ScarLett

Chapter 11

Scarlett

He threw his head back laughing. "So you mean to tell me that.... you've never experienced even a kiss?"

I blinked.

He gulped down the remains of his champagne and poured another glass, shaking his head. A giggle escaped my lips and he raised his eyebrows.

"I should of never come here in the first place." I began but took a moment to gather my thoughts before I rambled on. "Jonnathan wasn't too happy about my coming to the club the first night either, he knows how I get when I drink."

"And how is that?"

"Sometimes I feel like I'm living in the twilight zone." "Jenna's crazy about Jonnathan but he could give two fracks about it." "Jonnathan wants Monica which is crystal clear from what I witnessed tonight and Monica wants you." I continued to make a fool out of myself with my brain in the clouds. "And this leather is so soft."

I had turned into a clown, probably worse but I couldn't put my two sense anywhere else.

He smirked. "I guess you've figured everything out." He placed his glass on the leather table and shifted closer.

Closing my eyes I rest my head on the soft couch and reopened them to realize he was only inches from me. "I'm not sure right now, I'm reeeaaaally drunk."

"Good." I thought I saw his eyes glow. Or maybe that was only my imagination. Hell, I might of been imagining this whole conversation for all I knew.

I felt the couch move and the smell of cologne filled my nostrils. I let out a sigh, completely forgetting where I was.

"You're probably not going to remember any of this by tomorrow," he said barely above a whisper."

"Oh? And how are you so sure?" I whispered back my eyes still closed.

I felt his hand brush against one of my breasts, sending shivers down my spine. My eyelids were droopy and too weak to open.

His hand touched the side of my face and then went behind my neck, grabbing a handful of my hair he pulled my head up a few inches. "Because I call the shots around here Scarlett, and if anyone tries to mess with me or my plans......" He hesitated and my eye lids fluttered open. He had the most contagious smile on his face but with a trace of malevolence.

And then he lowered his face inches from mine and began tracing lines with his finger tips from my cheekbones and down to my lips where he stoped. My heart started to beat faster as I breathed in his scent.

"You want to know what I'd like right now?" He questioned in a calm voice. "I'd like to peel this dress off of you...." " I tugged on his shirt trying to sit up straight as he pressed his body against mine. "I can take you to places that you never even knew existed Scarlett, you have no idea. " I felt myself growing weaker, sinking lower into the soft leather. "I want to watch you squirm in uncontrollable desire."

I tried getting up to a sitting position again but now he had me pinned down and one of his legs was between mine, separating my thighs with his knee.

"I'd like to hear you whimper when I enter you and when you're satisfaction reaches the level of insanity where you just can't take it anymore, you scream my name."

I gasped as I felt his hand slowly go up my left thigh, pushing my dress up in the process. My eyes were open now and I was staring directly into his. His pupils were darker then usual and he had a certain look in his eyes. A look of famishment. Moving was a dispute attempt and my body was disconcerted.

"Now tell me Scarlett......." His hand continued to travel upwards and onto my waist making me shudder. "What would you like?"

Breathing heavily now I was only able to keep my conscience for a little while longer. I needed to get out of there or I was going to make a very stupid mistake.