Bloodbound Desires

Paycheck!

“What the f**k!”

Nora handed me my paycheck last night, and I couldn't believe I hadn't checked it until now. I’d been working half the time I usually do, and it's making me question who's really in charge of the schedule.

Xavier and I had to talk, because he’d overpaid me, I could take it. God knows I needed it, but I knew if I did, and they found out that, then I would lose my job.

Honesty was the best policy, even if I was tempted to keep quiet, I couldn’t afford to lose this job until my exam results are out, until I can officially call myself a graduate.

As I swung open the club door, Xavier stood there, catching me completely off guard. I thought I was the only one opening up. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked, his intense gaze piercing my soul, only for him to quickly avert his eyes. It's like he's an enigma, a ghost in the night. Everyone says it, and it's true - you never hear him coming or going. Some say it's creepy, but Nora and I find it sexy. Sebastian claims it's because whenever he's near, we both look at him like baby girls, as if he's our daddy and we want to please him.

Weird.

But I must admit, I do lose all senses whenever he's around.

Just as I was about to respond, he disappeared, leaving me bewildered. Suddenly, Des appeared behind me, crashing into me like he was fleeing from something.

"What's happening?" I asked, placing my hand on my hip. I managed to make it to work on time for once, but it felt like I was trapped in a madhouse instead of a club.

"I thought... never mind," he muttered, running his fingers through his hair as he hurried past me.

It was nuts.

Stupid.

Crazy.

But, there was something about Xavier that didn’t make sense. I’d never seen his fangs, but maybe they did exist. It never mattered to me before, but now my curiosity is piqued. That's why I asked her if he was working tonight. She warned me to behave.B ehave? That's not in my nature!

I had to confront Xavier about my paycheck. Everyone referred to him as Darkwood, and rightfully so, because when he looked at you, as if he was carving into your heart with a sharp knife.

The man had a stare that was unforgettable. Sometimes, I wondered if he could read our thoughts. I had mentioned this to Nora, and she agreed, but Scarlett dismissed us as crazy. Seriously, no one could maintain such intense eye contact without even blinking. It was far from normal. The thing was, every time he did it, it sent a thrill through me. I knew I shouldn't be flirting with the boss, but there was this one time when I did, and I swear he smiled. Well, his lips moved, and that was a rarity unless he was speaking.

“What’s up?” he asked as I settled into the chair in his office.

"It’s about my last paycheck," I replied.

"Not enough?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Clearly, it was a loaded question. We both knew it was too much.

"The opposite, actually. It was too much," I said, shifting uncomfortably in the plush leather chair. Normally, that chair would lull me to sleep, but tonight, I felt on edge, as if he was taunting me. And when I mentioned the paycheck, I swear I caught a hint of a smirk for a split second, confirming that he indeed knew how to smile. Ha! Scarlett owed me a hundred bucks now. She said it was impossible.

"I must admit, you're quite exceptional," he said, standing up and chuckling. "I've managed many clubs in my years, and not once has an employee informed me they were paid too much." He held onto the sides of the chair, clearly amused. I didn't know whether to swivel around and face him or let him continue. Instead, I crossed my legs, revealing my miniskirt and smooth, golden legs.

"So, this was some kind of test," I concluded, as he continued to laugh. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, and his next words sent a shiver down my spine. "I don't need to test you."

I knew, I knew. I had just been accused of s****l harassment at the casino on Friday, and now here I was on Saturday night, feeling an intense attraction towards my boss. But when your boss looked as irresistible as he did, it was hard to resist. Technically, he wasn't even my direct boss; his brother was.

My mind had been so fixated on his brother that I didn't realize Xavier had other intentions. He turned my swivel chair to face him, and my heart started racing. I could feel the anticipation building up as he inched closer, taking his sweet time. He wanted control, and he held my arms back, expecting me to make a move towards him. Xavier wanted a kiss, but only when he decided it was time.

The problem was, it felt like he was ready as he closed the distance between us, and my body ached for his touch. My heart pounded, and my breath became shallow. I couldn't feel his breath on my skin; it was as if he was holding it. Holy crap! How was that even possible? I couldn't hold my breath underwater for more than five seconds without gasping for air.

I tried to relax, understanding the game he was playing, and willingly participated. I knew that a single kiss would leave me craving for more. I closed my eyes, tilted my head slightly, and practiced patience. Finally, our lips barely touched. I knew it was about to happen. Any second now, his tongue would explore the depths of my mouth. I trembled with anticipation.

But then, without warning, he used his tongue to sensually trace my lips. He lightly brushed them, and when he finished, I couldn't help but suck my lips in, craving to taste more of him. He tasted so intoxicatingly sweet. I felt him smile, and then he went for the kill.