Adrianna
My skin crawls as I take Coach Daniel’s hand. It was give in or have him badgering me the entire night. He wants me to dance with him for one dance. I guess I can make it through that, even if it makes me want to puke.
“So, Adrianna. Am I finally wearing you down?”
I grind my teeth. “Not a chance in hell.”
He chuckles and yanks me against his chest. “I’ll wear you down eventually, baby girl.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap as he spins me around and then yanks me against his chest.
“Or what, Vasquez? Are you going to test out your combat training on me here in the middle of the dancefloor?”
I sway my hips to the beat, remembering my salsa training that my mother enrolled me in when I was five years old. “Perhaps.”
His nostrils flare as he spins me away. “You’re a good dancer.”
“Did you expect anything else?” I ask, as he brings me back toward him.
“No.” He tilts his head. “It seems you’re good at everything.” His eyes narrow. “But everyone has a weakness and I intend to find yours.”
I swallow hard at the threat in his tone. I don’t have a weakness as such, but I do have secrets. I don’t want him to find out, or anyone, for that matter.
My way out of the shithole of a life my parents have planned for me after graduation, which involves betraying my own family. It could all go wrong if anyone gets in the way.
“I don’t have a weakness.”
He smiles, and it’s a smile that sends butterflies beating around in the pit of my stomach. “You’re a very bad liar, Adrianna.” The way he says my name almost sounds dirty and under the influence of three glasses of wine, I’m ashamed to say that my body is heating at the look in his eyes.
There’s no denying that Archer Daniels is beautiful. God like in his appearance. Tall and muscular, but not too bulky, with dark brown eyes that look richer than chocolate.
He pulls me close again to the music, swaying us to the beat. “I can see the desire in your eyes, no matter how hard you try to resist.”
“You are wrong,” I lie.
“I’m never wrong. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
“What I have figured out is you’re an arrogant asshole.”
He spins me around, never once faltering from my barrage of insults. “I hear you don’t have a date for the winter formal.”
I narrow my eyes. “Where did you hear that?”
Coach shrugs. “Around. Is it because you are hoping to go with me, baby girl?”
I grunt in frustration. “No, I don’t want to go with anyone, and the staff can’t go to it, anyway. You’re a chaperone, for fuck’s sake.”
He pulls me close again. “I am going to dance with you the night of the winter formal.”
“You can’t make me dance with you.”
He arches a brow. “Maybe I can.”
I hate this man so much and every encounter with him makes me dislike him more. It’s hard to believe that someone can be so cocky in the face of constant rejection.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing my hand as the music stops.
“Where are we going?” I demand, as he drags me through the crowd.
“You’ll see.”
I don’t trust this man as far as I can throw him, and since he’s probably about two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle, that wouldn’t be very far. So I try to retrieve my hand from his grasp, but he holds it tight.
“Ouch, you are hurting me,” I call out.
“Then don’t try to escape.”
I sigh heavily as he leads me out the back of the club toward a staircase. “Isn’t this like off limits?”
He glances back at me, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Yes, but that’s never stopped me before.”
We walk up the stairs and into a plush room with a wall made of glass on one side, which slides back to reveal a huge suspended pool overlooking Winby town center.
It’s fancy for the town and I would have never known it was up here.
“Wow.”
“Fancy a dip?”
I shake my head. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”
His eyes flash. “Neither do I.”
I swallow hard as I realize he’s talking about skinny dipping. “No way am I going in there naked.”
He clears his throat. “Then your underwear will suffice, no?”
I glance at the crystal clear water, wishing it didn’t look so inviting. “Surely you can get in serious trouble for this.”
His eyes dance with delight. “Live a little, Vasquez.”
It’s a challenge if ever I’ve heard one, and one of my biggest flaws is I can’t turn down a challenge.
“Fine,” I say, struggling to unzip my dress at the back, but manging to get it down enough to wriggle out and drop it to the floor. “Last one in is a chicken.” I rush toward the outside, intending to bomb into the water, when a pair of strong arms lift me off my feet.
“I’m afraid that’s not fair, since I’m not even undressed yet.”
My entire body sets on fire as I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my barely clad ass. “Fine, I’ll wait.”
“Good girl,” he purrs into my ear.
And then I hear his belt drop to the floor as he steps out of his pants. And then I assume he’s taking his shirt off, but I don’t look. I fear if I do, I might back out of this entirely.