The Driven

Chapter 15

Hank

The place was odd. When Jamal had told him to meet up with Thea, he'd told him he was quitting by the end of the month. He was tired of his step brother and his wife, and whatever was going on between the both of them should be figured out without him.

Even though Thea apologized for transferring her aggression on him last night, he couldn't help but feel that he deserved it. He had enough self respect for himself to know when to quit. He had been working with them for over a year, and it was simply time to move on to greater things.

Jamal had pleaded with him earlier to help him one last time and here he was helping out, although the money he sent him for his troubles was convincing enough. When Jamal forwarded him the address of the place he was supposed to meet Thea, he'd assumed it was another restaurant. This place felt like he was working into an ambush, the hair at the back of his neck stood as he walked through the door.

Hank walked up to the lady at the desk and asked for Thea. She gave him a room number and smiled at him. Hank looked at her suspiciously then knocked on the door when he found the room.

Thea was dressed in one of her extravagant dresses and she shut the door as soon as she saw him. He deserved that. What the fuck was he doing here? He knocked again and she let him in.

"He didn't come."

"No, he didn't," he answered as if her statement was a question.

Hank sat beside her on the sofa and watched her drink. He looked around the room and his eyes stayed on the small fish tank in the corner. His senses were on high alert and his gut told him something was off about their environment.

The air was too still and the room was too serene. If it was meant to give a calming effect, it didn't work on him as he grew paranoid.

"What is this place?"

"I guess I'll never find out. A friend gave me the invite and kept talking about how it'll help my marriage."

"You didn't google it to find out exactly how they help?"

"I liked the mysteriousness and I just went with it. Why are you here?"

"I'm quitting by the end of the month."

Thea dropped her glass on the table and looked at him. "You didn't have to come here to tell me that."

"I know, but Jamal asked."

She didn't speak for several minutes and he didn't bother to fill in the silence.
"Was I a terrible boss?" she asked.

"You were alright." Hank laughed.

Thea poured him a drink and he accepted the glass she passed to him. She seemed to be in her own world and he hurried with his drink so he could leave on time. By the time he dropped the empty glass on the table, his senses were hyper aware of her.

Hank felt wasted but in a good way. He stood and asked for the bathroom, Thea pointed to the room and he almost ran there. He shut the door and splashed water on his face. He looked into the mirror while he was drying his face with the paper towels and his eyes were glassy.

"What the fuck?" he said when he felt his dick growing in his pants. He rushed out of the bathroom and saw Thea filling her glass again. "No." He took the wine glass from her and almost dropped to his knees when their fingers brushed.

"What the fuck is this place?" he asked moving to the door. He found it locked and looked over at Thea. "Where is the key card? I need to get out of here, ASAP."

"Hank, are you okay? You look...weird."

"I feel weird. Can I have a bottle of water?" Thea walked towards him and laid a hand on his shoulder, he brushed it off and looked into her eyes. "You can't touch me, okay?"

"Will you at least sit down?"

"The key card, Thea."

She went to the table by the door and dropped her hands in defeat. "It's not here, room service possibly took it. I'll call them at the reception."

Thea took the phone by the sofa and she smiled as she spoke to the receptionist. He rushed to her side and took the receiver from her. "Why is the door fucking locked?" he asked angrily.

"The service was booked for a day, sir. You can't leave until you fulfill your contract."

Oh, god! They probably thought they were couples who couldn't stand each other. Hank slammed the receiver hard and walked to the fish tank. He went to the window and saw it was secured with a burglary proof. The angrier he got, the hornier he became so he stopped pacing and sat beside Thea.

She was eating grapes now and every time she took one into her mouth, he imagined his dick replacing the fruit. He could see her erect nipples through her dress and his pants grew more uncomfortable.

"I wonder when the therapist was supposed to come through, are you going to be my pretend husband?" She laughed hysterically.

He would very much like to be her pretend husband but not in the ways she thought. Hell, he muttered every time his mind went to the gutters.

"There's no therapist."

"What do you mean?"

"This place is for sex. The drink," he grimaced as he looked down at his dick. It was going to explode if he didn't get off soon. He had always been proud of his self control, but he stood no chance against whatever was put in his drink.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Hank didn't have the energy to explain so he closed his eyes and willed his dick to cooperate. He opened his eyes and saw Thea gulping more of the drugged drink. "Can you not?"

If the drink wasn't having effect on her yet, it was going to be like a truck hit her when it finally did, and she wouldn't be relieving herself on his dick. He wouldn't allow that. All he had to do was hold on and sit tight, twenty-four hours wasn't nearly as long as it seemed.

"Can you help me get out of my dress? I feel hot."

Hank tried not to look at her as he went to her side. He wasn't going to touch her, all he had to do was help with her zipper so she could go to the bedroom to change. The word 'bed' got him harder and he tried to think of something to take his mind off sex.

Her perfume teased him as he got closer to her and he quickly pulled the zipper down. He stayed rooted to the spot and watched her slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Every movement seemed to be for his pleasure and his palm caressed her neck to her shoulder.

He heard her breath catch at his ministration and knew the drink was having its effect on her. He prayed for will power, God help him.

Thea's hand stopped him and he sighed in relief. At least one of them still had control.

"I like your hands, Hank."

"You can't say that, Thea."

She turned to look at him and he got sucked into the endless pool of her brown eyes. Her dress fell to her stomach and his eyes feasted on her bare breasts and his mouth began watering.

"I think you're right, this place is for sex," she said.

Her hands came around his neck and when he lifted her, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her heat found his dick and she rubbed against him. It was exactly like the first day he met her but this time there's was no stopping.