Thanks, Krismom for beta'ing for me. She's the goods.
"....Now if you think for one fucking second you can come here and treat me with the contempt you have and somehow guilt me into feeling like a monster, you can go fuck yourself."
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SPOV
I am so fucking over this shit. I signaled the waitress who came over immediately. I asked for the check and stared the blood sucker down while it was retrieved. When she came back, I indicated to her to wait right there while I signed the slip in the sleeve and handed it back to her. I slid off of my bar stool, snatched up my purse and watched him get off of his own stool. I noticed that he was going for his wallet so I snapped, "Hold it," and held my hand up for good effect. "So we don't have an instant reply of the crap you pulled last time, it's been paid for by my tab!" He looked a combination of confused and pissed. He didn't appear to get the message, so I spat, "Should you continue to feel the need to throw money around like it's confetti, I suggest you donate it to the local animal shelter or maybe Darfur. At least then it's tax deductible!"
With that being said, I spun on my heel and stalked out of the bar and into the hotel lobby. I did a great job resisting the urge to run or throw something at his head, both of these desires were equal at this point, and waited on my elevator to arrive. I got in, hit the door close button and before I could finish turning around Mr. High and Mighty had slid in sideways through the closing doors and stared down at me expectantly. Oh hell no. "Mr. Northman, get off my elevator." It was a command. I was seething at this point and this cold bastard was invading my space.
"What are you talking about?" he hissed.
"I'm pretty sure you're not staying in this hotel tonight and I am. Therefore I request that you get the fuck off my elevator."
"What are you doing?"
Is this fucktard for real? "What do you mean what am I doing? I'm standing on an elevator to nowhere because you won't get off of it!"
"No, I mean, why are you leaving?"
"I'm not leaving. You told me to go fuck myself and that's what I'm doing!" The bastard licked his lips. Ugh, yuck. "No, Mr. Northman, I do not mean that literally. You said your schpeel, gave me leave to fuck off and that is exactly what I am doing. The interview is over, I'm done. I'll write something more interesting than this bullshit. Maybe it will be 3,000 words on how to pick your nose? That should prove to be more in depth than this disaster of an idea."
"How did you know about what I did regarding the tab last time?"
Ruh roh. Play stupid while you think of something clever. "Uhm, oh, that. The waitress made it a point to ask me to thank you last time."
"Oh really, didn't the hotel bar close shortly after we left?"
"I guess."
"When did you have a chance to even see her?"
"When I checked out the next morning."
"At 10:00 a.m.?"
"Sure."
"Ms. Stackhouse, the hotel bar does not open until 2:00 p.m. in the afternoon. The wait staff would not be here at 10:00 a.m."
Plan B. Run like hell! I pushed the button to get me to my floor. If I could somehow get to my door and get inside of it, maybe that would work. This needed to end now. Once the doors opened I walked off the lift and down to my room. I slid my key out of my pocket and got to my door as quickly as I could. But Mr. Frosty was faster. He slid in front of my door and blocked my access to the card slot. "Mr. Northman, enough. Please move."
"I'm not going anywhere until you agree to answer my questions." He looked sexy as hell. I refused to look him in the eye, so instead I gazed over the glorious body that stood in front of me. He had one ankle over the other foot, all cool and relaxed. His narrow waist was slightly exposed because his sweater had ridden up due to his arms being straight out and blocking the door. His jacket was in his right hand which was presently blocking the door frame. He looked down at me expectantly and his eyes seemed to bore holes in my skull. I am so screwed.
"Fine, but will you leave me alone after that?" He arched an eyebrow and nodded.
I shooed him out of my way and unlocked my hotel room door. I walked in and flicked on the lights, tossed my purse onto the desk and turned to see where he'd gone. He was still standing in the door way, in the same position as before he let me shoo him away. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you just going to stand there? I'd like the door shut, preferably with you on the other side of it, but shut it nonetheless."
He narrowed his gaze at me and his voice dropped in tone, "Invite me in Ms. Stackhouse." He smirked.
"Mr. Northman, if this is your fucked up idea on foreplay, you can cut it out now. I'm not in the mood for you or your bullshit and if I am going to be stuck tolerating it much longer, I need you to cut it out."
"Invite me in."
"Why?"
He gave it up, for now. He dropped his arms, cut the eye sex and responded in a normal fashion, "Because vampire cannot come in unless you invite them," and then he did a hand gesture to indicate now would be a good time for me to do so.
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. I actually had to grip the back of the desk chair beside me to keep from falling over. The asshole had cornered me in an elevator and actually gotten me to the point where I'd be willing to answer a few more of his questions, in my room no less, in exchange for his promise to leave me alone once completed and he was dumb enough to let me into said room without any insurance policy. This was hilarious. I worked very hard to stifle my laughter enough so that I could form words. "So, Mr. Northman, if I don't let you in, the most you can do is stand at the doorway?"
He was miffed and I think his ego was a bit bruised. "Yes."
"Seriously?"
"Serioulsy."
I stopped laughing at him, but couldn't help my smile. I sauntered over to the door and he took a step back as I approached. I put my hand on the door frame and the other on the door and looked him up and down. Then I leaned in to him and said, "Well, Mr. Northman, by all means," as I took a step backward and promptly slammed the door shut. Problem solved.