Chapter 30: Back To The Club

-Molly's POV-

The taxi pulled up just outside the club, and for a few moments, I just sat there. The drive to the club hadn’t been long, but my bravery was waning quickly. The last time I was here, I was with Jean-Pierre. For all his failings, the fact that he took control allowed me to ignore my nervousness and just do it.
But now that this was all on me, I wasn’t sure if it was brave enough to go in.
“That’s your door, girl,” the driver said in French.
I stared at him blankly while my mind slowly translated what he said.
“Oh! Merci,” I replied with a forced smile before shoving myself out of his car.
I didn’t need a witness to my struggles.
“Come on, Molly,” I snapped at myself in disgust. “Now is not the time to chicken out.”
My heart pounded, and my knees were a little weak. But I forced myself forward toward the door. Before I could even touch it, the big metal thing burst open, letting a few couples spill out laughing and giggling. I was forced to take a step backward or risk being hit by the door.
One gentleman spotted me and stopped in his tracks. His eyes took me in for a moment before he spoke.
“Are you alright, my dear?” he spoke in rapid-fire French.
“Oui,” I replied as I slowly tried to formulate my response in French. “I am here to see...”
What was the title the man Laurent used for himself? I felt my confidence slowly slip away as I tried and failed to remember the proper term for Scott.
“Never mind,” I finally replied in English, not caring if he could understand me.
I spun on my heel and began to walk away. There was no way I could do this if I drew a blank on a simple thing as his title. Maybe I had been wrong the whole time. I might have been jumping without looking again. Only this time, Scott wouldn’t be there to help me.
"Molly!"
I ignored the voice calling for me at first, thinking I was just hearing things due to how much I wanted it to be Scott.
"Molly, wait!" The voice shouted again.
I paused and looked over my shoulder, trying to figure out who was calling me. I had fully expected it to be some random person I knew.
"Scott?" I asked in shock.
I had to be making a complete fool of myself. I thought as I tried to rationalize what was going on. Scott was standing right outside the club door with only a single dim streetlight to illuminate him. His face was completely cloaked in shadows, with the light only touching his blond hair, giving him a slight golden halo. He should have looked angelic, but he didn't. Scott looked devastatingly handsome, like wicked temptation come to life designed to capture my soul. But I was helpless to resist it.
I couldn't see his eyes, but the goosebumps on my skin told me his eyes were right on me. They were caressing my body like his hands and mouth had last night... like I wanted them to touch me again.
A shiver crawled up my spine, and I felt my body respond to his gaze... as well as my imagination.
"What are you doing here, Molly?" Scott asked, breaking the fantasy.
I swallowed hard, trying to get my tongue working once more. "H-how did you know I was here?" I countered.
He lifted his arm and pointed to a small camera that watched over the door. I nodded in understanding, feeling a little foolish that I hadn't thought of that.
"You didn't answer my question, though. What are you doing here?" Scott reiterated.
He took a few steps toward me, moving from one streetlight to another. His face was finally visible, but the effect of his eyes was no less powerful.
"I-I--" I tried to say what was on my mind.
My thoughts swirled around the words that I knew I should say. I wanted to say the words; I KNEW I wanted to say them. They just kept getting stuck in my throat.
Scott stopped right in front of me. I waited for him to say something, to take control... because that's what I wanted him to do. He had to know why I was here. Why did I need to say the words out loud?
But Scott didn't say anything as he watched and waited for me to speak up.
"I thought about yo-your offer..." I began.
My voice was quiet and hesitant, but I was talking. I silently patted myself on the back for that.
"And what have you decided?" Scott asked.
I swallowed hard and nodded nervously. I wet my lips, trying to find a way to speak again. It didn't help that his eyes zeroed in on my mouth, following the path of my tongue. The heat in his eyes made my body burn, and my mind started to melt.
"You need to tell me, Molly," Scott told me in a husky voice that I felt all the way to my toes.
I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes. Deep inside them was a swirl of hope and a dark, erotic promise if I said yes.
I couldn't let him down. No matter how difficult it was to speak up, I would get the words out just to make him happy.
"Yes," I whispered.
Scott stepped closer, his eyes blazing with need as he continued to stare at my mouth.
"Yes, what, Molly? Be specific. I want to hear you say the words," Scott demanded.
His tone was firmer and deeper as desire poured out of him and into me. He reached up and gently cupped my face. His thumb sat on the corner of my mouth so close to my lips that the next time I licked them, I gently swiped at his skin.
"Tell me," Scott demanded.
"Yes... I will be your sub," I finally managed to answer, even if it came out as a slight whisper.
A greedy, wicked smile parted his sexy lips as he purred. "Good."
Scott's free arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me tight against his body. His head dipped slowly, and my heart began to pound as his lips grew closer.
"Mine," he growled before taking my lips.
If his husky growl of possessiveness hadn't already taken my breath away, his kiss would have done it. It was hard, passionate, and all-consuming as its power swept through me and fanned the flames into a blazing bonfire of need.