Filled

A knock on the hotel door has me sitting up in the tub. Who the hell would be here at this hour? I check my watch and see it’s after midnight. I know the guys didn’t leave the club to come back here. As far as they know, I’m on my way to them.

There’s another knock, and this time it’s louder and followed by the doorbell. I didn’t realize this suite had one, but Rogue booked the room, so I’m not surprised.

I get out of the tub and grab the white hotel robe on the back of the door. It’s too short in the arms and barely closes, but it’s quicker than getting dressed. I rush to the door and fling it open, only to stand there in shock.

“Room seventeen twelve?” a big guy in a suit says, and I look at the number on the door to confirm.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Right this way.” The guy that looks like a former football player holds out his arm and a small woman in a baggy coat with the hood pulled up comes in and walks by me.

“Um, I think there’s been a mista—” My words cut off as the woman pushes back the hood and looks at me with dark green eyes and all the weight of the world on her shoulders.

For a moment I just stare at her and drink her in. I want to pull her to me and tell her it’s all going to be okay. I’m here now, and she’s safe. I want to drop to my knees and tell her that I’ve been searching for her my whole life and finally, finally I’ve found her.

“Are you the bachelor?” she asks softly, and I realize my mouth is too dry to speak.

She looks at the bouncer, who steps into the room, and the sound of the hotel door slamming shut has me nodding quickly.

“Cash upfront before we get started,” the bouncer says, and I have to blink to break eye contact.

“H-how much was it again?” I swallow hard. Jesus, do I get to fuck her? I won big tonight, but how much does it cost? Do I have that much cash on hand?

My mind is already calculating how much I have on me and how much I can swipe from Rogue’s room. He knows I’m good for it. I’ve got nearly as much money as he does; I just wasn’t prepared with cash.

“Two grand,” he says, and I look at her in disbelief.

“That’s it?” I stare between the two of them and consider how much more I would have paid. Now I’m wondering if this guy is going to watch me, because I wonder if I could pay more to have her alone.

“Cash,” he says again, holding out his hand.

“Be right back.” I look at her, and her green eyes meet mine before she quickly looks away.

I turn around and hurry to find my pants and take out the stack I got from gambling earlier. I count out two thousand and tuck the rest in my bathrobe. When I get back into the living room, the bouncer hasn’t moved away from the hotel door, but the girl has walked all the way into the living room and is looking out over the city.

I hand the big guy the cash, and he flips through it and then nods as he tucks it away. “You have an hour.” I open my mouth to ask for what and then he begins to list off the rules. “No touching her, but she can touch you. Topless only and that goes for the both of you.” He glances down to the front of my robe where it’s clearly tented from my excited erection. “No kissing, no drinking, no drugs. She dances, you watch. Got it?”

“Got it.” I nod. “Do you have to stay in the room?”

“Yes,” he answers with finality and plants his feet as he crosses his arms over his chest.

He’s big, but we’re eye to eye and I think about how I could probably take him in a fight. He’s meaty, but I’m athletic. I climb mountains and hike up waterfalls. I’m in better shape than him and have trained in hand-to-hand combat. I’m not looking for a fight, but I always like knowing where my exits are and who I need to get through to find them.

Soft music begins to play, and I turn around to see the girl has turned on the stereo. She hits a few buttons and then the music changes to something with a beat and a woman’s voice begins to sing.

I forget about the bouncer watching as I make my way over to where she’s standing in her baggy coat and flats.

“I’m Angus,” I say, my throat still like the desert.

“I’m Bambi.” Her voice is gentle like a Sunday school teacher. “Do you want to sit down?” She nods to the couch next to me and I walk over to it.