“I am not letting you walk home, at three in the morning, in LA!” he yelled running after her.

“I told you I wanted nothing to do with you!” Regina replied without turning around.

“Too bad, you’re gonna ride with me,” he said grabbing her from behind. She was surprised as he turned her around and flung her over his shoulder. She was so surprised that it took her a minute to realize she should start struggling. But she finally did. She screamed and kicked at him with all her might, but it didn’t do much to stop him because of his size. As he walked back over to the guys he called, over Regina’s screams,

“Swifty, drive, back to the hotel, I’ll take her home in my car when we get there.” Swifty jumped into the car and the rest of the guys backed up to allow Eminem to stuff Regina into the back seat.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just drop her at home?” Kuniva asked as he got into the car and looked back at Eminem and Regina struggling.

“Yeah I’m sure! Ouch, that fucking hurt!” he exclaimed holding his hand and looking a spot on his finger.

“Good, now let me out!” she yelled at him as the rest of the guys piled in. The door slammed shut.

“Last chance Em!” Swifty called out.

“Just go!” he called. When he said this Regina dove at him with a fresh attack, but he grabbed both of her arms and pressed her down on the seat.

“Just knock it off!” he screamed. She was small but she was fast, he had to give her that. There was no way she was going to get away from him, pressed under his hands, he was a lot heavier than her and stronger too. So she starred away from him, breathing heavily, trying not let her anger spill out of her mouth.

“About damn time, now if I let you up, will you stop screaming and trying to hit me?” he asked. She looked up at him defiantly.

“Well?” he asked.

“Fine, just let me up!” she said. He loosened his grasp on her arms and let her up. She yanked away from him and pressed herself against the window. Everyone was quiet on the way to the hotel. It seemed as though the silence was a person in itself seated in that car with them.

Swifty pulled up in front of the hotel and waited. He turned in his seat to look back at Eminem.

“Well, we’re here.”

“All right, come on Regina,” Eminem said crawling out of the backseat and opening the door. He hopped out and waited for Regina who climbed out quickly.

“See you tomorrow?” Bizarre asked.

“Yeah, I’ll call you in the morning to see what’s going on,” Eminem said quickly before waving to the rest of the guys and closing the door. They all muttered their good nights and waved before Swifty pulled away.

“So where is your car?” Regina asked. It was the back entrance of the hotel she noticed, and she considered that they must have come back here so he wouldn’t be recognized.

“It’s parked, I have to get my keys, they’re in my room,” he said going towards the back entrance.

“All right, I’ll wait here,” Regina replied folding her arms and standing beside the door.

“No, you’ll come upstairs, so you won’t go running off and getting murdered,” he replied grabbing her arm and steering her in the door.

“You know, you got to work on your manners!” she spat yanking her arm away from him.

“What the hell is your problem!” he asked as they went to the elevator.

“You! I don’t like you, and you just lost me my job! That’s my problem.” She said annoyed as he pressed the up button.

“You’d think you’d be grateful that I got you out of there and you didn’t have to walk home at three in the morning!” he shouted at her.

“For your information I didn’t ask for your help! And I didn’t ask for your opinion!” she snapped as the elevator clanked open. They stepped in at the same time and the doors closed.

“What floor sir, miss?” the elevator man asked.

“Twenty, the suite,” Eminem replied handing the man the key car.

“Very good sir,” he replied swiping the card on the keypad before handing it back to Eminem.

“I don’t wait for people to ask for my opinions,” he said stubbornly.

“Obviously. Do me a favor, the next time you want to butt in, don’t!” she replied irritably.

“What is the big deal! That job was awful! I was doing you a favor!”

“It was the only job I could get that allowed me to go to school at the same time, and keep that apartment.” Regina replied annoyed shifting her arms slightly.

“Yeah that little shit hole you call a place to live?” he asked.

“It’s what I can afford! And you know what, what the hell am I doing, I don’t have to explain myself to you!” she said throwing her arms down at her sides and glaring at him. The elevator man stood still, at his keypad, waiting and pretending not to hear the conversation as was expected of him.

“Tell me, if you saw someone, getting treated like a piece of crap at their job, would you say something or not?” Eminem asked the elevator man. He was taken off guard by the question, but figured he better answer.

“I don’t think it would really be my place sir,” he replied.

“Thank you!” Regina said turning around in place.

“Even if they were treating that person like a piece of shit, paying them shit and giving them shit hours, you wouldn't say anything?” Eminem challenged.

“Sir, that is their choice, not mine to make. Plus, sometimes people need the job, no matter how bad it is,” the elevator man replied as they came to the floor. Regina and Eminem argued for a few more minutes until the elevator man cleared his throat.

“Sir, miss, your floor.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said as they exited the elevator. The doors closed and Regina looked around. They were in the largest suite she’d ever seen.

“Are you going to come in or what?” he asked.

“No, I’ll wait here,” she replied leaning against the wall by the elevator opening. He rolled his eyes at her and walked away towards the bedroom to get his keys.

She stood there, leaning against the wall and laid her head back, closing her eyes and thinking about what had happened that night. It made her blood boil. She hated him, she really did. She was screwed, what was she going to do now? She needed that job, how was she going to pay for school and the rent? Finding a job in LA was impossible, even a low paying crap job like that. Maybe if she showed up, and begged Lou for her job she could get it back. What the hell was wrong with him! Why couldn’t he have just keep his mouth shut.

“Hey! By the way, I want my notebook back!” she yelled as she picked her head up and opened her eyes. He was standing less than two inches from her face. She jumped out of her skin.

