When I tip my head back, Alek peers down at me, those eyes sparkling with something that looks an awful lot like joy. It makes my breath stutter and when he flashes me a beautiful grin, my gaze zones in on his lips.
Caught in his arms, this heady feeling washing over me makes me wonder what I was so afraid of before. I bet kissing Alek would rock my world. Thinking about his lips moving against mine makes my heart speed up until I’m dizzy, my fingers digging ever so lightly into his flesh. I decide then that I don’t want to go one more night without knowing what they feel like.
So, I go for it.
I reach up, my lips brushing against his. But he doesn’t kiss me back. His entire body freezes, the sound of his ragged inhale passing between us. My stomach plummets as he jumps back, a shocked expression on his face as he runs a hand through his hair.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I shift uncomfortably. “Shit. Did I read the room wrong?”
“No, but…” He averts his eyes, a pained expression passing over his features. “We can’t be doing this.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not…” He sighs, then holds a hand up. “I’m going to the restroom.”
He turns on his heel, taking long strides until his silhouette disappears down a darkened hallway under a glowing, red neon sign for the bathroom.
“Fuck!” I hiss, rocking back on my heels and mentally willing my hard dick to deflate. Apparently, even a good dose of humiliating rejection isn’t enough to deter it.
But no… He wanted me. I know he did because I felt it against my ass. So why did he reject me,again? I groan as a well of frustration builds inside me, and I begin heading in the same direction he just disappeared in. Maybe I should let him be, drop the subject and pretend this little mishap never happened. But the rash, impulsive part of my brain is turned on. And it won’t rest until I have answers.
I walk to the end of the dimly lit hallway, past the closed door for the restroom, and lean against the wall. When the door swings open, Alek doesn’t notice me right away and begins walking in the direction of the dancefloor again. Wanting to catch his attention before he exits the semi privacy of the deserted hallway, I make my move. Grasping his elbow, I try to pull him toward the door labeledsupplies.
His entire body jolts as he makes a vicious, snarling noise. Before I have time to leap out of the way, he’s whirling around, grabbing a fistful of my shirt and shoving me backwards. My back hits the wall hard enough that I wheeze out a rather embarrassingly loudoof.
Alek pins his forearm across my throat just seconds before he seems to recognize me. He blinks, his mouth gaping with something resembling indignation and disbelief.
“Chill out, man. It’s just me,” I pant.
“Why the hell would you sneak up behind someone in a darkened hallway? I could have…hurtyou.” He spits out the wordhurtas if ittastes like bile.
“Yeah, I realize now maybe that wasn’t a good idea,” I say dryly, my heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird.
I’m a lover, not a fighter.
Alek huffs before shaking his head, his eyes darting toward the supply closet. I don’t protest when his forearm moves away from my neck and a hand latches onto my shoulder. I let him move me around like a puppet, dragging me toward the closet. He throws the door open before unceremoniously shoving me inside. The door clicks shut behind us, and we’re enveloped in darkness.
Alek curses under his breath, and I can vaguely make out the shape of fingers fumbling along the wall in search of a light switch. He finds it, and a small light bulb overhead illuminates the room. Shadows still dance in the corner of what is basically a cleaning supply closet. The interior is no bigger than a gardening shed with rows upon rows of cleaning supplies.
He turns to me with thin lips and a heaving chest, disapproval all over his face. The so-called “hot daddy vibes” that Finn referred to a few days ago are in full force. He looks like he’s two seconds away from yanking my jeans down and spanking my bare ass.
Fuck me, that’s a hot fantasy.
Ten out of ten on the spank bank material.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he snarls.
“That’s a loaded question, and there are so many possible answers,” I mutter.
He scowls, completely unamused.
I rub the back of my neck, my cheeks warming as I avert my eyes. “Why didn’t you kiss me back?”
Alek runs a hand over his face, his shoulders relaxing. “Is that why you felt the need to tackle me?”
I cross my arms. “You’ve made it clear you want me, yet you’ve turned me down twice.”
