Absalom dismissed the bodyguards after they had a clean sweep of the room, telling them to wait outside the door as he walked in. As expected she was already inside the room and thankfully she was not in that horrible uniform, he didn't expect to hate it that much but he did. But as much as he hated it he was still quite pleased that it covered her up as she stood amid all those men, not that it helped though, they still wouldn't get their filthy eyes off her.
Now she was in a short red two-piece dress, and he had to admit she had the body of a goddess, she must have spent hours on end in a gym to get her ass and abs looking like that. It looked ethereal on her but she didn't understand why she had to go through the stress of wearing any other things when he was still going to take them off anyway. He didn't understand why he couldn't get his mind off of her ever since he saw her standing outside the club, and it was so bad his eyes followed her since she entered. How uncomfortable he felt and how his gaze searched for her while she went to change, he already planned on going to talk to her but when she came out in jeans and a shirt and stood behind the bar he felt annoyed.
But she was staff, it would be easy to get her into his bed then, who was the boss here again he thought. If she was a woman working in this club then she would be that type of girl, the bartender from last week was just on his lap with her breasts on display like the whore she was. He needed to do this fast and soon, get this curiosity out of his system.
"Turn around" he ordered and she did, her bright eyes unconsciously doing their scan of him and he grinned when her lips parted, of course.
"Are you just going to keep standing there?" Her bright eyes widened again, "take it off."
Charity's brows furrowed, "take what off?"
"Your clothes" he huffed, annoyed at the innocent act, and surprised by the mortified look he got in response.
"Why would I take off my clothes?"
"Why wouldn't you? Isn't that the reason you are in here?" He asked and she stepped backwards.
"I am sorry, it appears I am in the wrong room. You have the wrong girl, I am not an escort or a call girl or whatever fancy name they call this these days." She gestured between them, walking forward she tried to walk out but his grip on her arm prevented her from walking out.
"Then why are you in here, wearing that?"
Charity yanked her arm out of his and stepped back, she was beginning to feel agitated and keeping distance between them was the only thing keeping her sane, she was already a small woman but he was so muscular and much much larger than she. "Well..." she began looking down at her outfit, "it's none of your business what I wear, I am not in here for whatever it is you are thinking."
"Then why are you here?" He asked again his voice rising slightly.
"Why are you getting angry at me? I came here because Fiona told me one of the VIP customers was looking for me" Charity huffed.
"And you didn't bother to ask her why he was looking for you?" Absalom asked.
"Well because he didn't like one of the drinks I made for him? I don't know she wasn't very clear."
Absalom sighed, "so you want me to believe you came in here believing that?"
"I don't care what you believe, just step aside so I can walk out" she insisted.
But Absalom wouldn't budge he stepped forward towards her and Charity's heart began to thump harder and harder, oh my goodness, was she about to get raped?!
"I'll scream, I swear I'll scream if you come closer," she said beginning to panic, "I promise I did not come in here to have sex with you. I would never have come in here if I knew that was what was going to happen, please you have to believe me."
He stopped, "why then would you come to the club in the first place you are so opposed to this?"
"Uh... I was working? In the bar?"
"You must be naive if you think that doesn't mean the same thing, this is a sex club, all the staff do stuff like this."
"Heh?"
"Look I'll pay a hundred thousand for the nigh-" Charity's chest rose and fell in earnest, shooting fire out of those darkening eyes she held and rubbed her palm against her hip to ease the smarting.
Absalom's eyes darkened as well and it wasn't with the fiery annoyance Charity's burned with, but with a desire for pain, danger burned through those eyes and Charity rose her chin in the air even those confident was the last thing she was feeling she did it anyway.
"I told you I was not a prostitute. How dare you offer me money?"
Absalom stepped towards her and this time he was determined, walking towards her so fast it was hard for her short heeled legs to keep up with the opposite reaction, so she stumbled backwards and Absalom reached out and pulled her waist to him. Keeping her away from the ground, just like he thought, the moment she was pressed against him he felt the blood surge to the most intimate part of him and his head filled with all the places in this room he would love to take her.
What the hell was this situation?! Charity thought in panic, it was like the forces, she didn't know which ones but forces were insistent on making her do bad things this night, how could she and him end up like this? For crying out loud!
Absalom leaned upwards with Charity and spun her around, walking her forward until her front came in contact with the hard wall, pushing her hands upwards he held them up and leaned down into her ears. "Just like this, it's so easy for me to have what I want" he whispered into her ears and Charity felt hot tears flowing down her cheeks as she tried to struggle but she thought against moving, his... well it was digging into her back.
"Just- please just let me go, I swear I didn't know why I was in here please."
"But what can we do? I want only you."