What the Puck!?

Chapter 4: What Goes Up...

Zania

What in the entire fuck was that!?

My whole body is burning as I force myself through the crowded bar. Who the fuck does he think he is invading my space like that. Do I look like a fucking....what did they call them? Puck honey? Fuck bunny?

Ugh! Gross!

Not that I judged a woman for going after what she wanted, but the idea that some man thinks I am chasing after his dick and is entitled to my time or body because of an assumption. I should have kneed him in the balls.

But what makes me even more mad is how my body responded to the whole thing. If I take a brief moment to be honest with myself, the heat that consumed me had me ready to spread my legs right there at the bar.

Thankfully, the mumbled words of some groupie nearby calling me a fucking bitch doused me with reality. I need to go to my room and get as far away from here as possible.

I make it to the bar's entrance and realize I should tell Kara I am going to bed and try remembering my room number. My brain is a bit foggy from the alcohol and the throbbing sensation between my legs. I am digging in my purse to find my room key and cell phone when I see him walking past me.

Two women are walking behind him. Of course, he mouth fucks me at the bar and immediately decides that he can't possibly go home alone. I shoot Kara a quick text that I am going to my room and drop it back into my bag.

When I look up, I am startled to find him staring at me. The two women standing before him are pawing at him, but he doesn't seem to be paying them attention. Once again, his stare is intense, and I can feel chills running up my spine.

I gotta get the fuck out of here.

Giving Jason and his future bed buddies a wide birth, I head to the elevator. Just before the doors open, I feel him standing near me. Too close. I refuse to look at him. Does he think he is coming to my room? What an arrogant asshole.

We enter the elevator in silence. As the doors close, neither one of us make a move to push the button. Finally, he lets out a deep chuckle which almost makes me moan silently. He takes a card from his jacket pocket and taps it to the card reader. I let out a breath deciding that I will wait for him to get off at his floor and then use my card to get to my floor.

The elevator goes up, and my nerves are all over the place. Jason stepped back after tapping his card and is standing unbearably close.

I don't have to look at him from the side because the elevator walls are reflective. I take in his appearance from head to toe. His tailored suit molds to his body in a way that shows the thickness of his thighs and the definition of his massive arms.

With his hands in his pockets, he strains the material over a very distinct outline between his massive thighs. When it twitched, I immediately looked up and find him smirking.

"It's okay to look. I'll even let you touch it if you want," he says in a gravelly voice. I glare at him.

The elevator stops, and I see we have stopped on the 18th floor. My floor.

Fuck.

Neither one of us moves. Just before the doors close, Jason sticks his arm between stopping them. But he doesn't step through. He stands there as if waiting.

I look up at the sign in front of the doors to see which way my room will be. It suggests that I go right. I hope that his room is somewhere to the left. I inhale, exhale, and slowly walk past the smirking, handsome asshole.

He follows behind me. I can sense him starting to go left, and I immediately go right. I try not to run because I'm not trying to look like an idiot, but my legs move faster than they would if I had come up alone.

I reach my door and reluctantly look his way when I turn the handle. Expecting him to be walking away, I am irritated to find him standing in front of the elevator facing me. His hands are back in his pockets, and the bulge in his pants is even more apparent than before.

He doesn't say anything, he licks his bottom lip before setting his lip back in that annoyingly sexy smirk. He shakes his head and turns around before I step through my door. After I close the door behind me, I lean against it and slide to the floor.

It hasn't been that long since I had sex. Hell, the last time was really good. So why is my body responding like some sex-deprived desert, and Jason is an unexpected monsoon coming my way?

My phone buzzes and brings me out of my thoughts. It is a text message from Kara.

Kara: Sorry girlie...been in a bit of a drought, thought I would finally quench my thirst ;-)

Me: Since when have you ever been in a drought?

Kara: Bitch...I can call it a drought if I want to.

Me: Please don't leave that man hanging before I sign this contract.

Kara: Well, he is definitely hanging ;-)

Me: Nasty. You know what I mean. I don't need to deal with the fallout of one of your conquests.

Kara: There will be no fallout. He is a hoe and I'll be a gardener. No feelings attached. Just a little plowing. LOL!

Me: You are from New York. WTF do you know about gardening?

Kara: I know enough. Let me know if he can walk straight tomorrow.

Me: You won't be able to see in the morning?

Kara: You know I don't do sleepovers.

Me: How could I forget? Have fun. I'll call you after my meeting tomorrow, assuming you don't fuck it up.

Kara: I just plan to fuck him. Fucking my best friend over is not really my thing. Love you!

Me: Love you too!

I get up off the floor and decide I should take a shower before bed. I pull off my clothes and dump them on the sofa in the suite, and head to the bedroom. Just as I am about to walk into the bathroom, I hear a soft knock at the door. My whole body goes still.

Who could possibly be knocking on my door this late? I grab a robe from the closet and quietly tip-toe towards the door. I peek through the peephole and my heart starts racing. What the fuck is he doing?