***WARNING! There is the hint of a rape scene in this post. If you are uncomfortable with anything like that, please do not read. I keep it as light as possible and nothing does happen, but be warned***
It is Friday night and I don’t feel that much better than I did three days ago when the Payne Munting occurred. The loud thumping techno music and flashing lights in the dark room add to the apprehension I feel coming here. Never having been to this club where Aria has worked for a year I look around nervously until I spot her waving at me from behind the bar.
I saddle up to a stool. Oh, I always wanted to write that. Like I live in nineteenth century Oklahoma and it’s a dusty hot day. When the barkeep yells, “What’s your poison?” I give my worn cowboy hat a flick, wiping my brow with my kerchief (old school) and in a raspy but firm voice call out, “Sarsaparilla.”.
Of course this place is the exact opposite of an old western bar but I choose to walk with a wide gate and hook my thumbs in my belt loops anyway. I ease onto the stool and give Aria a knowing nod. She creases her brow while wiping down a glass.
“Did you hurt yourself Morgana?”
“No just trying out a new walk.”
Aria shakes her head while putting the glass down to grab a something from under the bar. She places a beer bottle in front of me.
“Here this is the lightest beer we have, should last you the night.”
“Hey bar lady. I’ll have what she’s having.”
A male voice slurs from a few feet away. We both turn our attention to see a man about six feet tall with dark blond hair and an average build trying to glance my way. I say trying because his body seems to have other ideas. It’s like watching a toddler first learn to walk with a lot of wobbling and gripping of the bar. I think he is attempting to hit on me as he keeps giving me a very cartoonish eye wink.
Before either of us can respond I see a hand grip his shoulder and a tall man come out from behind him. It’s Aria’s boss, the one I saw the picture of and I have to admit he is even hotter in person. His hair is doing that messy just out of bed thing mixed with the faint beard all of which is doing things to me. Sexy things.
“I think you have had enough Trainer.”
Trainer? The drunk is named Trainer. That is the title of a job not a name. No wonder he’s drunk.
“Oh come on Jackson. Me and the lady were just hitting it off. It’s not cool to cock block man.”
Jackson turns to look at me, but he doesn’t just glance at me he skims my body with his eyes and I swear it felt like it was his hands moving around me. I suddenly feel hot, like I have to get naked immediately or I will disintegrate.
When his eyes leave me the warmth goes and there is coldness once again.
“Nah Trainer. A woman like that I’m sure she’s taken. You must be mistaken, here let John find you a cab.”
A very large man with a shaved head, tattoos from his scull curving down his neck steps in front of Trainer and helps him away.
I can hear Trainer calling out from the distance, “I will always remember our brief time together my lady.”
My head drops in slight embarrassment and I smile shaking my head. I see two black leather shoes come into view and I glance up to Jackson standing right in front of me. His intensely dark brown eyes are radiating heat despite the soft expression on his face.
“I hope he didn’t bother you miss. Trainer is a regular. Though he can get quite inebriated he is rather harmless.”
The heat crawls up my neck to flush my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me makes me falter.
“I’m..uh..I...am...fine. Thhhank you.”
“This is Morgana, Jackson, my roommate. Remember I said she would be stopping by tonight.” Aria adds to our conversation though I don’t think Jackson nor I really care that she is there. We seem to be too focused on each other.
“Oh, Morgana, right. Well, it is lovely to meet you Morgana. Please, anything you want is on the house. In fact we have private VIP booths on the second floor, why don’t I escort you to one.”
My eyes flip between Aria and Jackson unsure of what to do.
“I...um came alone. Really only to see Aria, so I would feel weird being in a booth all by myself.”
I give him a quick smile to let him know I appreciate the gesture. His eyes darken and I notice something flash across his face but it’s gone before I have time to read it. For some reason whatever it was doesn’t sit well with me. He steps closer and grabs my hand pulling me toward him.
“You won’t be alone. You will be with me. Now come I insist.” Is all he says before I am tugged away from Aria and the bar, forced to follow him toward the back stairs and past another large man who gives Jackson a nod.
“Jackson I really don’t feel comfortable with all this. I was hoping to just gossip with Aria at the bar tonight. I appreciate what you are doing but it’s really not necessary.”
He ignores me but his grip firms making it too painful to pull away. I am getting really nervous now and quickly scan the area to try to find someone to help, but we are walking down a dark hallway of doors. We enter the door at the back. One wall of glass lines the room overlooking the dance floor below while the rest of the walls are black covered by immense modern paintings. There is a large couch opposite the window and two club chairs on either side of a black metal coffee table in the middle. It’s clean, dark and modern. Normally I would love the rich exclusiveness of the place, but right now I just want to leave.
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 say 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 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 dick head. 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.
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