Don't try to Escape

Chapter 1 - part III

"Any problem?" My tone of voice goes rougher than I expected.

A woman passes behind us and almost fall on her knees when she saw Mr. GQ sat at the bar. He doesn't seem to notice, but his eyes are holding mine. She stops beside him and smiles with her mouth wide open, trying to get his attention. He doesn't even blink, and she leaves, babbling words hidden by the loud sound. The "predator" scans my soul by his eyes, and I let him do it. Is he going to look at me all night? If this guy could read minds, I would get the hell out here. This place inside is not that pretty, buddy.

"Any problem?" I repeat it louder feeling a bit unquiet.

"I heard the first time you said it, don't need to repeat."

His voice is husky and strong and, despite being a low kind, it stands out of the music coming from the speakers.

"If you're not deaf, I guess you're just impolite, aren't you?" I needle him.

Shit. What am I doing? My tongue has worked faster than my brain. I don't remember thinking of saying that, I definitely blame it on the alcohol. A surprised bright appears in his dark eyes.

"Neither of the options. I just would like to know if you get sexy when you're mad.

His nasty little smile becomes wider. My lungs stopped again. Even being very angry, I can't take my eyes out of his lips. God damn, that smile. My heart flutters and I don't even know why. I can't think of anything to answer. When on earth, in my 22 years of life, didn't I have an ironic answer on the tip of my tongue? That's a total disaster! He gets his face next to mine, making me feel the breathing.

"Are you naturally ginger?" he inspects me. "I bet you hear the same thing everywhere."

The smile of a wolf is right on his face. I notice how my eyes are wide open when the mascara sticks on my eyelids. What a jerk! My cheeks are burning, and I'm sure that they are scarlet red.

"Wow, how fancy you are," I didn't know if I thought it or if I said it.

I think I said it because I heard laughter loud and profound, that gives a strange feeling in my stomach.

"You're beautiful and funny," he keeps the same smile. "I liked you."

Who am I lying to? I feel attracted to him, and that makes me surprised. I have avoided so many men in the last three years that I think I become inexperienced again.

Suddenly I remember the reason why I don't want to come today: I don't want anyone to bother me. I have frozen my feelings not feel anything, especially pain. I inclined my head as if he could see everything through my eyes. He doesn't know me, I don't owe him anything. I try to remember that to myself. A wish to go back home takes over me. I knew that this wouldn't work. It's better to come back to the box and tell Sam that I'm leaving. My moment as "the friendly girl" is over.

I was about to stand up from the stool and leave the jerk behind, but before I get to place my feet on the floor, the brunet stands up and, in a quick movement, he pulls my arm. What the fuck is that? I jump off the stool I was sat on straight to his arms, over his chest, and everything is in slow motion. I feel his muscles underneath his shirt, and a delicious woodlike smell turns me on. He surrounds his arms around me, and his body covers me as an armor. A loud bang brings my senses back to normal.

A man falls, dropping the stool where I was sat, and he hits his head over the bar counter. Another man comes towards him and punches the man on the left eye. My eyes pop out without having no idea of what is going on. I realized that I left my glass fall on the floor. Damn it. A fight starts in front of us, and people make a circle around the men. One of the guys involved in the fight comes in our direction, but the brunet, who placed me behind him, holds his neck and knocks him out of the way with angry eyes. I guessed that he would spank the guy, but he doesn't do it.