Page 35 of Under the Influence
This time Paxton responds and jerks out his cell. Tapping furiously on the screen like the scared motherfucker he should be. “1385 Haynes Lane. About two blocksnorth.”
She is not here. Chryseis is not fucking here, and these two motherfuckers had no idea. If we weren’t in the middle of campus, I’d fucking kill their stupid asses right now. Tucker can take care of them later. Right now I have only onemission.
Fuck battling traffic. I run. Like I’m on fucking fire. Which I am. Garnering more attention than I like. I’m sure I look like a fucking crazy bastard hauling ass in a five thousand dollar suit and cashmere coat. But I cannot wait a second more to find her. Better not be fuckingthem.
I slow when I reach the road. Scanning the black shingled signs advertising the street numbers of the specialty shops lining the cobblestone street that Books loves. Gourmet cupcake bakery, art studio, and hair salon. I catch sight of her through the hugewindow.
She’s getting her fucking haircut.
An orange cape with silver and gold swirls covers her body while she smiles up at an older woman running her fingers through Chryseis's long, wavystands.
All of the rage bottled up in my chest melts to a slow burn. I slam open the white and black checked door matching the 1920’s checker board floor with accents of red popping throughout the retro space. My girl’s huge eyes meet mine. Surprise shooting to fear from the fury that must be straining my face as much as my cheek hurts from the muscles ticking. “Everyoneout.”
Boisterous chattering and hair washing and highlight color selecting all cease from my order. The lady behind Books twists around to face me head on. Recognition lifting her eyebrows and parting her lips. A trembling hand sweeps across the busy salon. “Mr. Trivoli, please. We’re in the middleof–“
It takes everything I have to keep my voice level. Barely able to keep calm. Not when I found her. Safe and sound. And, not with that motherfucker. “I don’t give a fuck. Everyoneout.”
Her terse nod commands the attention of the other stylists and customers. Grabbing purses and towels and palettes before scurrying into the back storage room. I'm silent until the door slidesshut.
She shrinks back into the seat when I stride toward her. Grasping the arms of her chair. Trapping her in place under the heavy fabric circling her neck. Only her suede boots tapping against the metal foot rest are visible. "Why in the fuck aren't you with yourbodyguards?"
“Security…” She swallows hard. The little pulse in her delicate throat races under her smooth ivory skin. “Security wouldn’t let them in. I-I came out and didn't see them. I thought they left. So I just wentahead–”
“I didn’t have eyes on you for almost two fucking hours. Do you know what the fuck went through my head when I didn't know where youwere?”
Her head slowly shakes. Plump lips open but close again just asquickly.
“I thought you were fucking thatbastard.”
A frown lines her forehead as anger replaces the anxiety in her expression. “I would never dothat.”
“That's right.” I release her from the prison I created and stand up to my full height, grasping my belt buckle. “Because you’re only going to fuckme.”
She jerks up too. Panic convulsing through her petite body as she fumbles to rip off her cape. Quivering fingers grab my forearm, shaking my sleeve with her hysteria. “Not here Gio.Please.”
Fuck if I don't love the sound of her begging. Only better when she's naked and we're alone. But she doesn't need to know that. “You ran Books, and you know thepunishment.”
Desire flames in her eyes and she nods. Licking her sweet pink lips. “Yes, butI...”
I step closer and slide my hand behind her head. Fisting her hair around my fingers and yanking down hard to force her head up to meet mine. Our faces only inches apart as I hulk over her. "You don't want all these women to hear you scream my name while I've got my rock hard cock buried deep inside your drippingpussy?"
Shuddering hard enough her body brushes mine. Nipples so hard I can feel them through my jacket. "No."
"You don't want them to listen to the glorious sounds you make when I work your beautiful clit and you come all over myfingers?"
She pants against my mouth. I swear I can feel her pounding heart from here. "N-no."
"Then what do youwant?"
"Just you andme."
“You and mewhat?”
“Fucking.”
Even with the embarrassment seeping through her whisper, her eyes lock with mine. No blinking or flinching or misgiving. God fucking damn. She is the hottest fucking woman I've ever seen. “You've got one hour. Then I’ll see you athome.”
I emphasize the last word, and she shivers again. My lips brush her warm cheek and I let her loose. Confirming she's stable on her feet before I untangle from her curls. “I love youChryseis.”
