Aspen

Chapter 12 - Aspen

I could smell his cologne as he picked me up, carrying me into what I had already known as the VIP section.

"Slater-" I say.

"Shut the fuck up, Aspen." he says as he makes his way down the hall.

He stops at the last door, pushing it open. I quickly recognized this room as an office. He walks me over to his desk and sets me on it. He places his hands on either side of me, and he stares down at me.

He looks hot as fuck right now.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Aspen?" he questions.

"What does it look like?" I snap.

He shakes his head as he lets out a light smirk.

"Here I was, thinking my wife would be where she told me she was. Where she's been for days. But no, she wants to act like a fucking brat and show up without even telling me." he says, his face leaning into mine.

"Would you have told me no?" I ask.

"Would you have let me tell you no?" he says.

"No." I say, smiling.

"Fucking brat." he says.

He pulls the ends of my hair, forcing my neck back so I have to look directly at him.

"You need to tell me where you are, Aspen. Always." he says.

"I know." I say, suddenly submissive.

"And what the fuck are you wearing? A paper towel would cover more than whatever this is." he says, motioning towards my outfit.

"What, you don't like it?" I say, keeping eye contact.

"I like it, Aspen. A little too much." he replies.

We both lean in, our bodies craving each other. I look at his lips as he comes closer. As our lips almost touch, someone bangs on his door.

"Don!" I hear Xander say.

Slater lets out a breath before resting his forehead on mine.

"What?" he responds.

"Stiamo ancora facendo il nostro incontro?." Xander says.

(Are we still having a meeting?)

Slater groans before sitting down on the chair in front of him, carefully sliding me off of his desk and into his lap.

"Entra." he says, and Xander opens the door.

"I was-" Xander starts to talk, but stops.

I can't see what he's looking at because I'm still facing Slater, but I'm guessing it's us. I let out a small laugh and tried to get out of Slater's lap, but he held me there.

"No, you're staying here. Listen to this boring ass meeting as a punishment." Slater says, turning me around.

Men start pouring in, some glancing at me, others choosing to ignore me.

I zone out as I feel Slater's fingers playing with the ends of my hair. However, my attention is gathered when Slater starts bouncing his knee. I straighten my back, and he notices.

His knees rhythm hits me hit on my core, and I bring my hand up to my face to shade my face from the men as Slater talks.

He bounces his knee impossibly faster, so fast I swear each time I stay in the air for a split second.

I take my other hand and find him, gripping his wrist with my hands. This makes him immediately stop talking.

"Tutti, fuori dal cazzo." he says.