ScarLett

Chapter 10

Scarlett

"I-I really need to use the bathroom." I pushed away his hand but he only tightened his grip, giving my thigh a squeeze sending chills down my spine. I tried getting up but he placed his other hand around my shoulders, pulling me even closer to him. I looked around for Jonnathan but there was no sign of him.

"How much?" He said and I turned to look at him.

"How much what?"

"What's your price. Whatever you go by, I'll double it," he said brushing his nose against my hair.

What? Oh my God, he thinks I'm a hooker! I knew I should of worn something less revealing.

"I'm sorry but I think you've got the wrong impression," I began but was cut short.

'Look," he said, grabbing my chin and turning my head to face him, "I'm a very wealthy business man and I can afford a fresh face like you, you're knew aren't you?'

I was perplexed by this guy's pretentious behavior.

"I'll speak to your handler if you're not familiar with the costs, where is Casper anyways?"

Handler? Price? Casper?

I was just about ready to faint when I felt his hand moving up my thigh again.

"I'm not going to have sex with you, if that's what you're implying," I blurted out removing his hand.

He looked at me confused.

He was the one confused!

"Then what are you doing here?"

"If you're not one of Casper's then who's are you?"

"I'm no one's!" I spattered furiously getting up from the table.

Just as I was about to go ballistic on the creepy pervert a hand snaked around my waist and pulled me against a hard body. I was still in shock from the previous occurrence that I wasn't the least prepared for the next.

I was being lured towards the bar by someone and all I could smell was the hypnotizing cologne that I was familiar with and had daydreamed of a thousand times.

Holding firmly onto my waist he lifted me up on one of the stools. I just sat there flabbergasted. I was too scared to move or I would fall off of it and hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.

That would of been quite the sight, Scarlett. You've already made a fool out of yourself with coming here in the first place.

I looked back at our table where the blonde was still sitting, eyeing me precariously.

Casper was in front of me now,  studying my face as if trying to read my mind. I looked at him with an uneasy expression on my face. I felt like breaking down. I couldn't shake off the feeling of that guy's hand up my thigh.

"Are you ok?" He questioned, extremely near. He had both hands on the bar locking me in between. His body was inches from mine and I could feel the heat building up inside of me.

How I craved his scent and the way his presence made me feel. It was intoxicating.

I motioned a quick nod without even looking up at his face. My eyes were fixated on one particular spot on his light blue shirt and his visible chest muscles. The way his body was sculptured made my mouth dry.

"Don't move from this spot until I tell you to," he said as his body leaned in closer to wipe the side of my cheek. I nodded.

Had I been crying? Wait, what? Did he just order me not to move until he told me otherwise?