Metamorphosis

Chapter 4

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I was waiting to hear the punch line, because this had to be a joke. There was no way Eren thought that I—the guy who stuttered and tripped on a regular basis—could be a cage dancer. Those types of jobs were reserved for people with confidence, which I clearly didn't have. I knew there was something fishy about this whole thing, but I refused to listen to my instincts. Now I was left to stand here looking like a fool. It served me right. I should've known better than to trust someone I didn't know.

Through the anger that was clouding my mind, I managed to stand up straight and look Eren in the eye. If anything, I was going to leave here with my dignity intact. "I'll show myself out," I bit out through clenched teeth right before I turned on my heel and stalked back the way we came. My cheeks were hot with embarrassment and my heart was pounding harder than I knew it could, but I kept walking. I didn't stop until a hand wrapped around my forearm. "Let go of me," I demanded, snatching my arm back.

The next thing I knew, I was pressed up against the wall, Eren's arms caging me in. "Why are you running from this?" he asked, eyes searching mine.

"Why?" I shouted, no longer able to keep my anger from bubbling to the surface. He was making a clown out of me. "Are you being serious right now? This is a joke. Look at me! Do I look like I could be a cage dancer to you?" I pushed against his arm, desperate to get away, but he didn't budge. "Get out of my way."

Suddenly, without any warning, he cupped my face and forced me to look at him. He held my gaze as he said, "I am looking at you. Do I seem like the type of person that would waste time playing a joke on someone? I told you about this job, because you're perfect for it."

I scoffed. "Oh, come off of it already."

"You're gorgeous," Eren persisted. "I don't know what kind of distorted self-image you have, but you're—God, you're amazing."

Unable to control the way my body responded to him, I went limp in his grasp, my face growing warm for an entirely different reason now. I kept waiting to spot the lie in those breathtaking eyes of his, but all I could see there was undisguised sincerity. Could he be telling me the truth? Did he actually believe that I was perfect for this job? That I was...gorgeous?

I was treading in dangerous waters and had no idea how long I'd be able to keep myself afloat. Sooner or later, I was bound to sink.

Suddenly Eren leaned in close, overwhelming my senses when his eyes locked onto mine. He gave me plenty of time to move away, but I couldn't stir a muscle when his lips made contact with my ear as he spoke the next set of words in a sultry voice that had my knees going weak. "For once in your life stop questioning yourself. Don't you want to give in?"

"I-it's not that easy," I said, breath rushing out of me as his lips traveled down to my jaw. Without knowing how, or when, I'd reached up and grasped onto his shoulders, nails biting into his T-shirt hard enough to draw a ragged breath from him that sent a shock through my spine. How could such a simple sound turn me on so much?

"But it is."

Through the thick haze of lust that he'd created, I heard someone clear their throat several times. "I hate to interrupt this heated session of yours, but you're late." That voice snapped me to attention when nothing else could. I'd heard it on the phone, but it was sharper in person. That could only mean...