Fear the Boss(8)By: Sam Crescent
“Erm, okay. Do you need anything else?” she asked.
“My name’s Caleb.”
What was going on?
His black hair was pushed off his face, but his eyes were still as dark as last night. All of her warning bells were going off like crazy, telling her to stay away from him.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
He kept staring at her. She started to move toward the panic button. Caleb was scaring her.
His gaze followed the movement of her hand. He reached out and stopped her from touching the panic button.
“Don’t,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“I want to get to know you.”
His fingers banded around her wrists, and she gazed down to see his slightly tanned flesh against her pale skin.
“Can’t I convince you?” he asked.
“I don’t know you.” Why didn’t she shoot him down? Why did she believe that he wasn’t going to hurt her? None of her reactions toward him made any sense.
“Then let me get to know you.”
He wasn’t hurting her. His grip was firm yet not painful. The heat from his body was making her warm inside.
Licking her lips, she glanced down at his touch then back up at him. “Could you please let me go?”
“Don’t touch the panic button and I will.”
She’d agree to anything if he’d just let her go so she could think. His touch shouldn’t do this to her. Having no control over her reactions unnerved her.
Caleb released her hand. Keeping her palms on the counter in front of her she stared at him.
“Have you heard of the club Ecstasy?”
“Yes.” She’d heard of it and hated it. Why name a club after a drug? In the back of her mind, she knew the word was also used for something else, too, but she wanted to see the negative more than the positive. It was almost as if he was begging for the cops to come charging down his door.
“I own it.” He reached into his pocket and handed her the card. “Come on Friday night. The drinks will be on me.”
“If I come to this club will you stop arriving here?” she asked.
Maybe by the time Friday came he would have forgotten all about her. Do you want him to forget about you?
His attention was nice, flattering even, but he scared her. The suit he wore told one story while the bruises on his knuckles told another. She didn’t know which story to believe about him and would rather have nothing to do with him.
She nodded again.
“No, I need you to say you’re coming.”
“Because I know you’ll keep your word and not go against it.”
Staring at the card, shame filled her. “You don’t know me.”
“I know enough about people. Come to the club and I promise to leave you alone.” Over his shoulder she saw Lydia enter the store. Her friend paused when she saw Caleb. “I’ll go for now. You don’t come Friday, then I’ll come back.”
“You’re threatening me.”
“I’m hoping you’ll see it as a determination to get to know one another.”
“I don’t want to get to know you.” The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them.
“I hope you’re wrong. Give me a chance.” He stepped back, and within seconds he was gone.
Staring at where he stood, she gazed down at the card.
“Wow, Donna. What did he want this time?” Lydia joined her behind the counter.
“He wants me to go to his club.” She handed the card over to her friend.
Lydia took the card and whistled. “I love this place. It’s a little shady, but they’ve got great service and drinks there. Are you going?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s not really my scene.”
“I’ll go with you. Darren will come with us. That way we’ve got some protection.” Lydia handed her back the card.
“I don’t know. I’m not really into the club scene.”
“From what you told me, Donna, you’re not into any scene. You’ve not got much of a choice. He wants to get to know you, and at least this is a public place.”