Page 4 of Reckless
Taking a breath, I follow him, my heels clicking against the floor. We go down a long hallway with doors on both sides. Stopping halfway down he bangs his fist on a door.
“Fuck off!” a loud voice yells from inside.
He looks down at me with a chuckle. "Oh yeah, you're definitely what he needs. Coming in fucker, whether you like it or not."
The door opens, and the room is dark except for the glow of five different computer monitors mounted on the wall farthest from us. A man sits in a chair with his back to us. "What part of fuck off do you not understand?" The deep voice almost sounds like it came from an animal.
"Calm down, brother; I brought you a present. This here is Cece."
He turns around, and his eyes focus on me. The slow way they drag up and down my body makes me want to cover myself and run away. I don't though, I stand there and try to force out as much confidence as I can manage.
His face has stubble on it, and his dark hair is long on top but fades down the sides. Piercing green eyes stare at me almost like they see into my soul.
“Have fun you two,” Brick says with a grin before he leaves.
The door closes, and I jump a little.
"Alright, let's get this shit over with." He cracks his neck from side to side and just looks at me.
What does he expect me to do?
I guess I thought there’d be more of a mutual start or some guidance given. “I…uh…what do you want?” I try to put some seduction in my voice, but I’m sure it comes nowhere close to what I imagine.
He seems to evaluate me for what feels like forever. I squirm, playing with my hair trying to distract myself. He's almost looking at me in confusion, and then a look comes over his face, but I can't read it before it disappears. He reaches for a chair that's next to him and slides it closer to me. "Sit."
I move slowly and sit down in front of him, crossing my legs while tugging a bit on the short skirt.
His hand runs over his face. “What the fuck are you doing here Carly?”
My mouth drops open as he uses my real name.
Who the hell is he?
