Resist (London) (3 page)

Needless.

But it was still nice for now. It just wouldn’t last long, I was sure.

I don’t know how long I had been drinking and randomly talking to strangers when I felt a body press up behind me and a hand on my hip. I frowned and twisted my neck to look over my shoulder at whoever it was.

My frown soon turned into a small smile when the guy who had gave us the VIP passes earlier in the night leaned down close to my ear and whispered, “I’ve been looking for you.”

I didn’t need to ask why. It was written all over his face exactly why he was looking for me. I called up my inner
seductress and replied, “Well you found me. What can I do for you sir?”

Urgh, I didn’t like the ‘sir’ thing, and I have no idea why I said it. But it had been said and his reaction was all I needed.

His eyes flared and then narrowed. He spun me around to face him, ran his hands around my hips and pulled me flush against him. I wasn’t exactly against a guy taking the lead, just as long as I ended the night in control, then all was fine by me.

He started moving against me and even I had to admit that he was a hell of a good dancer. I wound my arms around his neck and followed his lead, actually really enjoying the feel of his body against mine.

Is it that shocking that I enjoyed it?

To me?
Frankly, yes.

Dancing is fun enough, but it’s usually just glorified foreplay as far as I’m concerned. This was different though, I
wanted
to move with him, I
wanted
to feel his hands holding my hips and I
wanted
to feel his breath across my neck.

It was all a foreign feeling to
me, I didn’t even normally enjoy anyone being that close to me unless they were fucking me into oblivion.

Harsh…but true.

I’d never been an affectionate
person, I just wanted to get off, end of story. I never much cared what people thought of it either.

I am who I am and that’s it.

I tried to suppress the weird thoughts I was having about how good it felt to be that connected with someone, really I did. It didn’t happen though. I panicked.

“You want to get out of here?” I whispered, trying to sound more like I wanted to leave, rather than the fact that I needed to get out of there.

“Can’t leave yet darlin’, I’m working.”

Damn it. I couldn’t let myself get any closer to him. So I didn’t. I stepped back, smiled and walked away.
Leaving him frowning after me on the dance floor. Not five seconds later I felt his hand grab mine and he spun me around to face him.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

I tried to hold back the grin that was threatening to break free, and for once I succeeded. The poor guy had no idea that he’d just stepped right in to my trap.

“Oh, well, you’re working. I’m drinking, dancing and enjoying myself. I want
you, I know you want me...” I ran the tip of my index finger along the bulge in his trousers for emphasis and then added, “So you come find me when you’re finished. If I’m still here, then it’s gonna be your lucky night. If I’m not, well...”

I trailed off, leaving him to finish the thought by himself.

I know what you’re thinking, would I really leave with another guy? Because that actually is kind of slutty.

But then, maybe I would, who really knew?

But only because I wouldn’t need to. He would find a way to get back to me soon and I knew it. Guys don’t pass up the opportunity for a decent fuck. Ever. Even guys with girlfriends, guys with wives, families. It really doesn’t matter.

Don’t get me wrong, I do try and avoid married guys, guys with families. I just don’t need to be involved in that messy shit.

But sometimes, these things just happen.

“What’s your name?”

His question snapped me back to attention and I told him my name. Well, my first name. I don’t do last names. Too personal. I didn’t ask for his name, but he answered anyway.

“
Mason Brent.”

He actually spoke like he was proud of his name.
Who says their name like that? Like they’re someone important.

“Well
Mason Brent, I’ll just see you later yeah?”

And with that, I walked off again, heading straight for the bar. He didn’t follow, but then, I didn’t expect him to. It was all part of the p
lan.

Mason

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck her or leave her. I love a woman with confidence, really I do. But was she confident, or cocky? I just didn’t know.

I don’t like to be ordered around, and the way she strolled off, swinging her hips as she walked...

Damn, but those hips are worth swinging, soft, curvy, yeah, just gorgeous.

Shit. She was just such a distraction.

Where was I?

Um.

Oh, yeah, so I was confused. I couldn’t understand my own reaction to her, or why she seemed like such a bitch, yet I still wanted her anyway.

I don’t deal with stress, or anything that makes life difficult. I like easy, simple, organised.

And if it isn’t already. I make it that way.

So I had answered my own question. She wasn’t easy, simple or organised. She was an enigma.
A puzzle. Something I was bound and determined to figure out.

If life isn’t easy, make it that way.

I did.

I called my brother. I knew he was in the building somewhere but I just couldn’t be bothered to waste ti
me looking for him. He answered and I told him I needed to go home. He didn’t even question me, just told me he’d see me later.

That’s the good thing about working for your brother, I pretty much get to do what I want, and get paid a shit load of money for it.

I don’t take advantage though, even though I could. That’s how I knew he’d be okay with me leaving early. Opening night or not, I wanted that girl and I was going to have her.

Chapter
Two

Harper

I fucked him!

Well, I say I’d done it, but in reality,
he’d
actually done it...he fucked me! It was magic, pure, unadulterated
heat
.

Pride isn’t an emotion I’m used to feeling really, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t proud of myself. Seriously! I was sure I had him eating out of the palm of my hand. He didn’t leave me waiting, he found me again within about ten minutes, and had me at his house within, what felt like, seconds!

