My crystal blue colored nails clanged repeatedly atop the counter as I stared at my target. The pulsing bass of the club's music vibrated through my body and I unconsciously tapped my legs, but my focus remained on the brooding figure across the room.
He sat alone in the VIP section, his chiseled jawline set in a permanent scowl. The mystery man was tall, easily over six feet, with broad shoulders and a lean, athletic build. I'd been watching him for the past hour, observing as he coldly dismissed every man and woman who dared approach. I couldn't blame them, though; the man's body was a work of art. Tattoos peeked out of his biceps through his straining shirt.
But beyond that, it was his eyes that held me captive. Dark and intense, they switched between sweeping the club with disdain and scowling at his drink. Somebody had a bad day.
I smirked. I'd never learned to back down from things I saw as a challenge. And what do you call a handsome man who had rejected 7 half-naked women? A challenge, exactly.
Pushing away from the bar, I adjusted my cleavage so I was almost falling out, smoothed down my skin-tight dress over my curves, and sauntered towards him. As I approached, I caught the envious glares of the women he'd rejected. Their whispers carried over the music: "She doesn't stand a chance."
I flashed them a smirk. They had no idea who they were dealing with.
"This seat taken?" I purred, gesturing to the space beside him.
His eyes flicked up to mine, annoyance clear in their depths. "Not interested," he growled, his voice low and gravelly.
Instead of retreating, I slid into the seat, leaning close. "Oh, I think you are," I whispered, letting my breath tickle his ear. "You just don't know it yet."
He turned to face me, likely ready to dismiss me like the others. But as his eyes drifted down my dress or lack of, he licked his lips. Got him.
He eventually drags those baby blues to meet mine, his jaw clenched. "Listen, I'm not here for—"
"Fun?" I interrupted, arching an eyebrow and shamelessly moving my bust closer to his line of sight. "That's a shame. You look like you could use some."
Before he schooled his features, his face flashed an amused expression. "What makes you think you're any different from the others?"
I leaned back, meeting his look squarely. "And what makes you think I'm not?"
He scoffed, but I noticed his eyes gleaming with interest "Cocky, aren't we?"
"Confident," I corrected, smirking. "There's a difference."
"Is that so?" He leaned in, his voice dropping lower. "Prove it."
I matched his posture, our faces inches apart, and ran my tongue over his lower lips "Gladly. But are you sure you can handle it?"
He chuckled darkly. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I can handle."
"Then why are you still hesitating?" I challenged, trailing a finger down his arm.
His eyes followed my movement, then snapped back to mine. "What's your name?"
A gradual smile spread across my lips, and my words came out in a whisper "This is only a dream. I'm not real, yeah? So why not forget about everything for tonight? No use worrying about names."
"Everyone has a name," he pressed. Stubborn man. To punish him, I slid closer and sat on his lap. I could feel his hardness in his pants. I moved my lips to his ear, and sucked the nub before I whispered,
"Tonight, I can be whoever you want me to be. Isn't that more exciting?"
He studied me for a long moment. "And if I want to know the real you?"
"Trust me," I said, leaning in closer, "you don't. Reality is overrated. But I can promise you one unforgettable night."
His breath hitched slightly. "And what do you get out of this... arrangement?"
"The satisfaction of melting that icy exterior of yours. Plus," I added, my voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I have a feeling you know how to show a girl a good time."
"You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, but I could see his resolve weakening.
I grinned. "I like danger. The question is, do you?"
He paused, conflict clear in his eyes. "You're trouble, aren't you?"
"The best kind," I winked. "So, what do you say? Are you bold enough to take on this challenge, or will you send me away like all the others?"
He held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity, tension crackling between us. Finally, he let out a low groan of defeat. "Damn it," he muttered, then abruptly stood, his large hand engulfing mine. "Come with me," he commanded, leading me towards one of the private rooms at the back of the club. He was rich then; I'd expected a quick alley foray or, more ideally, a grope in a tight car. I had some rules too.
As we walked, he leaned down to murmur, "For the record, I don't need to know your name to make you scream tonight."
I grinned up at him, excitement coursing through my veins. "Challenge accepted, mystery man."
As we walked past the group of rejected women, I couldn't resist. I turned my head, stuck out my tongue, and winked. Their shocked and envious expressions were priceless.
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The heavy door of the private room closed behind us, shutting out the thumping music and leaving us in relative silence. He turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire, and my breathing quickened. But not in arousal, I wasn't expecting a room, and I wasn't expecting control yanked out of my hands. Because I could tell there was no way this man would let me be in charge here. Not after my provocation.
For a moment, we stood there, tension crackling between us like electricity. Then, without warning, he closed the distance, his hands gripping my waist as he backed me against the wall. His lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding.
I responded with equal fervor, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. The kiss was all heat and urgency. I did my best to follow through, but I could already feel that kennel of me distancing myself from all this. I didn't do passionate kisses, we groped in alleys and back seats.
When we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, I saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes. I schooled mine fast "You're not what I expected," he murmured, his voice husky.
I smirked, tracing a finger along his jaw. "I never am."
His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Last chance to back out," he warned, but the desire in his eyes told me he had no intention of letting me go. In response, I licked my lips and stared back at the door in mock thought. He stared at my face with all seriousness, likely expecting me to leave. This was my chance, was I going to take it?