Your dick is pressing into me

“How much for the night, handsome?”

I’d heard plenty of absurd things in my life. After all, people had a knack for saying stupid things without thinking, as if words just spilled out of their mouths before their brains caught up.

But those things had never once gotten a reaction out of me. I was far too busy, too indifferent to care about people that didn't matter. And they never crossed the line—they never dared to. They cherished their lives.

But never—never in my damn life had someone said those words to me before.

Never have I had those degrading words thrown at my face without a second thought. Never had a woman looked at me like I was a piece of meat, as if she wanted nothing more than to have her way with me.

The audacity. The sheer audacity. Does this woman have a death wish?

The corner of my mouth twitched in annoyance.

She looked up at me and smiled—a bold, infuriating smile that made my jaw tighten. She didn't even seem to care about the way my eyes darkened and my arms tightened around her.

Was she bold or crazy?

“So, what do you say? Would you spend the night with me? I’ll make it worth your while.” She said seductively, her words were likely meant to sound enticing, but they grated on my nerves.

Yeah, definitely crazy.

I didn’t respond. Instead, I tilted my head slightly, studying her with disinterest, before I let her go.

Her body hit the floor with a thud, and she landed unceremoniously on her ass.

I brushed my shirt as if her mere touch had dirtied the fabric. My gaze flicked downward, and I stared at how pathetic she looked.

Familiar, my foot; I would never know a woman as pathetic as she.

What a waste of time. How could I have thought, even for a second, that I knew someone like her? A woman so crude, so uncivilized? I wasn’t close to any woman, to begin with, and certainly not someone who reeked of desperation.

I turned around and towards the exit. To hell with Leo's bachelor party.

The entire club felt suffocating now. I strode out without looking back.

Thomas, my secretary, was already waiting by the car. The moment he saw me, he stepped forward and opened the door, bowing slightly. Without a word, I slipped inside.

But just as the door was about to close, something—or rather, someone pushed Thomas out of the way and shoved me further into the car. I blinked, startled, when she slid in beside me and slammed the door shut behind her.

I looked at her in shock, unable to believe what was happening. The same crazy woman had forced her way into my car, ignoring my boundary like she owned the space.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I said, glaring at her.

She tilted her head, her messy hair falling into her face, and gave me a wide grin. “What do you think?” Her words threw me off for a moment, but before I could respond, she leaned toward me. The smell of alcohol wafted off her, and I instinctively leaned back, keeping as much distance as possible.

She didn’t seem to notice or care. She placed one hand on the car door beside me, effectively trapping me against the seat, and smirked, her face far too close for comfort.

“I want a strip show.”

Huh.

My gaze darkened. “What did you just say?”

“I said, I want a strip show,” she slurred, her grin widening. “Can’t you hear me, or are you shy? You don’t need to be shy; you do it all the time. I understand, I’m the prettiest client you’ve ever had, but you don’t need to get starstruck because of me. I'm still human, you know.”

For a moment, I just stared at her, disbelief coursing through me. Was this woman serious?

Did she just mistake me for a... stripper? Me? I looked her up and down, trying to process what she had just said. My mind raced, and anger bubbled to the surface. Who did she think I was, and why the hell did she think she could get away with something like this?

Does she want to meet her marker sooner than expected?

“Get off.” I said, my voice dangerously low. “Who do you think you are talking to—”

“A Greek god,” she interrupted, pointing a slightly wobbly finger at me. “You’re a Greek god. Look at you! Perfect jawline, perfect suit, perfect everything.” She sighed dreamily, her eyes half-lidded from the alcohol, before leaning back just slightly. “So, let's spend the night together, just you and me. I will pay you well.”

My jaw tightened as I leaned forward slightly. “If you don’t get out of this car in the next five seconds, I’ll personally throw you out.”

She flinched then smirked, “Oh, I like the angry ones. Adds to the charm.”

My jaw clenched tightly, I had reached my limit with this nonsense. I’d tolerated her drunken rambling, her ridiculous advances, and now this.

Enough.

I moved to push her off me, my hand reaching for her arm, but before I could act, she was faster. Much faster.

In one swift motion, she pulled me down and climbed onto my lap.

I froze.

The stupidity of this woman was beyond anything I’d encountered before, but that wasn’t what stopped me. No, it was the way she looked at me, her blue eyes locking onto mine, it made my breath hitch in my throat.

Those eyes.

Why the hell did she look so familiar?

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think. It was like I was in a trance.

And then she leaned closer, her body pressing into mine.

A warmth I wasn’t familiar with spread through my body. It wasn’t the heat of anger or irritation, but something that unsettled me more than I cared to admit.

Her sweet scent drifted toward me as she leaned in, her lips brushing dangerously close to my ear. My hands instinctively gripped the edges of the chair, and my body tensed.

“See? You want me too. Your dick is pressing into me.”