BARCODE
All my life, I've always been handed anything I wanted.
I never really had to beg for anything but to be fair, I've never wanted anything as badly as I want this.
Want him.
I've spent all day thinking of how to get through to P'Mile and get him to come to me and I figured the only way I could go about it is pretend to be a damsel in distress.
I knew he'd come to my rescue.
He's take one look at poor little drunk me, all weak and innocent and he'd want to take care of me. I didn't think getting him on the same page as me to be simple and it's not.
Pretending to be drunk is actually the easiest part. I've only had a sip of the beer and it was disgusting enough that I didn't want another.
Perhaps my need for tasting alcohol transferred to him. Now I want him and not the alcohol high and with his large veiny hands, I have no doubt he can deliver that.
"Kitten," he starts and I can tell that he doesn't even realize what he's calling me. "This is a bad idea."
"No one has to know," I whisper, lowering my eyes but only for a moment, playing the naïve little thing everyone sees me as. If everyone thinks I am incapable because I am younger than them, then I might as well play it to my favor. "I'm just asking for a week, seven days, less than a hundred and sixty hours because you'll probably be working most of them."
I drop my trembling fingers to his chest, gasping when I feel how firm it is. I shouldn't have expected any less for a man who works out but I can't help but want to see what it looks like beneath these layers of cloth.
"And what exactly do you expect to happen in that week?"
"You are older than me, you should know this," I whisper, looking at him from under my lashes, my breathing growing a little labored when his gaze drops to my lips.
My lips part with a sigh when he grabs my chin and tips it up so I am staring directly at him but I can read the hesitation in his eyes. He is thinking too much about this so I lean in and brush my lips against his.
His body tenses up from the move but I don't let up.
"Kitten..."
His protest is weak at best which only nudges me forward and I lean hard against him, giving him my first kiss. Begging him to take it...
Please!
The plea is at the tip of my lips. It's in the way my body leans into his.
"Please..."
I see the moment his control snaps as he slides his hand around my neck and slams his mouth with mine and my lips part willingly for him. A low moan climbs up my throat when his tongue strokes the inside of my mouth. Pleasure shoots up my spine and I find myself rocking against his lap as he sweeps me deeper into the kiss.
It's nothing like I ever imagined.
His lips are more addictive than alcohol and taste a hundred times better.
No, this is what I wanted. To have rough strong arms holding me against a hard body that is so unlike anyone my age.
A moan slips out and I start unbuttoning P'Mile shirt when he wrenches his lips away, breaking the kiss without so much of a warning and leaving me to stare down at him in confusion.
"Fuck, Kitten," he whispers, his eyes wide with amazement. "You are hard."
"Hmm?" I mutter, blinking at him in confusion as to why he stopped the kiss.
