03- The Knight and His Prize

The sudden appearance of my savior left me stunned; standing before me was none other than Mr. Trevor Reynolds. His face was mirroring the same expression on my face. Shock. And something more in his eyes. Relief?

"What are you doing here, and why are you dressed like that?" He asked, gesturing at the two pieces adorning my body. The clothes weren't exactly goody-two-shoes-like, as expected; it was a flimsy, cropped polo shirt with an extremely short, flared tennis skirt.

"Uhm—because I work here?"

"Is he your boyfriend?" He asked again, emphasizing 'he.' Mr. Brunette looked uncomfortable and winded from the tight hold on him. The fingers wrapped around his neck would leave the skin red, brutally red.

"Leave him alone, you're going to kill the man!" I yelled. The poor man was struggling against Mr. Reynolds' tight grip, but he didn't yield, choking the life out of the brunette.

"Who is he? Answer me, damn it!" He roared. I rushed towards his side, pulling his hand away from the brunette's neck, but Mr. Reynolds wasn't having any of it; it practically triggered him to choke the man harder.

"Stop it! Just stop it! If he were my boyfriend, he wouldn't dare to raise his hand on me, logic man!"

He breathed a relieved sigh and released the man from his hold. Without dwelling further on what happened, the brunette scurried away, leaving his friends to fend for themselves.

The other guys sat there, wide-eyed, aware of everything but completely mute.

"Aren't you going to run after him? Get out!" Mr. Reynolds yelled at the poor guys. I watched the guys scramble to gather their things and make a hasty exit out of the VIP area. Funny, I liked Desmond; the only problem was the asshole friends he had. I felt a mix of relief and unease. My heart pounded hard against my chest as it suddenly dawned on me that I was alone with him.

"That was rude!" I deadpanned immediately after the guys left.

"I don't care. Now, why were you arguing with him?" he asked. I noticed he had changed into another business suit, the same color, black, and they fitted him perfectly as before.

He removed his suit jacket and rolled the sleeves of his crisp shirt, revealing toned forearms. A silhouette of a man grabbed the piece of clothing from his waiting hand, probably his bodyguard.

"I'm waiting," he tsked, his inviting lips curling into a smirk.

"Last time I checked, you weren't my father. Why are you here? Are you trailing me now?" I shot back, glancing around. What were the odds we'd both end up in the same place? New York is a vast city. Mr. Reynolds' eyes locked onto mine, the sparkle in them making my heart skip a beat. And then, he smiled, his gaze sending shivers down my spine.

As he leaned closer, a deep, warm chuckle rumbled from his chest, sending a delightful shiver down my spine. His eyes sparkled with mischief, crinkling at the corners, and I couldn't help but notice how they gleamed like polished silver under the soft glow of the lights.

"Trail you? Goodness, I'm a businessman. Why would I trail you when I can just have my men bring you to me? You think too highly of yourself, Miss... what was it again?" He said, his voice smooth and playful, the words flowing effortlessly as if he were weaving a spell around me.

"You're one to talk," I snapped, "and that's rich coming from you. By the way, it's Alessia; that's my name."

"Your temper is amusing, Alessia," he breathed my name, pulling me closer to his side. "Let's dance so you can let off some steam; it's unhealthy." I caught the faint scent of whiskey on his breath as he leaned in, his words slurring slightly. That explained it—he had been drinking.

"Okay," I replied, the words tumbling out before my mind could register what I was agreeing to.

His hand trailed to my waist, leaving tingles everywhere he touched. He grabbed my waist softly, and we both swayed along to the music. His hypnotic silver orbs took all my sanity with them, entrancing me with their mysterious magic. His fingers lightly brushed my nape, and he moved further—towards my breast, slightly grazing my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He grabbed a cup in his hand and pinched the nipple. This was too much for me; all the nerves in my body came alive.

Vividly aware of my surroundings and the man in front of me, my senses decided to abandon me. I pushed my chest towards him, yearning for his sweet torture; instead, he took it as a sign of consent. He withdrew his hand from my breast, and I let out a cry of disappointment. He chuckled under his breath, trailing his fingers to the top of my skirt. Before he could slip his hand into my skirt, I... I had an orgasm.

Oh my God! What the fuck just happened? I felt like I'd lost all control, my body betraying me in the most intimate way possible.

"Stop; we shouldn't be doing this. You'll get me fired!" I said agitatedly after only recovering my senses from the climax. I couldn't believe I did that. He spun me around and breathed on my neck.

"It's my club, and I won't terminate your employment..." He whispered in my ear; the music drowned out his last word. I thought I caught something like 'unkept' or 'not yet,' but I couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, I brushed it off. 

"Of course, it's your club," I said.

"You're not surprised?" He asked, pausing his steps, leaving me to completely stay still. "Am I supposed to be?" I retorted back.

"I figured you'd leave when you learn your nemesis is your boss."

I laughed, "You're not my nemesis, Trevor. I don't even know who you are."

"Then let's dance to our hearts' content." He breathed down my neck, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

That was no dance—that was pent-up sexual exploration. "You're drunk. I can't do this," I said briskly. My mind was screaming at me, horrified that I had turned the sin of a man down, but my body...my body was still buzzing from his touch.

"Why?" He asked, staring at me with his alluring eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and no doubt, the most beautiful thing I liked besides his butt.

"It's risky," I replied. I wanted to say, You're risky because he was.

"You're no fun, Alessia," he mumbled.

"I'm just smart and cautious," I removed his hand that gripped my waist tightly and was reluctant to let go. "Thank you for saving me, but I could've done that myself."

"But you didn't." He clicked his teeth.

"I was about to, but you jumped in out of the blue." I blatantly lied through my teeth. His eyes flashed amusement. "It's fine, Alessia."

"Since I just discovered you are my boss, is it okay to call in sick?" I asked, daring him to say otherwise.

What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't believe I'd let Trevor Reynolds get his hands on me like that. I knew I should stay far, far away from someone like him—the way he looked at me, like he owned me, the way he made me feel, all fluttery and out of control. And now, to top it all off, he was my boss. Great, just great.

"Sure, especially with the stunt you pulled earlier, my driver can drop you." He joked. It was fun to see another side of him, but I suspected the alcohol was talking.

"No, thank you. You've done a lot already. I'll leave now."

Glad that he didn't notice my embarrassment.