because they decided it was cool to party in the hallway and keep calling me up to let them back inside as if my job is a joke, I will most likely end up getting fired tonight for hurting someone’s pride.
The elevator opens to one of the drunken idiots standing at the door, apparently waiting on me, because he immediately begins walking beside me, clearly checking me out on our way down the long hallway. It’s way too long right now if you ask me, and I’m two seconds away from losing my cool and calm attitude.
“Are you single?” he asks immediately.
I clench my jaw. “Not a chance.”
He flashes me a flirtatious smile that does nothing but piss me off more. “Maybe we should change that.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I hiss. “Now stop talking.”
“Someone’s a little bitchy. I bet that means you’re aggressive and angry in bed too. Are you?”
“Maybe. But you’ll never find out.”
“Maybe not, but I’m always up for a challenge, beautiful. And since you’re already here and all, maybe we can…”
When I feel him walking too closely to me, I stop and place my hand on his chest, pushing him a good distance outside of my personal space. “Back up, creepy little stalker, unless you and your friends want to experience the most miserable night of your sorry existence.”
He throws his hands up and laughs, as if he’s having fun getting rejected. Apparently, he’s one of those assholes who get off on the chase.
The closer I get to the room I take notice of just how quiet the hall is. It was extremely loud the last two times I came up here, which tells me Douchey here most likely called me back up here just to try getting in my pants.
Getting more frustrated with each step I take, I quicken my pace and turn the corner to look down the hall, seeing that it’s empty.
It’s completely vacant, which means this little player wannabe isn’t locked out of the room at all. His idiotic friends are inside, most likely cheering him on to see how far he’ll get with me.
I stop in place and reach into my pocket, before turning around to face this little pretty-boy who I want nothing more than to punch in the balls right now.
Stepping up to him, I place my mini pink stun gun to his dick and lean in to press my lips to his ear. “Since you didn’t know I was carrying this cute little thing, I’m going to give you a chance to apologize before I roast your tiny manhood.”
Stiffening up, he slowly lowers his chin to look down and see what’s currently threatening his precious little package. “Oh shit. Oh shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm. My friends and I are just drinking and having fun. Fuck, and for the love of God, do not use that thing on my dick.”
I tilt my head and smile, because I’m the one amused now. “Good boy. Now run along and tell your friends not to bother me or the staff again for the rest of the night. If you get locked out again, you’re shit out of luck. You can sleep in the hallway. Got it?”
He nods his head but doesn’t speak. He’s still too focused on his pride getting hurt.
“Good. Glad we got that taken care of.” I bump him out of the way with my shoulder and begin walking the opposite direction. “Oh, and by the way… I am very aggressive and angry in bed too. You would’ve never been able to handle me.”
His eyes go wide, before he grabs his dick and begins swearing under his breath.
Smiling, I shove the stun gun back into my pocket and step into the elevator. Pete would probably rip me a new asshole if he knew I was still carrying this thing while on duty, but I feel much better being here at night knowing that me and my crew have some sort of protection. You never know what you’re going to find in the middle of the night at a hotel, and security isn’t always close enough by to get to a situation in a timely manner.
I tend to pull it out more when I’m on edge, and this dumbass picked the wrong time of day to mess with me. Once ten p.m. hits, it’s best not to provoke me unless you want an extremely furious woman to deal with.
That’s exactly why I do everything in my power to be