Unsuitable

Zayn’s “Like I Would” is pumping through the club. I have a drink in my hand. And I’m totally feeling out of my element.

I’ve never really been a party girl. Having a younger brother to care for meant nights out were a rarity for me.

Honestly, I’m kind of ready to go home. My feet ache, and I’m tired. Plus, I’ve got work in the morning. But Cece’s enjoying herself, and I don’t want to be a party pooper.

We went to a few bars before coming to this club, which I’ve totally forgotten the name of.

Cece’s just at the bar, getting more drinks. I tip my head back, checking on her, and see she’s chatting with some guy who’s in line next to her.

He looks cute.

I finish the last of my drink and put the glass down on a nearby table.

Then, I get this weird prickly feeling on the back of my neck, like someone’s watching me. It’s been happening to me all night.

I spin my head around, looking, but I can’t spot anything—or should I say, anyone watching me. Not that I could tell in this place anyway. It’s packed. I rub a hand over the back of my neck, easing the sensation away.

Honestly, I’m starting to think I’m going mad.

I glance back at Cece. She looks to be in deep conversation with the cute guy.

Deciding I need the toilet, I catch her eye and mouth, Restroom break, to her.

She points to the floor, telling me she’ll be there when I get back.

I give her a thumbs-up and then head in the direction of the ladies’ toilets.

I make my way through the throng of people and head down the corridor to the restroom. The sign at the end of the hallway points an arrow to the left for men and right for women and disabled.

It’s kind of eerie here. The lighting is shitty, and the bass is thumping off the walls, making it feel like a scene out of a Z-list horror movie.

Reaching the end of the hall, I turn right, and my steps falter as my heart picks up pace.

Kas.

He’s standing near the disabled restroom, his shoulder leaning up against the wall.

He’s wearing blue jeans and a white shirt. His shirtsleeves are rolled up, showing his gorgeous forearms—I might have a thing with his arms—and his hair is loose and tucked behind his ears.

He looks amazing.

But, whatever, I don’t care.

What I do care about is what he’s doing here.

“What are you doing here?” I echo my thoughts.

He pushes off the wall, so he’s standing upright. “Hello to you, too.”

I give him a look. “Hello. Now, what are you doing here?”

He tilts his head to the side. “I needed to use the restroom.”

“I meant, the club. But, whatever, the men’s room is back that way.” I thumb in the direction of it.

A smile tips the corners of his lips up. He folds his arms around his chest. The fabric of his shirt tightens around his biceps, and the veins in his forearms are visible…and looking very lickable.

But I don’t care.

Yeah, sure, you don’t, Daisy.

“Where’s your date?” he asks.

I have a sudden flash of guilt, my heart jumping, but suspicion quickly takes over.

I narrow my gaze on him. “How did you know I had a date tonight?”

He shrugs those amazing shoulders of his. “I’m the boss. I hear things.”

“Well then, you should know that my date was canceled because your horses got loose, and my date had to go round them all up.”

“Yeah. Shame that.”

Mother…effer.

“You sound real cut up about it.”

The corners of his lips lift, as does his shoulder.

My eyes narrow further. “It was you, wasn’t it? You let the horses out.” It’s not a question. I know he did. I can see it in his eyes.

Bastard.

He gives me an affronted look, but that bastard smile is still on his lips. “And why in the world would I have done that?”

“Who knows?” I throw my hands up. “To ruin my night? To piss me off? Who knows why you do the stuff you do? Probably because you get off on making my life miserable.”

Or he was jealous.

Over me?

Not likely.

I let that thought flitter away into the darkness.

He stares at me for a long moment before saying in a low, throaty voice, “Trust me, Daisy, when I say that what gets me off definitely isn’t making you miserable.”

Oh…wow.

But I don’t let his words affect me. I keep my expression fixed and my anger flowing. “No? So, you just like to make me miserable for fun then.”

Something changes in his expression, and his eyes drift away from me. “Do I really make you miserable?” His voice is uncharacteristically quiet.

I tighten my arms around myself. “Maybe not miserable…but I wouldn’t exactly say that you brighten my day either.”

Well, apart from when you were kissing me. But then you went and ruined that.

