Right, that’s it.
I quickly stand up and take a step back.
“I cannot allow you to touch me, Mr. Paxton. This is unacceptable behavior.”
He falls on to his knees in front of me and gazes up at me like a lovesick boy at his first dance.
“Yes, honey. Do me just like that. Tell me what I can and can’t do. I need you to punish me.”
“What the fuck!”
“Yes! Swear at me! What next? Lick your shoes, oh, please tell me I can lick you shoes. Make me.”
I take a step back, “Ah, I think, we had a cross in communication, somewhere…”
“No! Don’t lose it! No! Talk to me in that stern voice! Look, I’ve got cash—a lot of it—on me. I know you’re an important woman, buying your cooperation in this won’t come cheap, but—”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes! That’s the tone! Call me your pay pig, your money hunk, human ATM! Make me give you that cash, honey!”
Oh shit.
I keep backing away towards the balcony. I really don’t know what to do now.
This is some freaky kinky shit I have wandered into. I know some guys like being dominated—but fuck.
This is just weird.
He goes back to his coat and pulls out a handful of money. He gets up, green pieces fluttering everywhere as he advances on me.
“Look how I blow for you honey, I blow my hot, hard, cash all over the place, just for you. Because you’re special. I haven’t had a boner like I got on that phone call since I was a teenager. What were you doing? Handling my money? Oh, tell me you had those sweet hands all over my money.”
I can’t answer. If I start screaming at him that he’s a freak and to get the fuck out, he’ll probably consider it foreplay and take his pants off.
I can’t just meekly submit, no fucking way.
If I hurt him, my career is over.
I’m smart. I’ve got to be able to think my way out of this.
“Mr. Paxton,” I start, trying for a neutral tone, and he’s still advancing on me, cash falling all over the floor.
If I go back much further, I’ll be on the balcony, and I really don’t want that.
I turn back to check out freak features—and then I realize he’s right in front of me. He leans in, making puckered lips at me.
“Just give me those sweet lips, just once,” he begs.
Mr. Paxton has this cheeky look on his face, like he knows I would rather slap him, and he’s hoping I do.
I’m completely frozen. I can’t think.
At that moment, a fast-moving blur comes from behind me and Paxton is on the carpet, struggling...with another man.
They roll on the floor, and as Paxton comes out under, I recognize who’s on top.
“Will!” I gasp softly.