Protecting Her - Alexis Noelle Page 0,3
I expect the groveling to start. Him to beg me not to have him fired. To forgive him. “So, you look hot in the light too? That’s a real accomplishment, sweetheart. Most of these club skanks are barely tolerable once you turn the lights on.”
He did not just fucking call me a club skank. “Listen to me, dickhead. You’re on my turf now and—“
“Turf? This isn’t West Side Story babe, and I’m still not playing the part you want me to.” He smirks at me and I want nothing more than to smack the smile off of his stupid fucking face.
“I can have you fired, you know.” I try to assert myself, crossing my arms over my chest but feeling more insecure and unsure than I have in a long time.
“I thought that you would have; however, my guess is that mommy dearest would kick your ass for being out without her. Not only that, but having a one-night stand with a guy like me? Not how a lady should act, Samantha.” He wiggles his finger at me in a mocking manner, and I clench my fists in anger.
A knock at the door saves me from looking like an idiot because I have no idea what the hell my response would have been. “Miss Baker, they’re ready for you.”
I nod at the assistant and then walk toward the door. As I pass Hunter, he grabs my hand, making me pause in front of him. “Don’t pretend you’re not thinking of how quickly I could shred all of those little strings you’re wearing and send you spiraling. I know I am.” His hand smacks my ass.
Before I know what I’m doing, I smack him across the face. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
He rubs his cheek, half smiling before his head dips down close to my ear. “Baby, soon you’ll be on your knees begging me to touch your hungry pussy.” He straightens up and holds the door open. “After you, Miss Baker.” His comment pisses me off and turns me on at the same time. My body and my mind are in disagreement when it comes to this piece of work.
We walk down the hallway to the stage, the only noise between us the clicking of my hooker heels and the resounding cheers from the waiting crowd. I stand at my spot under the stage and take a deep breath. As the platform starts to rise, my nerves begin to calm. Performing has always been my safe place. That is until my mother decided slutty party songs were the way to go. I miss writing. I miss really singing. A song doesn’t mean anything without emotion. This performance doesn’t do much for me except make me want to hide tomorrow when the tabloids are tearing me apart. I push through it, giving the sexy looks, shaking my ass, and swinging my hair on cue. I pray that a day comes that I can do what I want again. That my mom finally realizes I used to do this because it made me happy. Now I do it because it makes her happy.
Before I know it, the song is over and Hunter is waiting for me. He walks me back to the dressing room and I think that this arrangement might actually work if he could keep his mouth shut. We get into the room and I kick off the heels, groaning as my feet get relief. Hunter is suddenly behind me, his hands on my hips, pressing me against him. I want to pull away from him but there is something about his touch that makes me lose all common sense. That’s what happened last night; it’s like I can’t think when he is this close. His hand skims down my side before cupping me, making me gasp as he brushes over my clit.
“You know those sexy ass shoes would look much better in the air while I’m fucking you. Holding these long legs above your head while you scream my name. Too bad I don’t mix business with pleasure.” He releases me and opens the door. “I’ll be waiting out here for you to change, Miss Baker.”
When he shuts it, I want to scream at the top of my lungs, half from aggravation and half from sexual frustration.
I. Fucking. Hate. Him.
Chapter Three
Samantha
I get dressed slowly, not in any hurry to go back out there and face Hunter. It would be my luck that out of