats. I try to get free, but he is so strong. I cannot get free. I connect with Kyles's eyes, which are smiling like a devil. He must have set me up. Who is holding me so tenderly but yet firmly? I try to turn and see but can't even do that. I icy-cold tone says.

"Edward, if you value your job and life, don't f*****g touch her again."

The voice made me tremble with need. What kind of need? I need to feel more of him. Keep talking with your raspy voice; it turns me on. Oh god, I'm such a hussy. I have never been like this, and it is getting worse; what will they think of me?

"Hey, let me go. You can't decide I am your property or something."

"Baby, you are mine. You know you are."

He let me go enough, so I could move out of his strong arms, not that I really wanted to do that, but my brain overrides my heart. And I look straight into Dominic's dissatisfied face.

"You know this isn't office hours; she can do what she wants."

Dominic grumbles, "She is free, alright." He takes my hand, pecks it, and then moves to my neck to smell me, kissing me. Like a total floozy, I moaned. I have no control over the sound leaving my mouth or my body at this point. He can do whatever he wants to do to me. I know he knows it with that complacent grin. I want to say I am not yours. I don't want you, but the truth is, I need him and am lusting after him. I want his hands on me again. I'd love to feel his lips again, his soft, hungry lips. God, please let me have him. As if reading my mind, he takes my hand, goes past the bar, and tells the bartender. "I need the key to room 13."

"Baby, you can say no, but I don't want you to say no. I want you, and I want you to want me as much as I want you."

I can't form words. I only nod and bite my lip. He looks at me, then over to Eddie, and smiles as he won the war, and now he is taking his prize. Eddie is looking grouchy. I see Kyle giving me a thumbs up and returning to chatting with a good-looking man.