Chapter 42 Too much to lose
Natte’s Natte. He’s a as hot as hell rock star and my soon to be boss, Vicky called me and told me we've got new boss for the Alpine.
But he’s also a womaniser. This is what he does.
I can’t lose my sense around him again. I can’t let myself become just another name in his long list of conquests.
I have too much to lose if I do.
I use the toilet, wash my hands, cool my face with the water, then with a clear straight head, I make my way back to our table in the VIP lounge.
Natte is already there sitting with the guys, and also the girl Timm has acquired for the night.
He looks up at my approach and the second my eyes meet with his, whatever sense I had just talked myself into, packs its bags and fucks off, leaving me to the mercy of my hormones.
The booth is full. Natte shuffles over, giving me a sliver of room to sit on, and also forcing me to sit next to him.
He puts his arm around the back of the seat, behind me. My thigh is pressed up tight against his.
“Alright?” he asks me quietly.
I nod, yes, briefly meeting his eye.
He passes me a fresh beer. My fingers touch his and a charge flies through my hand and up my arm.
“I thought we could have one more then head back to the hotel,” Natte says quietly to me.
“Ahum,” nodding, I take a mouthful of my beer.
He moves his hand down, and then I feel his thumb start to gently stroke the bare skin on my back.
It feels intimate. So totally intimate, and that’s because it is.
I chug harder on my beer.
In the irony right now wishing I was sober so I could think clearer in this situation, and how exactly to extract myself from it.
No, I’ll rephrase that figure out how to want to extract myself from it.
My head and heart are not matching at the moment, and my hormones are raging a war all on their own.
Continuing to sip on my beer, I listen to the guys talk, but I really can’t focus. All I can focus on is Natte’s thumb, gently stroking that one small part of my body.
It’s like everything has homed in on this one small area. I’m heated. My skin is humming, buzzing under his touch.
I put my beer down on the table, and bind my hands together in my lap.
Focus. I just need to focus.
Then Natte put his hand under the table. He pushes his fingers in between my palms, forcing my hands apart and takes hold of my hand.
Natte often holds my hand, that’s nothing new, but this time it’s different. There’s a different meaning there. Or was it there all the other times too?
I don’t know, but what I do know now, is that this feels like he’s staking a claim on me.
And I like the feeling. I want to be his.
He slides his fingers in between mine, entwining our hands like lovers would, and rests our bound hands onto his hard thigh.
I could try to pretend his touch on my back was nothing. But not this.
I look across at him.
He stares back at me steadily, for a long moment before looking away, but I read his eyes clearly.
He wants me tonight.
And from what my eyes where saying back to him, I think I just said yes.
We finish up our drinks and leave the club, heading straight into the waiting cars.
I managed to untangle my hand from Natte’s on the way out of the club, so I make a quick dash for Garry's waiting car, which Dennis and Sam are just climbing into. Dennis looks a little surprised to see me in their car, but he says nothing.
I could feel Natte’s eyes on me as I climbed into their car, leaving him with Tim and his girl for the night, but I don’t care. I just need to put some distance between us right now.
If I can just get to the hotel first and back to my room, then tonight will be without incident.
If not … then I really don’t know what will happen.
But even as I think it, I don’t really believe it. I know exactly what will happen.
If Natte wants me tonight, then me travelling back in a separate car will not make the least bit of difference. Because I want him too, and I don’t think I can find the will to say no.
When we reach the hotel, Garry pulls up first and I clamber out of the car. My feet are still bare and my shoes are in my hand along with my handbag.
I’m vaguely aware of the other car pulling up, but I’m too distracted by how cold this floor is outside the hotel.
“Jesus Christ! This floor is freakin’ freezing!” I cry out, hopping from one foot to the other on the tiled floor. The night air isn’t cold but it’s like there is air con blasting out across the tiles, deep freezing them.
Sam chuckles at me, as I start to tread on my tiptoes carefully across the frozen tiles. “You okay there girlie? You need a hand?” He holds his hand out for me take, but I don’t get a chance to respond, because the next thing I know Natte is scooping me up in his arms.
“Arggh! Put me down you idiot!”
Natte says nothing, and just strides through the door and into the hotel lobby with me in his arms.
Everyone is staring at us and, Sam, Dennis Tim and his girl whose name I still haven’t gotten, are all finding this highly amusing.
“You can put me down now,” I say, a little clearer and a little firmer, as we reach the carpeted floor in the hotel outside the lifts.
He stares straight into my eyes. “I know but I’m not going to. I start a job, I finish it.”
My heart takes a clear blast in my chest, and I gulp down.
The doors ping open and Natte strides into the lift with me still in his arms.
Not even waiting for the others he presses the button for our floor.
“We look silly like this,” I say quietly.
“And since when have you cared about how we look?”
What can I say to that?
And truth be told, I don’t want him to put me down, I like the feel of being in his arms.
Natte makes me feel like a girl. Like a woman. It’s something Pine ever truly managed to do. It's because Pine and Natte are way to manly, of course he is, but Natte is in a whole other league. He’s alpha to the extreme.
And yes, I’m independent and strong, but sometimes … just sometimes, it’s nice to be taken care of. It’s nice to be made to feel like a lady.
The lift quickly reaches our floor; the top floor of course, and Natte exits, taking a left, heading toward my suite. My parents left to my house after the show they didn't want to be a bother.
My suite is next to his, so I’m praying he just drops me at my door, and goes to his. Actually thinking on it, my suite’s always next to Natte’s whichever hotel we stay in. Hmm…