“Think you could yell a little louder?” he asked glaring at her.

“Get out of my face and get my notebook,” she said trying to push him away but he was lightning fast and pinned her arms against the wall.

“Dammit, let me go!” she yelled, struggling fiercely.

“Why are you always so quick to push me away?” he asked.

“Always? Always? What the hell, do you mean, always?” Regina forced out between her struggles.

“When ever I touch you, you want to get away,” he said looking at her intently, watching her struggle.

“We haven’t known each other long enough for you to be using the word always. And I want to get away from you because I hate you! You’ve been in my life for one day and already you’ve fucked it all up!” she said, struggling to catch her breath.

“Like I said before, you are beautiful when you’re angry,” he said watching her intently.

“I’m covered in food and soda stains, how can I, look, that’s not the issue here. I want to go home,” she said annoyed, trying to lift her arms again, but he still wouldn’t let her up.

“I don’t care,” he replied.

“Just get off me, I swear to god, if you don’t let me go,” her words were cut short with his assault on her mouth. His tongue scissored at her lips forcing them open and tangling his tongue with hers. He leaned his entire body into hers, the weight all at once comforting and frightening. He was warm, his mouth searing hot, his hands, although holding her wrists again were softer this time. Slowly he slid his hands up until he could lace his finger through hers, pushing his body slowly into her.

She fought the kiss, trying to hold back, not wanting to yield to his touch one more time. Knowing that every time he touched her, she would fall to pieces like this, she didn’t want to submit. No one had ever had this much power over her. He let her one hand go, dropping it to pick up her leg and run his hand under her thigh. Her hand, realizing that he’d finally let it go, hesitated on the thought of what do with it.

The last time she’d put it on his neck and they’d ended up in bed, and then today happened. Today definitely not been a good day. Or had it? She had been mad with him this morning, dragging her to the studio the way he had, but then that thing in the hall, could she consider that the good part of the day? Then lunch, that had been nice. Then at the diner, he had tried to help her. And true that job was a hellhole. He had gone out of his way to help her.

She didn’t know what to do. The way his tongue was moving, she had no choice but to kiss him back. His hand clutched at her leg and his fingers dug into the cloth-covered flesh. She slowly dropped her hand and it hovered above his neck, waiting for it to make a choice for her. She was torn. Then it happened, she let it drop to his neck and he groaned into her mouth.

This surprised her as he tilted his head, trying to take more of her mouth into his. He let her other hand go and picked up her other leg, pushing her up the wall. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back. The kiss never broke as she put another hand on his neck. He moaned this time, squeezing her waist between his hands and pushing against her slightly. She felt him, his hardness, pressing into her. He was telling her that he wanted her.

Without warning he slipped his arms around her waist and held her tightly to him, pulling her away from the wall. She held tight to him as he carried her to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He climbed up on the bed, still clutching her, kicking off his shoes as he put one hand down to steady himself, never missing a second of the kiss that locked their lips together. They were such forceful lips, she felt as if her lips would be bruised in the morning. She let her legs fall off his waist and pulled herself up slightly, grasping his face in her hands, trying to hold onto him as he forcefully kissed her.

Kneeling over her thighs he reached up and threw his hat off to the side of the bed. Starting forward he unbuttoned her shirt, his fingers fumbling on the buttons, as his mind raced. It was happening again. He’d gotten her here, again, with him, again. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, his breath coming in a short, fast, hard panting. She’d put her hands on him again, she’d given in. She wanted this, he was sure of it. She didn’t really hate him. She didn’t, she couldn’t.

She took her hands off to shrug out of the shirt and kick her own shoes off before breaking the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. He was back at her mouth in less than a breath, knocking her back on the bed with his force. He settled his hips comfortably over hers, slowly pressing down into her, letting her know how much she turned him on.

“Your hair,” he muttered.

“What?” she asked between kisses.

“Let your hair down,” he breathed. She did as he asked lifting them both off the bed so she loosen her hair from the knot she’d rolled it into when she’d gone to work. Her hair fell long and soft around her shoulders and he sat there, starring at it for a moment, touching it, wrapping it around his fingers and feeling how smooth it was.

“You are beautiful,” he said looking at her intently.

“You don’t have to try and seduce me, we’re already here,” she said, surprised that he’d even thought to say that. She had to admit she was touched by the thought.

“I want to seduce you,” he said, something besides lust flickering in his eyes.

“Why?”

“Because you deserve to be seduced and made love to, slowly, and deliberately.” He said running a thumb along the side of her face.

“Em, a couple of one nighters, that’s all, okay? This is it, don’t read anything into this but sex,” she said looking back at him honestly. Maybe she did hate him, maybe this was just a physical thing. Maybe she didn’t care about him at all.

His hand was still touching her face.

“Promise me Em, that this, it ends here, okay?” she asked.

“I can’t,” he said truthfully. What was it about her that in the last twenty-four hours he’d come to want so much?

“Then I got to go now,” she said looking away and reaching for her shirt.

“Regina, please, don’t go,” he said as she slid out from under his legs and towards the edge of the bed.

“You’ve gone back on your word too many times, I can’t get into this with someone. You said last night would be a one-night stand and I’d never hear from you again. This morning you said spend the day with me, and you’d leave me alone, then at the diner, and now this. I don’t want anything Em, I just want my life back the way it was. No complications, none of this, whatever it was,” she said as she slipped her shirt back on.

“You run from everything?” he asked curtly.

“No, just from things I don’t want in my life.”