Jackson finally lets go of my hand but blocks the door so I walk over to the window to notice if anyone can see me. The people are too focused on dancing to detect anything amiss. My gaze flicks to the back to try and find the bar, but it's too far away.
Jackson's body suddenly presses against me and, yes, he has an erection. God I just met him and he already wants to fuck me. I have a very bad feeling about all this.
"I would like to leave, Jackson."
"No." He whispers in my ear before his lips are on my neck and his hands have found my hips keeping me from moving away.
"Okaaay. What if I told you I have crabs, oh and gonorrhea. It's all very inflamed right now."
My neck begins to vibrate from his laughter.
"Aria told me you are feisty but she never mentioned how funny and fucking sexy you are. This is going to be fun."
"Uh no, not fun. Nothing is going to happen, Jackson. Remember, no means no and I am saying no, no, noey-no, no, no right now. Can't get anymore no than that."
He flips me around effortlessly so I am facing him. I push my hands to his chest but damn him and his strong arms. His eyes are flashing wildly at me. He is loving this. God, he's getting off by my struggle.
"Keep it up, Morgana, I really like feisty. Really like it a lot."
He pushes me against the glass and nuzzles into my neck again. Perhaps if I go limp he might not want me anymore. I relax all my muscles so he is pretty much holding me up with his body but he uses this opportunity to wrap his arms around my waist and grind into me. I can hear him groan as he paws at my breast. Crap, well that didn't work. I start to pull away again and manage to break from his grasp but he is between me and the door.
"Jackson, you are acting really rapey right now."
"Rapey is not a word, Morgana."
We banter back and forth while he tracks my movements as I try to figure out a way around him.
"It is a word. You plus rape equals rapey. You are rapey."
Jackson shakes his head and laughs a deep sinister laugh. Ugh, he's like a freaking stereotype.
"It's not rape if you want it and I know you want it, Morgana."
"What did I just say earlier, no means no. It doesn't mean yes or maybe or I kinda do but I am saying no because I am a stupid tease. It means no." I stop for a moment and put my hands on my hips in irritation. He makes a break for it and grabs me. Why did I let my guard down?
We fall to the couch and his hand pins my arms over my head while his other hand tries to unclasp my jeans. Thank God I wore pants tonight and not a skirt.
At that moment I hear the door knob jiggling. Shit he locked it, clever dickhead. But then there is a loud thump at the door as if something large was thrown at it. Then another and still another. Finally I hear something splinter. Jackson's head looks up and I can finally move mine to see the door fly open. A very angry Mr. Payne walks in. What is he doing here?
"Get the fuck off her now!" Mr. Payne yells.
Chapter 22 - THE Payne Perspective ...
The Henrik Payne Guest Post
"So, my heart right now is bleeding. Not in the literal sense but symbolically! Do you know what I mean?"
I stare at the blue pillow that lays lifeless on my charcoal couch. Pillow and I have been through a lot together, we have hugged and molested many times in the past. Some things we have done together are best left unsaid.
"I know what you are thinking, that I, Henrik Payne, wall of steel, let a sexy as sin woman destroy me. That I don't know anything anymore and I'm a fool. And you would be right!"
I lift my glass filled with amber gold and take a sip and then another and finally gulp it all down. Let's get one thing straight, I don't drink ... normally. It's just being fired from the one job I have loved for over a decade and poured my heart and soul into sort of leads me down a whiskey soaked highway.
I'm laughing now as I grab the pillow for a little more love and affection.
"She used me, Pillow. Jesus! How could I let a hot piece of ass like that seduce me like a ... someone who ... I don't know like someone who gets seduced. It's like she must have known all those months ago when she walked in for the interview that she gave me an instant boner."
I shake my head and rest it back on the couch, rubbing the pillow to my cheek. It's soft, but lifeless. I need something soft but full of life like Morgana's ass cheek rubbing up against my face. Gah! How am I still lusting after her?
Glancing down at my crotch I see my dick starting to get up. I point to it, "You! Captain Cock, you did this to me. Can't you just let her go? I'll try to picture Betty Rubble. That always worked when we were young."
Images of a naked and very voluptuous Stone Age raven haired cartoon character dance around in my head. I begin to smile as I make her bend over the granite table but am interrupted by the sound of my cell phone going off.
I grab it from the coffee table and see it's Morgana. My heart pounds and then I am mad at my heart for caring at all about the caller.
"Hello, Ms. Drake."
"Mr. Payne?"
The voice is lighter than Morgana's and I wonder who this woman is.
"Who is this?"