Page 9 of Fall For Me
“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars to screw someone?!” I screech.
“Hannah. Come here.”
Shit!
I drop to the ground and crawl to the other side of the desk, feeling the air in the room skim across my ass cheeks.
This is bad. Really bad. It never crossed my mind that someone who knows me would be here.
“Hannah can’t come to the phone right now.” I peer up at the hostess with pleading eyes, hoping she’ll help me out, and whisper yell, “Whoever it is, please don’t tell him I’m down here.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. Come to me. Now.”
The command in his voice sends a shiver up my spine. I squeeze my eyes tight, then peek around the desk with one eye open.
What the hell?
“Nate! Hi! What are you doing in New York?” I ask, crawling to him.
“I live here now. The question is, what areyoudoing inmyclub?Does your boyfriend know you’re in here, crawling on your hands and knees to me?” he asks, taking my hand and helping me up.
I blink. Boyfriend? My brows pull together in confusion.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Does he know that?”
Are we talking in riddles, or am I that drunk?
“Come.”
Oh, I’d like to come alright. I stumble behind him as he leads me past the black velvet curtains—deeper into the club—and sets me down on a stool at a circular bar. Bass thumps through the speakers, and I turn my head, watching patrons mingle and dance on the dance floor. This doesnotlook like a sex club.
“Luca, get her some water.”
Nate sits beside me, and Luca, the bartender, busies himself by filling a glass before sliding it over to me.
“I’ve had enough to drink.”
“Clearly,” Nate states.
“Sitting at a bar drinking water isn’t what I came here to do.” I trail my hand up his chest until my fingertips rest underneath his chin. Pulling him closer, my lips graze the shell of his ear as I channel my inner seductress. “I came to fuck. Now, you wanna give me a tour of your sex dungeon?”
His blue eyes pierce mine as I lean back, and he rakes a hand through his black hair, studying me.
“Can you walk straight?”
“Probably not.” I giggle.
He stands, and as he walks away, I follow behind him, stumbling and bumping into people along the way. When we finally make it to the back of the club, he swipes a card, glancing back at me with a smirk as he pushes the door open.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Nate backs me against the wall, sweeping my hair aside. I lean in to kiss him, but instead of feeling his mouth on mine, his breath hits my ear, “Tell me, sweet Hannah, do you like to watch . . . or be watched?”
When he leans back, I stare at him wide-eyed.
“Answer the question.”
Swallowing hard, I close my eyes.