My body was sore in places I didn’t even know existed.

I savoured the feeling, kn
owing I couldn’t keep it. My rules. My way. He was good yeah,
more
than good. But not break-the-habit-of-a-lifetime good.

Even though the sex was
fantastic...
let’s just say my morning overall, was a little
odd.

I’d opened my eyes that morning and winced at the sunshine streaming through the window. I knew where I was, I never forgot. I smiled to myself recalling the previous night’s events.
Damn.
I’d never had my target before I’d even walked through the entrance of the club before.

Mason
.

Now don’t get me wrong, if I’m on the lookout, if I’m
on it
, then yeah I get what I want and I
always
went home with whomever I chose. Never though,
not ever
, had I found my night’s man before I’d even started!

Good work Harper.

I lay in his bed and stretched lazily. I was in no rush, and I didn’t really feel like doing the walk of shame. I could go home whenever I felt like it.
I let my eyes roam around the room thinking it was extremely…
clean
?

Young guys were not usually clean, they were scruffy and unkempt. Clothes left all over the floor, ‘lad’s mags’ piled in the corner, dirty dishes and cups on the bedside table. Crumpled, dirty sheets, you name it, it was usually there.
But not that room.

N
o, it was organised, and minimalistic.

I found it odd. One, because even though the previous night, Mason had been wearing, clean, ironed, fitted clothes,
his hair was scruffy and had that ‘just-fucked’ look about it. He had a dusting of light stubble along his jaw. He sort of just gave off an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ vibe.

And two, because, ok we didn’t spend all
that
long talking, but he seemed…relaxed, and maybe aloof.

Anything but organised, uptight, and
clean.

I pondered this for a few minutes, but I was easily sidetracked by thoughts of the previous
night’s, and that morning’s...
excursions.
A smile formed on my lips and I decided to go find Mason and get in one last play before I left. So I jumped out of bed, threw on his t-shirt, which barely covered my ass and opened the bedroom door.

I heard voices almost instantly and followed the sound to the kitchen. It was a beautiful kitchen, just like his bedroom. Sleek, shiny...
clean.
The worktops were black granite and the appliances were brushed chrome. It was like a show-kitchen, beautiful, but not exactly homely. It was practically screaming, ‘
men live here!’

I’ll be
honest, I don’t even know how I managed to take in that much detail about my surroundings when my eyes were glued to the sight in front of me. Lean, but toned, mocha skin, muscled shoulders. He had those sexy little dimples at the bottom of his back. I’d never noticed them the night before and right then, I wanted to stick my tongue in them.

I took it all in as if I hadn’t had an up close and personal view just the evening before
.
Fuck...me
. Can’t say I’d ever slept with ugly guys, but this guy, Mason, he was just...
edible
!

And that was just his back!

I edged forward, slipped my hands around his waist, pressed myself against him and ran my tongue along his neck. He shivered and I held back a grin at my effect on him. My insides were screaming for attention and he needed to know that!

I ran my fingers lightly against his chiselled stomach and felt his abs clench in reaction.

I was silently cheering and doing cartwheels knowing I was gonna get what I wanted when I heard a familiar voice speak.

“
Errr, mornin’ Harper Marie.”

My…heart…
stopped.

Holy shit
!

I couldn’t believe my best friend was standing there in front of me when she had just vanished on me the night before. Okay, okay, so I may have gone off first, but she didn’t even stick with Jase! Jase told me to go and he’d find her. I trusted him, so I left...with Mason.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. What the hell
are you
doing
here? And where the
fuck
did you go last night?” I screeched at her.

Mason flinched in my arms and I gave him a sheepish grin,
then edged away slightly before taking in the scene. Taylor stood in front of me, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and she had her hands clasped tightly on the hem, tugging it down slightly. I took in her attire, looked back and forth between her and…
wow…
I knew that guy! I’d seen him around campus a few times and he…was…
hot!

Well done Taylor!

“Well, apparently you don’t need to answer that now do you Ice? Wow, I gotta say, that is one
fine-ass
piece of man and what a way to end your drought hey chick!”

A dark look crossed her eyes and I knew I’d said something wrong so I braced for her response. I was used to her rants, they happened often, but I knew I was
not
going to like whatever she said in that moment.

“Harper, last night I was left by myself seeing as you disappeared, Jase pulled and left me on my own, I was drugged, passed out on a poor doorman, and had to be taken home – and not MY home mind you – by Mr Gorgeous over here”

She waved a hand in his direction and continued... “So no, I’m not ‘over my drought’ as you put it, I just happened to sleep here, and in all honesty I actually don’t know what happened to my clothes.”

Shit!

I knew she was still talking, not to me, to the other guy, but I couldn’t hear a thing. I felt the colour drain from my face and my body seized. My best friend, my world, my freaking life-line...
drugged
. What the fuck? I couldn’t stop thinking about what could have happened if ‘Mr Gorgeous’ as she called him hadn’t have helped her.

Oh god.

I felt sick to the stomach, I swallowed repeatedly to prevent the tears that had formed in my eyes from falling but my mouth was dry so nothing worked. I attempted to speak, I managed, but it was barely more than a broken whisper.