Chapter 3

　　Hazel pov

　　My first thought was to run the fuck away but I knew this man, he'd go after me, peel my damned mask off even if it was against the contract and my life as I knew it would be over.

　　My body froze, but I forced my shoulders straight.

　　The mask hid half my face. He couldn't know unless I gave him a reason to be suspicious.

　　His eyes dragged over me like a slow burn, tracing every curve of the glittering outfit. "Have we met before?" His voice was low and curious.

　　I almost choked on my saliva.

　　Of all the men in this city, why him? Why tonight? What the fuck was Alan doing here?!

　　I lifted my chin as I walked deeper into the room. "If you frequent the bar, maybe," I said smoothly. "Men blur together after a while."

　　His brows pulled together.

　　Bro, just fucking let it go !

　　I slid a hand through my hair, letting it tumble over one shoulder, giving him something to look at besides my eyes.

　　"That's the point of the mask, isn't it? To keep some mystery."

　　Alan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His stare didn't waver.

　　I smirked, lowering myself onto his lap with slow, deliberate confidence. My breasts pressed against his chest as I straddled him.

　　What the fuck was happening?! I would never in a million years had thought that I'd be here with Alan fucking Wood let alone feel his hard dick press against my damn thighs.

　　His breath hitched. His hands tightened on the arms of the chair, knuckles white, like he was fighting not to grab me.

　　He finally caved, one hand sliding to my waist, the other gripping the small of my back to pin me against him. "You're playing with fire."

　　"Maybe you like fire," I whispered against his ear. My lips brushed close enough to make him shiver, even as my mind screamed at me to run.

　　His grip tightened. "You sound… familiar too."

　　My stomach twisted, but I forced a laugh. "Do I? Or are you just desperate to think you've had me before?"

　　His jaw clenched, the muscle ticking under his skin. "You're cocky."

　　I almost laughed, Alan would never talk like this ever. So this was what the devil was like when he was horny. I could feel myself seeping into his brain and so I leaned in.

　　"I'm good at my job." I leaned back just enough to drag my breasts against his chest again, watching his eyes darken. "You wanted a private show. That's what you're getting."

　　Alan's gaze roamed over me, hungry and confused.

　　His thumb stroked my hip, his control slipping with every second.

　　"I don't usually…" he trailed off, grinding his teeth.

　　"Lose control?" I offered, smirking beneath the mask.

　　His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and accusing.

　　"Maybe that's why you paid fifty grand," I said softly, lowering myself closer, my lips a breath away from his. "Because for once, you wanted someone you couldn't command."

　　His chest rose and fell fast against mine. His hand slid higher up my side, fingers pressing into my skin, desperate to anchor himself.

　　Inside, I was screaming, terrified he would recognize me but I didn't falter.

　　The eye contact was insane. His gaze pinned me in place like a damn threat, like if I flinched, he'd eat me alive. The only thing he could see behind the glitter mask were my eyes and he was holding on to that one thing.

　　His hand slid up my back and my breath hitched. I hated how good it felt. I hated how warm his palm was, how it made my skin burn under the lace.

　　My hands locked around his shoulders, digging into the firm muscle there just to stay grounded. But then I felt it.

　　The hard press of him between us.

　　Fuck.

　　He leaned in, his voice low like a sin. "I thought your boss said you don't give in to anyone."

　　I froze and my stomach dropped.

　　He brushed his lips by my ear, hot breath making my entire body tense. "So how can I believe that now?"

　　Goosebumps exploded across my arms, trailing all the way to the inside of my thighs.

　　Shit.

　　I had never thought of Alan this way. Sure I knew he was attractive as hell but he was too shit headed for me to look beyond him getting under my skin but now that he wasn't my boss anymore...

　　I got it. The reason he made all fifteen of his exes lose their shit.

　　I laughed, "maybe you're not anyone."

　　Then it all snapped.

　　His hand gripped the back of my neck and mine shot up into his hair and then we kissed like we were starving.

　　It wasn't gentle. I pulled him closer, my fingers tugging hard at his hair, hips grinding against him without thinking.

　　He groaned into my mouth, grabbing my waist.

　　My mask shifted a little but I couldn't care, I was wet and this was keeping me from losing my shit.

　　He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, forehead pressed against mine.

　　I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him again.

　　Then I slid down his chest, kissing down his neck, lower, trailing fingers along his belt.

　　His breath caught. His eyes dropped, watching every move.

　　My hands moved to his buckle. I looked up at him, lips parted, heat flooding my chest, thighs tight against his legs.

　　His jaw flexed. "You're going to fuck me up."

　　I smirked, popping his button open with a slow drag of my fingers. "That's the idea."

　　His cock was hard under my palm, thick and hot through the fabric. I worked the zipper down slow, dragging my nails just enough to tease. His eyes followed every move.

　　"You're awfully quiet for someone who paid this much," I murmured, brushing my lips against the skin just below his waistband. "Second thoughts?"

　　His hand tightened on the sheets. "No, just trying not to come in my fucking pants."

　　I smirked and kissed his hip, slow and taunting, "try harder."

　　His breath hissed through his teeth, "you're too fucking good at this."

　　"Practice," I said lightly, dragging my tongue over his skin. "I told you… I'm good at my job."

　　"You really fucking are," he muttered.

　　My hand slipped beneath the waistband, my fingers brushing the base of his cock and he twitched.

　　I glanced up, lips parted, ready to say something slick, when his hand shot out and fisted the base of my ponytail.

　　He yanked my head up fast forcing our eyes to lock.

　　Everything in me froze.His stare burned through me, my throat closed.

　　Then he said it, his voice low.

　　"Is that why you quit?"

　　I stopped breathing.

　　He tilted his head, "because you're just so fucking good your job? Hazel?"