He shifts on his feet. “I don’t mean to be an arsehole to you.” His eyes come back to mine, and there’s something earnest about his expression.

“So then, don’t be,” I say softly.

He sighs, his eyes lifting to the ceiling. “It’s not that easy.”

“It’s as easy or as hard as you make it.”

His eyes flash back down to mine. “You make it hard.”

Fire ignites in my belly. “You know what? Fuck you, Kastor Matis!” The words are out before I can stop them.

“Did you just say that you wanted to fuck me?”

My eyes slice to his. His face is serious, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes.

The bastard is making fun of me.

“No.” I grit my teeth. “You know exactly what I meant.” I drop my arms, putting my hands on my hips. I let out a sound of exasperation. “God, can you just stop being such a twat?”

There’s a moment of silence.

Then, in a deadly serious voice, he asks, “Did you just call me a…twat?”

My heart bangs hard against my rib cage. Then, I steel my spine. Defiantly tipping my chin up, I say, “Yes, I did. Because you are acting like a twat.”

He stares at me for the longest time. His face is perfectly blank.

Then, I see his lips twitch, and he bursts into laughter.

Full-on belly laughter.

I’ve heard Kas laugh before but nothing like this. It’s a beautiful, infectious sound. Before I know it, I’m laughing, too, and it feels good.

“I can’t believe you called me a twat,” he says between laughs.

“Well, you deserved it.” I chuckle.

He wipes his eyes. “Yeah, you’re right; I did.”

Our laughter has ceased, and now, we’re just staring at each other. Eyes caught on eyes.

Something changes in the air between us. It’s like the laughter cleared the anger away, and all that’s left behind is pure chemistry and heat. And it seems to be strengthening in its intensity with each passing second, drawing me to him.

My pulse starts to beat in my ears. My skin is tingling. My stomach is coiling and tightening.

Kas’s gaze slides down from my eyes to my mouth.

I lick my lips, like an automatic response.

I watch as his eyes heat and flare.

My whole body sets ablaze under his hot stare. If I were ice cream, I’d be melting right now.

Jesus Christ, stop being such a girl, Daisy.

I wrap my arms around my chest. The movement seems to bring him back to the now.

He drops his arms and slides his hands into his front jeans pockets.

“Who are you here with?” I say for want of something to say.

“Friends.”

“I didn’t realize you had any—aside from Jude, that is.” I give a saccharin smile.

“Funny.” But he’s not smiling. Instead, his eyes are making their way down my body, and he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole.

I have to suppress the urge to press my thighs together.

His eyes lift back to mine. “You look incredibly beautiful tonight.”

His words take me aback. And I resent how happy they make me feel.

I hate how he can lift me up and cut me down so easily.

“Yeah, but just not good enough for you.” I immediately want to smack myself in the face. I hate that I said those words and how pathetic and weak they make me sound.

“What?” He rears back, like I hit him.

“Nothing. Forget I said anything. I’m going now. Have a good night, Kas.”

I move past him, and he catches my arm, holding me at his side.

“You want me to forget the fact that you think you’re not good enough for me?”

“I never said I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

His brows crash together so hard that I’m surprised it doesn’t give him a headache. “You think I think that? That you’re not good enough for me?”

Looking away from him, I give a slight lift of my shoulder.

“That’s fucking bullshit.” His words are so vehement that my gaze swings back to his. “I’m not good enough for you, Daisy. You deserve a good man, a better man…and that’s not me.”

His words shock me to my core.

I stare into his black eyes—searching for what, I’m not sure—but I must find it because something breaks inside me.

I press my palm to his face. His eyes close against my touch.

“I don’t care,” I whisper. “I want you.”

A shudder runs through him. He tugs me into his side, sliding his arm around my back, holding me close to him. He presses his forehead to mine and exhales a shaky breath. “Fuck, baby.” His breath tickles and teases my lips.

I want to kiss him, but I also know what happened last time we did kiss.

His chin dips, bringing his mouth closer to mine.

Our mouths are millimeters apart. All I’d have to do is lean in, and our lips would be touching.

Is that what I want?

Sense tells me, No. But my body screams, Yes!

“I have to kiss you,” he breathes over my lips.

