Page 5 of Play Room Actor

On top of that, I was just the bouncer and general go-to guy. A role I was perfectly comfortable in. I was the person most people overlooked—at least, most of them. If I’d wanted attention, I could have gotten it, but I enjoyed being in the shadows.

I carried the dirty laundry to the laundry room, loaded a machine, and set it running. On my way back to the club, passing the bathrooms, someone grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into the small alcove under the stairs. With my back pressed against the wall, I found myself face-to-face with Kilian, who was looking at me with a delighted gleam in his eyes.

“Hi,” he said casually.

“What do you want?” I sighed.

“Oh, come on!” he exclaimed, chuckling. “I saw it earlier. You smiled. I want to see it again.”

“Are you insane?”

“No insults. Got it?”

I froze. “Do you even realize how pushy you’re being?”

“And you’re so reserved,” he shot back, mimicking me in a deep, grumbling voice. “Gotta work. Leave me alone.”

I channeled all my acting skills to keep from laughing. The fact that he’d caught my smile earlier was bad luck, but I had no intention of letting him see it again. He wasn’t going to get anything from me.

Yeah, that’s probably the best strategy to get rid of him.

The guy had charm, I’d give him that. He almost had me. But as I tried to step past him, he placed a hand on my chest and pinned me back against the wall. That’s when it hit me: I was trapped—in his trap. There was no way in hell I’d let him see how much I actually found him entertaining.

Kilian let go of me but stepped closer to whisper in my ear.

“Tell me your real name, Mick.”

Damn, and on top of everything, the guy smelled good! Like honey, forest, and a little bit of lavender. I turned my head, which left us only inches apart. His eyes were as deep as before, if not darker. And he had these beautiful lips, slightly parted, curving into a seductive smile.

It surprised me that his closeness didn’t unsettle me. And the way he was blocking my way didn’t bother me either, though he didn’t need to know that. He’d started a game, and I was willing to play. The game was called: Kilian Doesn’t Get What He Wants.

As his chest brushed against mine, I switched from chest breathing to belly breathing. Despite the lack of any reaction in my pants, he didn’t need to feel how his proximity still managed to excite me.

He leaned in further and sniffed my neck like some kind of predator. I stared straight ahead, focusing on the promotional poster on the wall.

I had control over my body—or so I thought.

Kilian trailed his finger along the side of my neck. Startled, I flinched, yet I still met his gaze with an unruffled expression.

He peered up at me greedily. “You’ve got great control, I’ll give you that—but your pulse doesn’t lie.”

“I’m not a fan of being ambushed,” I said in a flat tone.

Kilian had me under his spell, and I did everything I could to keep it from showing. When he pressed his thigh between my legs, I rested the back of my head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

My pulse quickened even more, but this time it wasn’t because the guy was irresistible. No, this time it was panic. My dick didn’t even twitch, which was beyond frustrating. I couldn’t help but press my lips together and grimace. Kilian misinterpreted my reaction, and honestly, I was grateful for that.

“There’s something you just won’t admit,” he teased.

“What?”

“You like me.” Kilian straightened to his full height, now standing eye-to-eye with me. Still close enough that I could feel his chest against mine.

“What makes you think that?”

“You haven’t pushed me away.” He made a casual gesture. “You liked the intimate moment.” His gaze flicked to my neck. “Your pulse went wild.” Then he peered down at my crotch. “But nothing’s happening down there. And I’m pretty irresistible.”

I wanted to mock his keen observational skills, but I was still in mild shock that my dick had completely failed me, even in his presence.