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7. The Elevator
Cal felt the murderous rage subside within him as he watched the doors close on the stranger. He inhaled deeply and felt his pulse slow and unclenched his fits. Relaxing his face he turned to face Gillian but was greeted by an unexpected blow to the face.
Stumbling backwards he felt the pain radiated across his cheek. He looked up and was met by Gillian's heated gaze. He was taken aback by the sheer anger written evident on her face.
Reaching out to sooth the burning sensation she had just caused he stepped towards her. He watched as she held her hand to the side, palm towards him, gesturing for him to stop. He disregarded the gesture and continued to invade her space.
"Care to explain why you just slapped me love?" he asked, cocking his head to the side to study her face.
"Don't Cal, just don't." she hissed and looked toward the floor. Gillian felt her shoulders begin to shake with an effort to control her anger.
Anger towards him.
Anger at her own actions.
She needed to get as far away from him as possible.
Far away from him, and the feelings that he invoked within her.
She watched as he stepped into her leaving no distance between them. Her anger flared and she raised her hand to slap him once more.
Cal caught her wrist mid air halting her movement. He quickly took her free hand in his and gently pushed her against the wall.
He watched as her anger bubbled inside her as he never dropped her gaze from his.
"Now Foster, that wasn't very nice." He growled slightly as he pressed the length of his body into her, his own anger beginning to surface.
Gillian's eyes narrowed and she scoffed bitterly at the use of her surname.
"Foster?" she questioned
"So we're back to that." She spat, shaking her head in disgust.
"I don't know, you tell me darling." He asked lowly. He felt her tug her hands as she tried to break free of his hold. Cal tightened his grip on her, careful not to hurt her in the process.
"Let me go, Cal." She demanded as she fought against him. She wasn't afraid, knew he would never physically hurt her. She knew he was much stronger then her and fighting him was useless.
"No." he stated simply. Taking both her writs in one of his large hands he reached behind him blindly.
Gillian felt the elevator come to a sudden halt jerking them slightly, Cal fell into her pressing her into the wall. She looked up at him in contempt.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Cal?" she asked angrily.
"We aren't leaving here until you tell me why you slapped me, and why you decided to take off with.." he stopped briefly, and swallowed the bile that had risen in his throat. Shaking his head he banished the thoughts of what the stranger could have done to Gillian if he hadn't caught up to them. "Why would you go off with that predator Gill? That pig." he queried, anger and concern evident in his tone.
Gillian could see the worry creasing his brow; while she had sobered up considerably she wanted nothing more than to lash out at him. She hated that he possessed a power over her. Hated that she wanted, nay, needed him.
"Why do you even care Cal?" she spat venomously, as she pulled against his firm grip. "I trusted you and you go and throw it in my face. Now let me go." She growled as she yanked her hands hard falling against the wall.
Cal watched kept her hands in place and watched as she stumbled backwards. He noted the anger infused in her tone, the way her small frame trebled as she tried to contain the emotions she had muddling about inside her head. He watched as she closed her eyes and threw her head back in frustration, making contact with the hard metal behind her.
" I don't know what you're talking about ," he replied, his eyes searching her face.
"Gill look at me." He requested.
She heard the pleading in his voice, suddenly feeling stupid for acting like a jealous school girl; she inhaled deeply. Lifting her gaze she was met by his intense stare.
She hated when he looked at her in the manner he now was. She felt naked and vulnerable in front of him as he eyed her carefully.
Shaking her head softly she dropped her gaze to the floor. "Just go back to poppy and we'll forget any of tonight happened. I think it's for the best." She said as she straightened her shoulders.
"Is that what this is about? That why you went off with him?" he asked already knowing the answer but needing her to confirm it.
"That is none of your god damn business. I don't have to explain myself do you." She told him as she felt her frustration increase.
What right did he have questioning her about her decisions?
"You are my business Gillian." He responded seriously. "Do you have any idea what he could have done to you?" he asked angrily.
"Do you?" he questioned again.
"I can handle myself Cal." She spat back.
Cal let out a bitter laugh and shook his head as his body now pressed hers into the wall.
"Is that what you call handling yourself darling? Being taken against a wall by some stranger while he paws at you?" He drawled cocking his head to the side.
Cal watched as she looked away; a faint blush had painted her cheeks.
"Is that what you want love?" he growled "You trying to prove you're not the good girl?" he goaded.
Gillian's eyes flashed a furry he hadn't seen before as they locked on his.
"Fuck you." She hissed. "I'll do what I damn well please." She countered as she held his gaze.
"Are you jealous Cal? Was someone playing with your toy?" she challenged. She watched the slight quirk or his lips as his eyes darkened.
"Oh did I hit a nerve?" she asked sarcastically. "Never mind I'm sure your other toy is running around here somewhere and would be happy to take care of your needs, and bruised ego." She told him darkly.
Gillian felt the cool metal against her shoulders as he pressed her more firmly into wall, gasping slightly as it made contact with her heated skin.
Cal could see she was testing him, could tell she was trying to beat him at his own game.
"I told you before. I don't want Poppy." He replied as he leered down at her.
Gillian rolled her eyes in response and thrusted her jaw out in deviance.
"She meant nothing, just a bit of fun since I couldn't have what I really wanted." He growled as he dropped his head beside her ear; letting his warm breath tickle her neck. He felt the hitch in her breathing and smiled to himself.
"And what is it that you really want Cal?" she asked as she tried to focus on the man in front of her. Gillian felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest. Setting her jaw, she bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to suppress a shudder that coursed through her body.
She hated that her body betrayed her; knew he would be able to see the desire in her eyes.
Even now when she wanted nothing more than to slap the smug look off his face, the other part of her wanted him to close the small distance between them, pin her against the wall and take her there and then. She shivered slightly as a vivid thought crossed her mind.
Cal knew she had just thrown down a challenge and he was more than willing to accept. He watched her as she got lost in thought. He smirked as her noted her dilated pupils, the way her creamy skin had flushed pink.
His eyes dipped lower and his grin broadened as he watched her breathing increase. He stood motionless for a moment as he became transfixed by the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.
Taking advantage of her dazed state, he took both her writs in one hand. He trailed his hand up the length of her up the side of her neck. Brushing his thumb across her chin he watched as she came out of her dream like state.
Cal waited until her eyes locked with his, letting her see his desire, his own arousal.
He moved his face within inches of hers never breaking eyes contact as he traced his thumb over her lower lip.
"What I want darling is you."
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