His other hand moves to my head, cradling it, as his body turns into mine.

And then he kisses me.

Soft and gentle at first. Featherlight kisses.

But then his tongue sweeps over my lower lip, and the spark between us ignites like a lit match on gasoline.

His fingers tangle into my hair while he continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue.

He tastes like beer and mints and something so uniquely him, and it turns me on like nothing before.

Breaking from my mouth, he drags his thumb down my lower lip, his eyes fixed on it. “All I’ve been able to think about for days is this gorgeous mouth.”

I shiver with need.

But then that small voice in the back of my head asks, So, why did you leave the other day? And why have you stayed away since?

But I don’t say the words because I don’t want to lose this moment. I want him to keep kissing me. I want him to keep making me feel the way he is. Like no one has ever made me feel before. Like he needs to kiss me more than he needs air.

He captures my lips with his again and sucks on my tongue. A bolt of lust shoots between my legs, making me pant and squirm.

In this moment, I want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before.

A scream of laughter breaks us apart. My head jerks to the side, and I see a group of giggling girls falling out of the ladies’ restroom.

My eyes come back to Kas. His eyes are glazed with lust, his lips swollen from my kiss.

Seeing him like this gives me a sense of satisfaction.

His lip lifts at the corner into the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen, and then he grabs my hand and yanks me into the disabled restroom. He pushes the door shut and locks it.

I hear the giggling girls pass by, and then it’s quiet. Only the thumping sound of the music from the club and our shallow breaths are heard.

Kas is staring at me. The look in his eyes almost undoes me.

No one has ever looked at me like he is right now.

Like I’m all he can see.

I lift a hand to his face, touching my thumb over the corner of his mouth.

His eyes close at my touch.

Then, his eyes flash open. He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand from his face, and pushes me back up against the door. His mouth comes down hard on mine, and he starts to kiss me with even more need and ferocity than before.

There’s nothing finesse about this kiss. We’re basically fighting each other for space.

His hand cups my shoulder, moving down my side. His fingers lightly graze the curve of my breast, making my nipples harden. Finally, his hand reaches my hip, and he grips ahold of it. His fingers bite into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.

I snake my arm around his neck, tangling my fingers into the hair at the nape. It’s the first time I’ve touched his hair, and it’s as soft as I thought it would be.

Kas jams his other hand into my hair. Pulling back slightly, he stares down at me. His eyes are black and shining with desire. He’s never looked more beautiful than he does in this moment.

His teeth drag over his lower lip. It’s such a slow and deliberate move that everything inside me clenches. I shiver.

He grins, like he knows exactly the effect he has on me.

Then, he tips my head to the side and covers my mouth with his.

He presses his lower body into mine, and I feel the length and hardness of him against my belly.

I love that I can make him hard from just a kiss.

My other hand moves around his back. I slide my hand lower and slip it into his back pocket. I grip his arse, bringing him in even closer.

He groans into my mouth. The sound is so sexy that I feel like I could come from just hearing it.

He bites on my lower lip, and then his tongue comes out to lick away the sting. It’s incredibly hot.

Then, his mouth moves across my jaw to my ear. “I want you so fucking badly, it hurts.” His voice is hoarse with excitement, and I feel the sound deep inside.

His lips move down my neck, kissing a sweet path back to my mouth. He stops, his lips hovering over mine.

“So, have me,” I whisper.

A flash of something moves through his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was fear.

He shuts his eyes on a shallow breath, and then his mouth is back on mine.

I feel feverish. Needy and wanting.

It’s been a long time since I last had sex. Close to two years. And that was with Jason, the fuckwit, back when I didn’t know what a lying, deceitful bastard he was.

But, even then, I never felt this good with him.

It’s like Kas is in every part of me, touching all of me, and I still want more.

I suck on his tongue, and he shudders.

Feeling decidedly brave and wanting him like I’ve never wanted anyone before in my life, I slip my hand from his back pocket and slide it around to his front. I take a deep breath and then move my hand lower, palming the hard length of him through his jeans.

I feel his whole body lock up tight.

His eyes close, and his hands leave me, pressing up against the door above my head, caging me in.

He isn’t moving or saying anything. But he isn’t moving away either, so I take it that what I’m doing is okay.

