Page 2 of Merciless Attraction

Antonio Calisi is a mixture of male model and lumberjack, but professionally, he’s a doctor. Doctors aren’t supposed to be partying in nightclubs, and they’re not supposed to look as good as he does.

I remember him from my younger days, always around my brothers and closest to Sebastien. “Are you here to spy on me? Tell Bash I don’t need a babysitter.”

Antonio places a finger to his lips, warning me to stop speaking with a dart of his eyes at Frankie. A warm sensation washes over me. I’m not sure if it’s the rekindling of my schoolgirl crush or the alcohol working through my body. My chest is hot and my mind spins like a top. I look at the spot where I left my shot glass, but it’s gone.

“You don’t look good.” Antonio uses a finger to tip my head upward to inspect my face and stare into my eyes.

“Well, you don’t look good either,” I snap back at him, pulling my face away from his fingers. It feels like I’ve had twenty shots instead of just the one. I jab my finger into his chest emphatically. “It doesn’t matter if you’re the sexiest doctor I’ve ever met. You don’t look good, and I need some air.”

“That’s not what I meant, Gem. Come with me,” Antonio demands, but I can barely think straight.

I pat down the front of my body until I reach the hem of my dress. I slip my hand between my thighs for a second before pulling it out and holding it up to his face. “I’m not even wet, doc. You’re going to have to work harder to get me to come with you.”

He chuckles, looks away, and then zeroes back onto me. The way he leans closer lets me inhale his delectable scent of anise and cinnamon.

Spicy. Alluring. Why does he have this effect on me? I know why. I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. My last interaction with Antonio comes with a fond memory. I took a chance and stole a kiss the night after my graduation, but it didn’t go beyond that. Tonight, however, I might take another chance to explore the curiosity of lust I’ve always had for him.

“I can take care of myself, doc. Just sit tight. I’ll be right back.” I tell him as my head spins. I need support, an elbow to hold that will lead me through the swaying bodies to the bathroom. But I turn around to see Natalie’s gone. My pulse races as my eyes scan everyone around us. “Fuck. Where did she go? I hate when she does this.”

“Your friend is right there,” Antonio says, nudging his chin toward the dance floor.

I don’t want to stop her from having a good time. Instead, I convince myself I can make it on my own, telling him, “Good, keep an eye on her and I’ll be right back. I just need to splash my face on some water.”

He raises an eyebrow with a light chuckle. “You want to try that again?”

“Shit. You know what I mean, Antonio.”

He chuckles again. “Yes, but wait, let me grab your friend and we’ll go together so I can keep an eye on you two.”

I want him to watch me do so much more, but cooling myself off is best.

I shake off the anticipation of fulfilling my lust and grip the bar to steady myself. After I squeeze my eyes shut, and take a few deep breaths, I push off toward the bathroom without waiting for Antonio and Nat to join me.

Bullet holes in a horribly painted blue brick wall leads to the restrooms, with the Men’s Room and Women’s Room opposite each other. The door between them swings open, and Frankie comes out. Fuck, I thought he was with Natalie on the dance floor with every intention of trying to grind his hard-on against some unsuspecting dancer.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite interior designer. What’s the matter? You look a bit dizzy. Do you need to lie down?” Frankie asks with a devilish grin.

I shake my head and reach for the woman’s restroom door, only to have Frankie grip me by the wrist. He yanks me through another doorway, which leads to a backroom. There’s a table in a dimly lit space where empty glasses sit until he pushes me against it, forcing the glasses to topple over.

“Stop.” I tell him, but my voice is barely above a whisper. “I don’t feel good. You—you put something in my drink.”

“Ican help you feel good, if you ask nicely.” Frankie leers as he grabs his crotch.

“Fuck off.” I snarl and stumble my way toward the door.

The door opens a sliver, but Frankie pushes it shut. He yanks me back, causing me to roll my ankle in my shoes and use the table to keep my balance. I’m only able to get one shoe off before Frankie takes a step closer.

“I’m trying to fuck you, darlin. Now come on. It’s only going to take a minute. Pull that dress up.”

A snort mixed with laughter explodes out of me. “If it’s only going to take a minute, how about you save me the trauma, therapy, and dealing with the police? Just let me out of here. I’ll tell every woman I meet what a great big dick you have. They’ll line up to fuck and you can leave me alone.”

I wish I could keep up the banter, but whatever drug is in my system makes me feel like I’m floating. I can barely focus on outtalking this asshole. Unfortunately, he’s far more sober than I am. At least, he appears to be.

When he lunges toward me, it feels like I’m moving in slow motion when I move out of the way. Frankie crashes into the table, but quickly whips around to face me again.

“Fuck, man, you don’t have to do this.” I tell him with every breath exerting too much energy.

“How about you just let me bury this cock in your throat? Then you can stop telling me about what I do and don’t have to do.”

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