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"It always starts to heat up about this time of night. I've worked here for six months and still can't believe some of the stuff I see. Why in the world are you in here? " The girl looked puzzled.
"Well, my friend Amy heard that the lobster in here is fantastic and- "
The girl behind the bar gave a gentle laugh. "Lobster? Are you serious? Don't let Richard hear me say this, but the best food served here is the shrimp basket. We aren't really famous for the food, if you know what I mean. "
Jenny didn't. She was just about to say so, when the bouncer guy came up and spoke in the bartender's ear and pointed to a closed door behind the bar.
The bartender looked in Jenny's direction and frowned a bit. "The boss wants to see you in the office, Miss. "
Shock hit Jenny. "What for? "
"I don't know. You've probably got a phone call. "
Richard had had enough of this bullshit. Anger and lust burned through his system. He didn't need any trouble tonight. After th
e altercation with the cops last week, and almost being busted for prostitution, he wasn't feeling in a very receptive mood. If the little piece at the bar was just in the wrong place, he needed to get her out of here before some old geezer tried to make it with her. He had been watching them, watching her, for the past half hour. Not that she had noticed. She was too busy watching the performance the sluts at the bar were putting on. It seemed unlikely that she could be a cop. A cop, even a smart one, could never look that innocent. He knew one thing. It was time to find out.
Jenny cautiously slid off the barstool. Even though she had only taken a few sips of her drink, the vodka was very definitely making its way to her head. A phone call! Thank God. Her friends were trying to get in touch with her. As she rounded the bar, she noticed the mobster was not looking in her direction for once. She walked around the bar and through a door that the girl opened for her. "The phone's over there. "
"Thanks. " The office was small and dark, with only a small lamp lit on a side table next to a couch. The only other furniture was a huge desk and the black leather chair that sat behind it. On the desk there was a laptop and a phone. She crossed the room and picked up the phone.
Richard followed her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. As always, it locked automatically. He watched her drop the phone and turn all in one movement. Holy shit, this close up she was a babe. She looked good from across a room, but this close up she was walking sex. Everything about her was feminine. About five foot four or five, she was slim and tempting. Her shirt was tight across the chest, and her tits were small and totally succulent. Succulent. Yeah, he wanted to suck them, for sure. His brain seemed to shut down as his body took over. He felt the blood flow to his cock, and his hands fisted in anticipation. One thing his brain had told him before it shut down, was that she wasn't a cop. A cop would never look scared shitless.
The phone slid from Jenny's hand and the dial-tone sounded loud and out of place. She reached for the desk with one hand to balance herself as she tried to take in what she was seeing. She stopped breathing altogether as she saw the mobster leaning against the closed door. Fear slithered down her spine. Oh my God, he was huge. Just huge. He was tall and broad. He was wide. Wide shoulders like a line-backer. Jenny's brain felt scrambled and confused as she took a huge breath and began dragging oxygen into her starved lungs.
"What the hell are you doing with my phone? " Jenny flinched from his bark and felt her limbs stiffen as he walked toward her. She stood there, numb, as he put the phone back on its cradle. He was six inches away from her. She could smell him. He smelled good. An intoxicating mixture of male aggression and hot sexuality enveloped her senses. He smelled male, powerful, and dangerous. He smelled like she wanted to have sex with him. What the hell? Where had that come from? She never imagined having sex with strangers. Kissing them? Kissing them, yes. She thought about that a lot. But her mind shied away from anything more. But now this. This man, big and mean and scaring the shit out of her. And she was thinking about sex?
Jenny heard a phone buzz in his pocket. He put it to his ear and listened. He stared straight at her. She couldn't break eye contact. He spoke into the cell phone. "Yes. Handle it. " He paused to listen before issuing more instructions. "No, Goddamnit. We've given him all the chances he's going to get. Do it. " His words were clipped and biting. They engendered panic within her.
Richard ended the call and turned his attention to her. He reached out a hand to touch her hair. She flinched away from him.
Crap, man. Calm down. Just because he wanted to stick his dick in her didn't mean he had to scare her to death. He didn't want her to leave before he got it into her. He attempted to gentle his voice. "Sweetheart, who are you trying to call? "
Jenny took a breath and tried to think. "I was--no. Nobody. Sh--she said that I had a phone call. "
Richard looked at the woman in front of him. She was nervous. She was sexy. She was his next fuck.
"She must have been mistaken. I wanted to talk to you alone. That's all. " His voice was smooth. Deep and dark. It flowed through her veins like whiskey.
"Wh--why? I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything wrong. " Agitation laced her words.
"No. You didn't do anything wrong, " he agreed.
She looked at the door. She felt powerless and distrustful of his motivation. But she was enticed by his scent and held in place by his masculine presence.
Jenny tried to absorb the conversation. "Talk. That's all? " The mobster smiled. She watched his hand reach out in slow motion and pick up a lock of her hair. Her breathing fractured. They stood in silence as he rubbed her hair between his thumb and fingers. He tugged slightly. She stumbled. He reached out and steadied her. At the feel of his arms on hers, sexual excitement screamed through her. This could not be happening.
"Well, now that you mention it. That's probably not all I'd like to do to you. " Jenny stood motionless as he leaned against the desk and pulled her by the hair towards him. His legs splayed out and she fell into place between them. She tried to talk, but couldn't. She tried to move, but couldn't. She was immobilized by shock and need. She felt herself begin to pant. Her legs and arms were like jelly. She could feel herself shaking. Terror warred with excitement. He pulled her closer and her arms collapsed against his chest between them. His lips went to her ear and she felt his hands on her butt.
"Who are you? " Jenny got the question out just before she felt his lips move across her face and latch onto hers. His mouth was hard, and demanded something of her she didn't know if she could give.
He lifted his head. "Tell me your name. Why are you here? " He bit back at her.
He didn't give her a chance to answer. He didn't wait for permission.
His lips forced hers open and Jenny felt his tongue go deep at the same time his hand grabbed the back of her neck. He pulled his tongue out and pushed it back in again. Jenny leaned into him and let him hold her up because she had no choice. She would have fallen to the floor if it wasn't for his strength. She felt his other hand reach up between them and take hold of her breast. She couldn't get enough oxygen. She pulled her mouth from his and looked into his face. She watched him open his eyes and begin to devour her from top to bottom.
"Stop. Wait. Please stop. " Jenny tried to think and breathe. He was a stranger. He was holding her by the neck with one hand and by her boob with the other. And she couldn't step away from him. What was wrong with her?
