At one point, with about an hour left until closing, Rush brushed by me and said, “Come to my office after your shift.” He walked away before I could respond, leaving the musky scent of cigarettes and cologne in his wake.
Great. This was it. This was going to be the point where he gave me all of the reasons why he didn’t want to pursue anything with me.
He knew that I wasn’t the sex-only type. We’d talked about that very fact, for Christ’s sake. There was no tricking him.
Besides, why would he bother with someone who was emotionally needy when he had beautiful women falling at his feet all of the time, ones who truly only wanted the same thing he did? Just sex, not love.
You’re such a fool, Gia.
After my shift ended, I kept putting off going to his office. He’d disappeared from the main area, so I assumed he might have been waiting for me back there.
Maybe I’d ditch him and just go home. After all, I had a functioning car parked right outside now, thanks to him. There was no reason I had to put myself through the agony of hearing his rejection.
I kept stalling until he finally marched down to the hostess area, looking more pissed-off than ever.
“We closed a half-hour ago. I thought I told you to meet me in my office. I’ve been waiting there for you.”
Organizing some menus and no longer looking him in the eye, I said, “Yeah, well, I don’t have to jump just because you tell me to.”
“Gia…” he barked. When I looked up, his eyes seared into mine. “Get your ass in my office.”
Rush stormed away, and I gave in, following him with my heart pounding.
After shutting the door behind me, I folded my arms. “Okay, what?”
Rush sat down and kicked his feet up on the desk. He began tapping a pen repeatedly before saying, “I’ve been thinking about what you proposed earlier, and I don’t think it’s a good idea. I—”
“Stop!” I yelled. I was losing it. “Just stop! I don’t need to hear this, okay? I already know what you’re going to say, that you don’t believe I really meant what I said about being friends with benefits. You’ll never view me as a fuck buddy. Yada Yada. Please spare me. I don’t need to sit through the explanation.”
His rolling chair banged against the back wall as he suddenly got up. After marching toward where I was standing, he stopped about a foot away from me. “Will you let me finish?”
I backed away from him toward the door. “No. I don’t want to talk about it. I acted like a fool, throwing myself at you, and it never should’ve happened. You’re right. I’m not the type of girl for you. I have dignity and self-respect, and I want more—so much more than to be your fuck toy. I don’t care how attractive you are with all of that mysterious, bad-boy shit you have going on. In the end, you’re a man who wants none of the same things that I do out of life.”
“Can I just—”
“No,” I interrupted. “I’m gonna go.”
Just as I turned around, I felt his hand grip my wrist. He flipped me around before backing me up against the door.
I could feel his breath as he spoke close to my face. “You are so fucking stubborn. I should bend you over and smack your ass so hard for not letting me get a word in edgewise.”
My nipples went erect upon that thought. I swallowed. “See…this is what you do. You—”
“Shut. Up.”
Before I could ream him out for telling me to shut up, his lips were on mine, swallowing up all of my unsaid, smartass comments. My legs nearly collapsed from the sheer power of his kiss.
Rush’s hands were buried in my hair as he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I desperately met the rhythm of its thrusts. He tasted so damn good, like cigarettes and a taste all his own. I moaned into his mouth, unable to hide my desperation for more. My hands were now digging through his hair, pressing his lips deeper into mine. I couldn’t get enough of his intoxicating taste.
His scruff burned a little against my chin as he leaned his body farther into mine and continued to invade my mouth. He ran his hands from my hair all the way down my back until they landed on my ass. He squeezed it hard before unapologetically pushing his rigid cock against my abdomen.
His low grumbles of pleasure were all I’d imagined them to be. I felt myself falling weaker and weaker the more he continued to devour my lips. My panties were now soaked, and I knew I was a goner if he tried to take me right then and there.