3.Mr. CEO

~Rose~

What the hell do I do?

I already said that it was a mistake, that I hadn't intended on stealing anything. This was supposed to be the part where he let me go. But he wasn’t. He was holding a firm grip, so firm that it was stopping my blood flow.

”I think I should-”

”No.”

”You’re a pick-pocketer huh?” He said and stepped closer.

I held my face void and stern. Not admitting to anything, but it was as though he could see straight through me. I saw movement from behind him and looked over his shoulder. My eyes locked with Elvis, I gave him a pleading glare, thinking he would come and help me. But he left, he looked at me and then he turned around. Followed by the others.

I couldn't believe this, we were supposed to help each other out. But they abandoned me.

”Your friends?” He asked and looked behind him, seeing what I saw.

”Apparently not.” Anger was noticable in my voice. Those idiots left me behind. Something I would've never done to them.

”I have a job for you.” He said, catching my attention.

My head snapped to him and my furrowed brows gave away the confusion.

”A job were your skills will come in handy.” A glum grin started playing on him as he let go of my arm. But he was standing close. Weirdly, I didn't mind. His close proxemity didn't make me uneasy.

”I already have a job, and I'm not a pick-pocketer.” I said, standing my gorund.

”Is that so?” With a swift move he grabbed my bag and yanked it of my arm.

”Hey, give that back!” I shrieked and tried reaching for my bag. But this man was built like a fucking tower. He was tall and broad. Now that I could see his body, it just made everything worse.

I got a tingling sensation between my legs. Feeling the wetness that was building up.

I never felt this with Elvis, was that saying something?

”Tell you what,” he said and raised his head from looking in my bag. ”You do this job for me-no questions asked- or I take you and your bag to the cops.” I gulped, feeling worry stir in the pit of my stomach. The cops. They could choose to tie a lot of thefts to me.

”So, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer once more.”What will it be?”

  * * *

I was in Tylers office. He was nice enough to provide me with a name at least.

I had chosen to take the job, knowing if he went to the cops, i’d be charged with enough to send me to jail.

Tyler was in a meeting, he told to me wait here. So I was sitting on an armchair, on the thirtieth floor of a massive building.

Which, apparently, he owned.

I had been sitting here for nearly thirty minutes. I didn't want to walk around and touch stuff, afraid I might accidentally break something. It all looked so expensive and fragile.

The door opened and Tyler walked in, accompanied by his friend from earlier, Noah.

They walked around and both took a seat, Tyler behind his desk and Noah beside me.

”So, what’s the job?” I asked, crossing on leg over the other.

”Eager to start, are you?” Tyler asked me with a smug grin. I matched his grin and leaned closer to the desk.

”Eager to leave, would be more accurate.” His smugness stayed, unfortunately and I knew that I would regret this emensly. But at least I didn't have to go to jail.

”It starts in a month. We will hold an event, for men only, where we always invite women. Usually we only hold these types of nights once a year and this years, was erailer today. But we’ll make the arrangements.” I stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue.

”The girls we hire are,” Tyler looked around the office before his eyes landed on me. ”Exotic dancers, there to please and do as they’re told.” My mouth fell open, my eyes going dry because I wasn't blinking. He did not just say that.

There were so many ways he could've fraced that sentence, and he went with that?

He better not expect me to be one of those girls.

”I expect you to be one of those girls,”

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest and hitting him with my hardest glare.

”That is not going to happen..” I said, emphesizing every word.

”Fine, then stay here and make yourself comfortable while I call the cops.” Tyler got up from his seat and picked out his phone. I quickly flew to my feet and went in front of him.

”No, i can still do the job, just tell me where he is and what he looks like and I’ll get you whatever it is you need. But I'm not getting undressed and sitting on his lap.” I scowled at him, hoping my words pennerated that thick head of his.

”There is no other way to get in touch with him. He’s a loaded, paranoid guy, walking around with body guards twenty-four seven. The event is the only chance you got. Unless of course,” he tilted his head to the side and looked at Noah. I looked between the two of them eagerly, my eyes wide and desperate.

”Yes? What? Anything other than that,” I said.

”Well, you could fuck him,” my face fell and I sighed, a low grunt escaping me before I could stop it.

”No, I'm not going that,” how low was I willing to stoop to stay out of prison?

I sure as hell wasn't about to give someone the one thing I had saved for a special person.

I sighed in defeat once more and shook my head. I walked over to the armchair and sat down, straightening my back as I looked up at Tyler. At first he seemed upset, angry, confused but I couldn't understand why.

”Call the cops, I’ll wait here.” And then his face relaxed.

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at his phone.

”Why don't you just get naked and dance for him? I am paying you a lot to do this,” I stared at him in disbelief.

”It isn’t just to take ones clothes of and sit on someones lap, it’s not that easy. Just because you guys pay some to do that, doesn't mean it’s easy for them either.” My voice was edgy, bordering on raging.

”And I won't do it just cause you’re paying me. I have money, plenty of it, the only reason I'm in this office is because I didn't want to go to jail. But I realize now that I knew what I signed up for, and I'm ready to take whatever pushiment is headed my way. Because ’not going to jail’ is not worth losing my dignity over.”

Tyler looked baffled, at a loss for words even.

Even though I was upset at him, I couldn't help how it also turned me on. His stance was powerful, his eyes held authority and his whole aura demanded it to be given to him.

But I wouldn't bend to his every whim, I'd rather go to jail.