Undone (Club V 2)

I bit down hard on my lip to keep from giving away the fiery lust that was burning inside. Fuck, I wanted Jake so bad. It was as if I could finally admit it to myself, no matter what I had been saying up to that point. I knew he would be up for it. I could see it in his eyes. And there was no way, if I offered myself up to him, that he would dare deny me that pleasure. It was clear how much he liked being in power and taking control of a situation. This left me feeling a little uneasy because I wanted to be in control. The thought of throwing him across his desk and riding his cock to a screaming orgasm almost made me convulse and fall out of the chair right there in front of him. God, what kind of kick would he get out of that—bringing me to orgasm from nothing more than the thought of having that thick, bulbous cock thrusting inside me. How out of line would it be for me to demand he take my virgin cunt right then and there?

Way out of line, I thought as I took a deep breath and flexed the muscles in my neck. I had no idea if he could tell what I was thinking. Mind reading would be a game changer in this situation. A part of me wished that he did and that he would throw all his other thoughts away and take me right there. Another part of me warred against that little devil sitting on my shoulder, fighting hard to keep from giving in too soon. Maybe it was what I wanted, but there was no way in hell that Jake Mesa was what I needed.

After what felt like an eternity, Jake finally put on his gym clothes. I stood to go and turned toward the door. He reached for me and put a gentle hand on my shoulder, something that was entirely unexpected.

“Don’t be afraid to let go, Taylor. There’s a lot out there for you.”

I pulled away and moved to open the door. Jake might think he knew something about me, but he was mistaken.

Chapter 7

I had a message from my dad that night when I got home that said not to bother coming in the next day as we had several cancellations and he was just going to be catching up on some paperwork. I thought it was a little odd, but I was grateful to have th

e morning to sleep in. The bourbon had gone to my head and after Sam had driven us home that night, I crashed in my bed, grateful for the comfort of home. Chadwick Fontaine was the last thing on my mind now, as annoying as the run in with him had been at the bar. Now I had the vision of a naked Jake Mesa in my head.

It wasn’t an altogether unpleasant sight—no one could say that. But it was something I wished I didn’t have in my head. Now it was there forever and as nice as he was to look at, I really never wanted to see him again.

Like I had suspected, the guy was cocky as all hell and thought he could get whatever he wanted. He was probably getting off saying all those things to me, trying to get me to admit that I had been turned on when I saw him with the girl in his office. Of course, I was turned on. Who wouldn’t have been when they encountered that? It was like stumbling into some really hot porn. I could tell that Jake had wished that I tried to join in, but I had a feeling that wasn’t something I would have enjoyed very much at all.

I tried to sleep that night and I was grateful for the knowledge that I wouldn’t have to get up early the next morning for work, but all that had transpired through the evening left my mind racing and I had trouble finding the sleep I so desperately desired. When it finally came to me it was fitful and full of dreams. Nothing about it was restful and I woke the next morning with a terrible headache. That was it for me, no more bourbon.

Samantha didn’t go into work until much later, so when she found me curled up on the couch in a blanket at 11:00 a.m. she looked a little concerned.

“Are you sick? Coming down with something?”

I shook my head. “Dad said he didn’t need me this morning. I had the message on my phone last night. Talk about luck. I really didn’t sleep well and I’ve got a horrible headache.”

Without being asked, Samantha made me a cup of tea and brought the steaming cup to me where I sat on the couch.

“Thank you, Sam. Sorry, I’m such a mess.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what there is to talk about.”

“Well, you weren’t very chatty on the way home last night and I heard from Celeste and some of the other bartenders that there was an incident at the bar.”

I nodded. “There was a guy—truly, the biggest douche I’ve run into in a long time—and he was hitting on me. Only he wasn’t taking no for an answer. And I mean…he was getting serious about it. Trying to take me to one of the private rooms, putting his hands on me. I had it taken care of for the most part, but Jake Mesa showed up there and took over the situation. He saw the guy out and then asked me to come back to his office for a drink.”

“Tell me you didn’t.”

“I did.” I sighed.

“And?”

“And I think everything you told me about him was right. Don’t worry, I’m not going to waste my time on him. At the very least he is not my type…at worst, well, I think we could be combustible together. And not in a good way.”

“Well,” she frowned. “I can’t say that I’m glad to hear it. I’m sorry you had a bad experience, but I am glad you saw that side of him if it will keep you away from the guy. I would just hate to see you hurt.”

“That’s not all,” I said as I blew on the tea in an attempt to cool it.

“What?”

“He knows that I was in his office. He found me on the security tapes.”

Samantha went pale. “You’ve got to be kidding me! He saw you? What did he say? Was he angry?”

“I don’t think angry is the right word for it. I think he was intrigued. I also think he’s a little on the pervy side…as if that wasn’t already established. He was asking me how it made me feel to see him. The guy was really digging for some answers about that sort of thing, but I didn’t give him much. I just wanted to get out of there, get you, and go home. I’m not sure I ever want to go back there again. I don’t want to see him. Not after last night.”