I finally sit next to the man who has my pulse racing, wondering if I’m in over my head. No, there’s no wondering. I’m so over my head.
Why does his name have to be sexy too? Sebastian.
“You barely look old enough to be in here,” Sebastian says, looking at me up and down.
“Well, I am,” I spit out too quickly to be believed.
“What can we get you ladies to drink?” the slimy pig asks.
“We’ll have two margaritas. Now, fellas, what brings you to Vegas? Business or pleasure?” my mother purrs, laying it on thick as she brushes her hand on her date’s chest. I’m so unsure of myself that I don’t say a word.
“Both,” the slimy bastard says.
David’s staring at my breasts, spreading an uncomfortable chill through me, and that’s when I slyly move my hair to block my cleavage. “David, eyes on yours only, understood?”
“Yes, Sebastian.” Internally, I’m pleased that he can control David, but I don’t show any emotion. The waitress comes to our table before we have to call for her, and she has to be absolutely gorgeous, of course. The slimeball winks at her as if we’re not there and she politely smiles back, but all of her attention is on my target.
“The ladies will have margaritas, and we’ll have another round for us. Make it quick.” After Sebastian answers her question, his attention is completely back on me in a quick dismissal of the server.
She nods and walks away without another word. It seems that Sebastian commands everything, and I’m guessing that he’s the one in charge. Does he normally order his escorts?
Although he does appear to admire my looks, he doesn’t move on me. His eyes have roamed over me several times in the past few minutes.
My mom and her hookup haven’t stopped talking, so I can’t get a word in edgewise—not that I’m comfortable enough to speak at all. Maybe he can sense that I don’t know what I’m doing, and it irks him because he hasn’t stopped scowling or said another word to me.
“Here we go, ladies,” David says as the server returns, setting the drinks down. She nearly gets away from the table when he grabs her ass. I’m embarrassed and bothered for the young woman who hurriedly leaves us, doing her best not to cry.
Sebastian looks angrier than he did a minute ago. “Will you ladies excuse us for a moment? I need to have a word with my brother.”
We stand, and the men exit the booth. I think they’re going to ditch us which actually bothers me, but then Sebastian bends down and whispers in my ear, “Don’t even think of moving from this spot. If you leave, my men will know, and I will find you, sweetness.”
He steps away and walks toward the restrooms with this brother. Funny; for brothers, only one of them got the good genes. Tall, handsome, and muscular. It’s like looking at Scar and Mufasa.
My mother laughs, smiling and rubbing her hands together. “Damn, he wants you. Everything is going according to plan, but I have a feeling he’s a little too prepared and will be using a condom, or may just be after a blow job. The man is so controlled. He’s going to need this in his drink.” She pulls out a small bag from her clutch. It has a powdered vial in it, and she tries to hand it to me.
Shaking my head, I gently push her hand away from me because I want no part in that. “What? No. I’m not going to drug him.”
“Why not?” She shakes her head and huffs. “It will loosen him up and then you can fuck him nice and good, get his seed and leave with his kid in you. Track him down ten months later with a baby in tow, demanding child support. He’s probably loaded. Did you see his watch and suit? Completely real. They cost more than a home.”
“I’m not going to do it,” I tell her. There’s no way I’m going to drug a man. Does she even hear herself?
“I’ll do it for you. All you have to do is what you’re supposed to do. What you’re paid to do: fuck the man. It’s not like you’re not interested in him. You’re blushing like a schoolgirl because he’s hot as hell.” She slips the fucking powder into his drink and stirs, then dips her finger into her mouth. “Perfect.”
“Lucky it’s not poison,” I mutter.
“It’s just a little ecstasy. Probably nothing he doesn’t already take to get high before taking his women down. He looks like a really hot, dirty fuck. You’re going to have a good time.”
Something about the masculine and powerful way he carries himself tells me he probably would fuck me really good. Losing my virginity to him doesn’t seem like much of a hardship. Still, a guilty ache fills my chest that he’s unaware of what she has planned for him.
“Ladies, we have returned,” Sebastian says. He takes my hand and lifts me up out of my seat. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap, ignoring any personal space. “So we have tonight to enjoy ourselves, and since you’re old enough to play with the big boys, let’s play.” One hand is firmly pressed around my waist so I can’t move off him. Honestly, I don’t want to get off his lap. “Drink up, sweet Candy. I want you as pliable as possible because I’m planning to fuck you every minute of this evening.” He hands me my drink while drinking his own.
I reach to take it from him, but then my mother stops me and he decides to finish it all in one long pull. I watch, hating that he’s drinking it.
“Candy,” she hisses, scolding me with that one word. Shit. It’s going to hit him like a ton of bricks.
“Don’t talk to her that way. She’s mine. Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he snarls, leaning in and biting on my ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to remember me for the rest of your days, sugar.” My mother wants me to remember him for the rest of my days anyway. He has no idea how true those words are for him too. I should tell him the truth about the drugs, but then we might be arrested.
He leads me out of the bar, through the crowded casino, and to the bank of elevators with my mother and the slimeball following behind. I really don’t care about them as long as the creep doesn’t touch me.