Protecting Her - Alexis Noelle Page 0,20

come back out a few minutes later and Sam now has one of the fishbowls these girls call glasses. She moves to sit next to me but I pull her so she’s on my lap. I don’t care how it looks. I don’t care if what I’m doing is scaring the shit out of me. I am done holding back. Her ass is lined up almost perfectly with my still hard dick. I want her so bad right now that it fucking hurts. I should have just skipped this stupid ass dinner and taken her back to the hotel. That’s when I hear it. Sam laughing again. I think she has laughed more in the short time we have been here than in all the time I have worked for her.

We sit around talking with everyone, eating, and Sam has a few more margaritas. When the time comes to leave, I can tell she is definitely a little tipsy. She says goodbye to everyone and then takes my waiting hand.

“Come on slug,” she says with a giggle before running off to the car.

I turn back to the guys. “I could fucking kill you for that shit, Ryan.” I run after Sam, finding her in the car already. As we drive back to the hotel, I run my hand up and down her thigh, loving the little moans that escape out of her full parted lips as I get closer to her core.

Suddenly she sits up, throwing me off. “Why?”

I glance at her in confusion. “Why what?”

She releases an exasperated sigh. “Why have you been so nice all day? Why are you pretending like you want me? Why are you letting me believe that you could ever want something with me?” Her voice slurs a bit but they say that alcohol is like a truth serum sometimes.

“Maybe I do want you.” I don’t know what else to say. I’m not sure I’m at a place where I can really tell her everything.

“Why? You want to hop on the gravy train before it crashes? You know I don’t have many good years left. I’m already starting to “fill out”, my music is getting shittier and shittier because that’s what’s popular. I have nothing to offer you but money. If that’s what you want, just take it now and save me the heartache.” She is looking out the window so I can’t read her face. I hate that she feels like this. Honestly, I want to kick anyone’s ass that has ever done her wrong. She is an amazing person and doesn’t deserve half of the shit that she gets thrown at her. Then I realize that I was one of those people, maybe even one of the worst, and I feel like shit.

When we stop at a light, I grasp her chin and turn her head to face me. The sadness and loneliness that haunts her is apparent. “You have so much more than money, Sam. When we get back to the hotel, I will show you that.”

I can start to feel the change in myself when I’m around her.

It’s a scary fucking feeling.

Chapter Eleven

Samantha

“You have so much more than money, Sam. When we get back to the hotel, I will show you that.” His comment resonates deep within me. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I want to ask but the tequila is making my head spin and I can’t think clearly. So we sit in silence as we head toward the room. As we get closer, I start to feel like a jerk for lashing out at him. He did so much for me….he finally let me in.

Seeing him around his friends and dropping that “I’m the asshole King” attitude was nice. I was nervous that they wouldn’t like me, but the way they welcomed me into their group really made me wish I had a circle of people like that in my life.

He opens the door to the hotel room and I know I should say something to him. Just as I’m about to, he takes the lead and says, “Listen, I know I’ve acted like an asshole, and I’m not going to lie to you and say that it won’t happen again. That’s kind of who I am. There is something about you, Sam. Something that I can’t put my finger on. Something that I can’t stay away from. Something that I need.” He leans down to kiss me and every conscious thought I had in my