The Meeting

Chapter 6 - Coffee and Clenched Fists

I awaken to soft kisses along my jaw and the smell of coffee in the air. As I open my eyes, I see him sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed, holding a steaming mug for me. I smile and sit up to see a look of concern on his face again.

"How are you?" He asks softly, putting the coffee on the side table for me and clutching my hands in his.

I look down at my body and do an inventory. My legs seem fine, arms are good, my right hand has a small cut on the palm, ribs are a little bruised, and I have a dull ache in my temple.

"I think I'll survive," I reply with a smile. "Where's Aria?"

"I dropped her off at your place. I kept you so I could keep an eye on you." He shifts uncomfortably for a second before continuing. "Zoe, do you know that man's name from last night?" He asks, his face growing serious and his jaw tensing.

"No, I have no idea. I don't remember much about him. Actually, I don't remember much about the night in general." I must have been more drunk than I thought.

"Zoe, that man drugged you. He slipped something into your drink, most likely. I dread to think what would have happened if I didn't find you there." His face pales and he sighs deeply. "You're never going there again. If you would have told me from the beginning where you planned to go, then I could have told you that it's got a bad reputation. All men groping what isn't theirs. Fights. Rapes even..."

I feel the blood drain from my face at that and a shudder runs up my spine. How could I have been so stupid? I shouldn't have encouraged him in any way.

"We didn't decide until last minute. I remember dancing with him a little and I lead him on a bit perhaps," I mumble. He looks confused and his eyes harden a fraction.

"Why would you lead him on? You could have been in a lot of trouble if I didn't show up you know." His eyes turn to cold, hard steel.

"I know that now, Hunt. I was half drunk already by the time I was dancing and the whole time I was imagining that it was someone else," I mumble timidly, carefully avoiding eye contact. "I was maybe imagining it was you." I'm almost inaudible and I turn my head away from him, scared of his reaction.

He stills and then turns my face back to him. His eyes soften and he runs his thumb across my lower lip, which trembles under his touch.

"If you wanted to dance with me, all you had to do was ask. I'm pretty sure I could wipe the floor with him and I would have taken you somewhere that you don't run the risk of being killed at. And, you can call me Damien you know," he murmurs whilst pushing my hair back off my face.

"Damien," I whisper, leaning into his hand that's resting on the side of my neck. He pulls me closer to him and presses his lips against mine, breathing me in. I lean into him and he pushes me to lie down as he looms over me and pins me to the bed with his hips. My stomach does a somersault as I know what's coming.

He lifts my hands above my head and holds them there whilst tracing kisses down my jaw to my neck and collarbone, his mouth claiming back what is his and erasing the other man's touch from my skin. My breathing quickens and I arch my back into him, wanting and needing more, but he stops abruptly, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Zoe, I've been half crazed with lust for you since dinner on Friday, but I don't want to pressure you into doing this. Especially after what happened last night," he murmurs into my neck. I groan with frustration, as he lets go of my hands.

"Please, Damien I need you. I need you to take the bad memories away. Please," I gasp into his shoulder, digging my nails into his back, almost desperate for more. 

He groans and pushes his lips into mine harder and caressing my tongue with his.

"Zoe, it's not a good idea," he gasps breathlessly. I ignore him and rake my nails down his back and slip them inside his sweats to feel his amazing ass; so perfect and firm. He flips me over with a growl and lies down against my back, every muscle in my body tensing. I can feel his hardness pressing against me and I press back like a whore.

"This is what you want?" He asks, pressing hard against me and biting at my shoulder. 

"Oh god yes!"

"Well then, you're wish is my command. However, I hope you aren't too overly attached to these panties."

He sits up, straddling my ankles and I feel my bra unclasp and feathery soft touches make their way down the length of my back, causing my heart beat to jump in response. I briefly wonder what he's talking about and then I feel his hands travel there. The delicate material tears as he strips them from my body in one fluid motion. Oh my god.

He lays down ontop of me again, his breath against my ear. "Zoe, you're so sexy. I love your body," he whispers as he rotates his hips against me, turning me on even more than I thought possible. 

Weight shifts off me again and I feel him slide a finger inside me, grunting with satisfaction. "You're so wet already," he murmurs, then pushes himself inside me an inch at a time, making me tremble and yearn for release already. "I'm going to do this nice and slow this time babe."

He straddled my hips, pressing my legs together with his thighs and pushes his length all the way inside me, making my core clench with pleasure. It's so deep and tight this way. He maintains a steady rhythm pushing deep into me, grabbing my hips for support. My body responds to his so well and I feel myself climbing higher with every push. I've needed this so badly.

Sensing my need, he speeds up slightly, angling down and hitting my sweet spot over and over again. "Come on Zoe. Give it up already," he growls. That's all the encouragement I need. I gasp his name, coming undone beneath him and fisting my hands in the covers. He groans as I contract around him and he finds his own release, our breathing mirroring each other.

He collapses to the side of me and I curl up next to him grinning ear to ear like a school girl. I lean over and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you Damien," I say sweetly to him, his name still seeming so foreign to me. He raises an eyebrow at me and pulls my head against his chest, stroking my hair.

"Zoe, what are you doing to me?" He sighs, staring at the ceiling and playing with my hair. "I came into this wanting just a sexual relationship and a new assistant, but I can't stay away from you. I saw that man touching you and I felt such rage and I swear I could have killed him with my bare hands in front of everyone. Then you fell, and I only cared about getting you out of there." He pulls me to him tighter and kisses my hair. "I can't help but need you."

I am frozen from his words. Kill someone? I hope he's joking, but his serious hard eyes tell a different story. My gut turns and I feel lightheaded. This is too much. He obviously has strong feelings for me, but I can't handle a relationship right now. I should have told him that at dinner when I had the chance. Now I have fucked it up like I always do.

I roll away from him and swing my legs around off the bed, shocked from his words. I wrap the bed sheet around my naked body and retrieve my bra and dress from the floor so I can get dressed and leave.

"Where are you going?" He asks frantically, standing up and blocking the door, his eyes scanning my face. "I upset you, I'm sorry."

"Damien, I need to go. Look, I didn't want things to become complicated between us. I should have told you that in the beginning." I sigh and look into his eyes, seeing nothing in them. "I just think we need to take a step back from this. I have worked hard to get where I am in my career and I won't let this ruin it. Please, just let me go," I say quickly, slipping my clothes on. He doesn't reply, just stands there looking at me intently. He makes a move to touch my face, but drops his hand to his side, looking lost, all his power gone.

"I thought you felt the same and that you needed me too, but apparently I'm wrong," he whispers clenching his fists at his sides. "You're all the same. Just get out."

I pause in front of him, seeing the despair and emotion on his face, making him look like a small child. He looks at me and his face hardens into a furious glare. He swings the door open with force and it hits the wall, denting the plaster at impact. "Get out!" He shouts, smacking the wall beside my head. I don't need to be told again so I run out of the apartment, carrying my belongings and not looking back.