Curling my fingers around the length of him, I start to move my hand up and down.

“Fuck…” he groans, sounding almost agonized.

I stare up into his face. His lips are pinched, his brows drawn together.

I stop moving my hand, unsure if he wants this.

His eyes flash open. The heat in them is unmistakable.

He wants this.

I reach up on my tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his lips. His hand drops from the wall and cups my face as his tongue runs along the seam of my lips, asking for entrance. I part them, and he moans low as he slips his tongue into my mouth.

I start moving my hand again, and he deepens the kiss.

His other hand comes down from the wall and cups my shoulder. Fingers moving downward, he brushes the strap of my dress off my shoulder, letting it fall. Then, he tugs the front of my dress down at one side, exposing my bra.

His thumb brushes over my hard nipple, making me shiver.

Needing to feel more of him, I reach for the hem of his shirt. Lifting it, I start to slide my hand underneath.

The next thing I know, the hand that was on my breast is now gripping my wrist, stopping its ascent.

I blink my hazy eyes, confused.

When they lock onto his, I see the same look in them that I saw the last time we kissed, and my body goes cold.

Pushing back from me, Kas drops my arm, like I just burned him.

His hands drive into his hair. His eyes catch mine. There’s regret and a whole lot of other emotions in them. None of them are good, and I instantly feel sick.

“I…I…” He’s struggling for words, and I’m dying inside. Then, he delivers his final blow. “I can’t do this with…you.”

Before I can get out a word, he’s moving me aside, unlocking the door, and striding through it.

Gone in seconds.

Again.

I don’t believe this.

“I can’t do this with…you.”

Tears spring to my eyes.

I pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger.

Don’t you dare cry over a man, Daisy. Don’t you fucking dare.

I blow out a breath and exhale another, fighting back the tears.

God…I can’t even…

How could he do this to me again?

How could I have let him?

What the hell is wrong with him?

Never mind him. What the hell is wrong with me?

I need to have more dignity than this.

I do have more dignity than this.

Shame on me for falling for his shit again.

I have no one else to blame but myself.

Kiss me once, shame on you.

Kiss me twice, shame on me.

Dropping my hand from my face, I move over to the mirror.

My bra is showing, my lips are kiss-swollen, my face is flushed, and my hair is messed up from where Kas’s hands were in it.

The sight makes me want to cry again.

Biting my lip, I tug my strap up, covering myself.

I can’t believe I let him do this to me again.

Jesus. How stupid am I?

I must have dumb bitch written all over my face. I mean, Jason saw it written there.

I thought I’d cleaned it off.

But, apparently not, because Kas thinks he can screw with me, too.

I just don’t get it.

What does he get from this?

It’s not like we’ve had sex.

Or am I just a game to him?

Is this how he gets his rocks off—messing with the pretty, poor little girl who’s so desperate for attention that she’ll let her boss feel her up in a public restroom?

Pain lances across my chest. I press my hand to it.

I’m so weak and stupid.

I hate that he can hurt me in this way.

And I hate even more that I let him.

I might be angry with Kas. But I’m angrier with myself for being so stupid.

I was stupid over a man before, and that cost me everything.

I won’t be stupid again.

I’m not some toy to be played with.

Screw Kastor Matis and his mind games.

I’m done.

If he ever tries to kiss me again, I’m going to knee him in the balls.

Well, maybe not actually knee him in the balls because that’s assault and a surefire way to end up back in prison. But I’ll imagine kneeing him in the balls while I give him the middle finger.

Screw Kastor Matis and his screwed up self.

I don’t need his crap. I already have problems of my own without him bringing more to the party.

As far as I’m concerned, Kas no longer exists. He’s invisible to me.

And Mr. Matis only exists inside my place of work.

He’s playing games with me, playing me for a fool. He thinks I’m naive and needy.

Maybe I was. But no more.

I won’t let him get away with treating me like an idiot anymore.

He tries to come near me again, and he’ll find out just exactly what Daisy Smith is really made of.

And, with my renewed sense of purpose and the realization that I’ve been gone quite a while and that Cece is probably getting worried, I walk out of the restroom and back into the noise of the club.