AYBE I COULDN’T have handled the situation in the club on my own. Not without him stepping in. I would most likely have lost my job there either way. That didn’t make me any less angry about it.
When he flashed the hard glint in his eyes, coupled with that easy ‘I can do anything’ smile, I kind of stopped thinking altogether. And the sheer size of him. Every part of him. My breath caught. All thought froze and drifted like lace to the floor.
Apart from my fevered brain speculating about what was in his pants, okay? Let’s put that out there and get it right out of the way. I admit it, alright? It’s not a secret and I’m not ashamed of what I thought. He was huge in every sense, it was obvious. I mean, really obvious.
Despite my complete lack of any experience — I have none. Zip. Nada. You could say I’ve avoided it. You might think it’s avoided me. Maybe I’d say it was mutual. I thought there would be a time when it would be perfect. Now I know there won’t. There it is — Okay, leaving my almost complete inexperience on one side, I have what you would have to call a really filthy mind. I mean, really. Don’t even go there.
So, yes. Definitely. I had registered the considerable ridge forming inside the front of his pants. It looked like a mountain range from above. If when you stared at a mountain range it uncoiled and thickened. Straightened and lengthened itself.
My throat dries just thinking about it. That thing could have subdued the whole barroom all on its own. If it cracked out of the front of his pants like it looked like it was about to, then slammed on the table in front of him, I’m damned sure everyone in the room would have stopped to catch their breath. Then sat back down.
Nobody’s going to argue with a thing like that. Although my mind by then was already playing with ways I might wrestle with it. Or climb it. Or just see if I could fit the whole thickness of it into my mouth. It would be a stretch just to get my lips around it. But then, with care and relaxation, I thought should be able to swallow it all the way down to my belly button. Breathing could be tricky. But I always thought breathing could be over-rated.
Meanwhile, back at the riot. There had never been any trouble in HornDogz, not that kind. A little brawl now and then, but after, the bikers and truckers would just grin and bro hug. They’d all buy each other another drink and go straight back to how they were before.
But there hadn’t ever been a night like that one. Not since I was working there. But then, there were never crowds of big, entitled, mega-rich loudmouthed douches in among the regulars either so, hey. Go figure.
HornDogz was always noisy, but there was a rhythm, a kind of a tune to the noise. You got used to it and you could hear a trucker telling you what he’d like to do in the back of his cab at the same time you hear a drinks order from three tables away. As soon as the barged in the doors, that bunch of whooping, entitled show-offs made a noise that didn’t fit. Like a spurt of little dogs with no training. You could see tension spread out across the room as their yaps stabbed everybody’s ears and jabbed into their space.
When he showed up was just when the trouble was about to kick off. You could feel it like a current, like a flow of invisible lava through the room. Invisible. Hot. And deadly.
But he made it all stop. He had that power. I should have known who he was. And that’s where it’s all my fault. If like anybody else on the planet, I didn’t have my nose jammed in textbooks and my eyes stuck in papers and exams, if I knew gave as much as one little thought to the world around me, I wouldn’t have let him near me. Not that near.
I’d never let anyone that near me before.
Now I don’t want anybody else. And I can’t have him. And I have to have somebody else. A man I cannot stand to breathe the same air with.
The sexiest man in the world wanted to fuck me senseless, but I knew that if he did, he’d discard me straight afterwards just like all the others. So instead I have to marry the most disgusting man in the world.
So, yeah. Thanks, Prince Hugo.