The Billionaire’s Savior

Chapter 2

Robyn barely had time to react before the guy was cupping her chin and tilting her head up. She opened her mouth to protest, but then she saw the eyeliner in the guy’s hand and snapped it shut again. She supposed a bit of eyeliner would be okay.

The guy actually laughed, but his hand was gentle and steady when he began to line Robyn’s eyes. The edge of the pen rasped against Robyn’s skin and she bit down on her lower lip to not make a sound. It’d been way too long since she got laid if she was getting off on a stranger giving her eyeliner.

“Oh,” strange guy said, when he released Robyn’s face and studied his handiwork. “That’s much better.”

Robyn blinked a couple of times, her eyelids felt weirdly sensitive and heavy.

“Shirt,” the guy said impatiently. “Stuff it in your bag.”

Robyn did as she was told, slipping out of the shirt and stuffing it in her bag. She wasn’t sure how a white v-neck t-shirt was better than plaid, but the guy nodded with obvious approval. Then he removed one of her heavy bracelets and fastens it around Robyn’s wrist, taking half a step back to study her with narrowed eyes.

“We really need to do something about your hair,” he said, sticking his hand into one of the pockets of his double buttoned trench coat and coming up with a tube of what Robyn hoped was hair gel.

He squirted some into the palm of his hand and put the tube back in his pocket.

“Come here,” he said and Robyn was not sure what it said about her when she obediently moved closer tilting her chin down to give the guy access to her mid-length tresses.

The guy hummed under his breath while he worked the gel into Robyn’s scalp, making her hair stand up every which way, she was sure. This guy had nerve, touching her hair like this; everyone knew how black girls were sensitive about people touching their hair. It felt good though, which was a sad testament to how starved for human contact she was. Maybe she should move back to Miami, if this was what living in New York was going to reduce her to.

The guy let her go and Robyn looked up. “That’s… good,” the guy said, licking his lips. “Really… good.”

“Now, we’re good to go,” he said with a smirk, rubbing his thumb over Robyn’s lower lip.

“I’m Adam by the way,” the guy, well Adam, said as he led Robyn around the corner of a building.

“Huh,” Robyn said. “I’m Robyn.”

“Nice to meet you Robyn,” Adam said with laughter dancing in his voice and Robyn thought she should have kicked him in the nuts while she had a chance.

Suddenly Robyn could hear music coming from somewhere and then they turned another corner and the entrance to the club was right there. There were people milling about outside and Robyn was starting to understand what Adam was on about. Her plaid would not have mixed well with all this leather.

A few shouts went up when people spotted Adam and Robyn could feel their curious eyes looking her up and down. Adam exchanged greetings and good natured insults with people, all the while keeping Robyn close to his side.

“Now who’s this?” A guy in a mesh shirt that did nothing to hide the rings in his nip*les said, looking Robyn up and down.

“I’m Robyn,” Robyn said, sticking her hand out for the mesh shirt guy to shake. The guy took her hand and shook it in obvious bewilderment, exchanging a look with Adam above Robyn’s head.

“I’m Phillip,” he said, pulling his hand back slowly, exchanging another look with Adam.

“Nice to meet you Phillip,” Robyn said politely and Adam snorted with laughter. Robyn looked up at him and glared. Just because this was not her normal crowd it didn’t mean she didn’t remember her manners.

“I like you,” Adam said, eyes sparkling, and Robyn forgot to be mad at him.

The bouncer just nodded and stepped aside when Adam approached, eyes barely touching on Robyn, and then they were inside. It took Robyn’s eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim light and when they did she almost wished they hadn’t, because at first glance it was hard to tell if it was a club or an ongoing orgy. Everywhere she looked there were scantily dressed people twined around each other and she felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment down to her chest when she saw a woman with her bre*sts hanging out of her bodice. Thankfully, her complexion, brown with orange undertones, disguised her blush.

“Cool place, huh?” Adam said, and he sounded like he was laughing at Robyn again. “You want a drink?”

“Yeah,” Robyn said, even though she really couldn’t afford one. She needed a drink if she was going to survive this place long enough to find Pamela.

She darted her eyes around while Adam led them up to the bar, trying to spot Pamela in the general mayhem. With her skunk hair she shouldn’t be all that hard to find, but then it wasn’t like Pamela’s sense of style made her stand out in this crowd, where everyone was wearing leather and chains.

There didn’t seem to be a dance floor, even though the volume of the music certainly suggested there should be dancing going on. Robyn could feel the bass beat vibrating up her legs and the suggestive synthesizer tones made her teeth clatter. These people didn’t seem to need a dance floor though, twining around each other between the tables and in the booths.

Adam seemed to know everyone, shaking hands and exchanging greetings left and right. She knew she didn’t have any right, but she still curled her fingers around Adam’s belt holding on tight. Until she found Pamela, Adam was the only one she knew here, even if ‘knew’ was certainly an overstatement.