"Okay, don't look now, but there is a pretty girl at the bar that has been staring at you all night. Go get her."
"It's been a crazy day. I don't feel like creating some elaborate lie right now. Can I just be myself and hang with you guys? All right?" Mike asked.
He was still getting used to the idea of being undercover. Being someone else for work was one thing, but he didn't want to have to be someone else when he wasn't working. He wanted to relax. He couldn't do that when he was trying to remember who he was and not to share too much information about himself. He didn't want to have to pretend to be someone different. Be guarded. Lie to someone from the get-go. Not that he was looking to propose to someone tonight or even start a relationship. He just wanted to be himself.
Not that the girl Paige was referring to wasn't pretty. She was. But he just wasn't in the mood to meet anyone and have to remember who he was supposed to be. Even if he could be himself tonight, he wasn't sure he wanted to meet someone new. Be on. Try to impress someone.
"Well, I want to hook up with someone and that's not going to happen with you beside me, so - hold that." Paige handed him her pool cue and started to make her way across the bar towards the brunette in question.
Mike quickly set down their pool cues as he rushed to catch her. "Hey."
"I want to hook up and you're scaring all the hot guys away."
"He's cute, right?"
"Yeah, he's hot."
He barely knew Paige. But he knew her well enough to know she was a serial flirter. It didn't necessarily mean anything that she said he was hot the night they meant, or even that she slapped his ass, but he was pretty confident that his attraction wasn't one-sided. For once, he wasn't going to overthink things. He was just going to act.
Mike reached for Paige's wrist and maneuvered her so her back was to the wall. He backed her up against the wall so there would be no mistaking his intent. "Hi, I'm Special Agent Mike Warren. I work undercover for the FBI." Now that this was happening, he was starting to question himself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Paige wasn't just some random girl he met at the bar. They lived together. If things went horribly wrong, that still didn't change the fact that they'd be having breakfast together for the foreseeable future.
"Mike..." Paige breathed out his name slowly, making him wonder how warm her breath would be when she whispered his name as he moved over her.
Any misgivings he had about making a move on Paige quickly faded with that one word. He was so screwed. He was more into her than he thought. Even though he should probably walk away, there was no way he could.
"I told you, I want to be myself tonight. You want to hook up with someone hot. You said I was hot. So..."
Paige looked at Mike in disbelief before running her hand down his chest. "I might regret this later, but that's one hell of a pick up line." Paige's lips curved into a smile and he was positive his heart skipped a beat.
Giving Paige a cocky grin, he stepped closer so there was barely any space between them. "Yeah, this girl I know - she mentioned it might be. Thought I'd try it out."
"This girl you mentioned, she hot?"
Mike lowered his head slightly, so his mouth was hovering over Paige's, hoping she couldn't feel that his heart was about to beat out of his chest. "Definitely." As much as he wanted to kiss her, he was going to leave the next move to her. He had already made his move, now it was up to her to act on it. If she didn't want this, she could push him away. No harm, no foul. His pride would be somewhat in tact. But if he kissed her and she pushed him away, he would never hear the end of it.
Paige grabbed his shirt, erasing what little distance there was between them as she crushed her lips against his.
Not sensing the least bit in hesitation in Paige, he kissed her back with the same ferocity as he moved his hands to her hips. She rubbed herself against him and he groaned, looking forward to the night ahead. He barely knew Paige, but he was positive she could be his undoing. He could easily get lost in her eyes. He couldn't wait to see her eyes filled with desire when he pushed her over the edge.
Paige playfully bit his lower lip, before softly kissing it in a silent apology as she pulled away. Giving him a playful smirk, she brushed her lips over his before bringing her mouth near his ear. "Special Agent, huh? That mean you have a gun?"
"What do you think?" Mike asked, pressing himself against her. Normally, he would never be this forward with someone he was picking up in a bar. But he had a feeling that Paige wasn't the shy about sex. "Unless, I'm happy to see you."
Paige threw her head back laughing and rested her hand on his chest, "I'm seriously rethinking this whole thing due to your bad pickup line."
She couldn't be serious, could she? After a kiss like that she was turning him down because of a bad pickup line? She practically set him up for that line. As he caught the mischievous look in her eye, he realized she wasn't turning him down. It was just part of her game. "You could, but then you'd be going home alone."
"I don't have to go home."
"Neither do I."
Paige narrowed her eyes at him and he flashed a smile, daring her to call his bluff.
"That pretty girl from earlier, she stopped staring. Unless, you're curious if Johnny's offering more than a kiss for luck, it looks like you're stuck with me."
"Is that so?" Mike asked, possessively running his fingers along her face and down her throat, pressing down harder once felt her heart racing because he was being a little aggressive.
"You're not going to fall in love with me or anything like that? My roommates tend to get in my business and things could get a little awkward if you start serenading me outside my door every night."
Mike laughed, "I think I'll be able to control myself, unless you want me to lose control." He lowered his mouth to hers again, starting out slowly but with each passing second their kisses became deeper. He kept one hand tangled in her hair, as his other hand roamed her body, stopping only to grab her ass. A whimper escaped Paige's throat and she lifted her leg, trying to pull him closer as she wrapped it around him. Mike slid his hand underneath the bottom of her shorts and rocked his body against hers a few times, wishing they were anywhere but the corner of a bar, because he was this close to taking her despite being in public.
Paige lowered her leg to the ground and looked at him with lust filled eyes, "We should probably get out of here before we both lose control," Paige breathlessly whispered.
Mike nodded, smoothing his hands over Paige's hair, giving them both a chance to catch their breath. He wanted to get her out of here before she changed her mind. He draped his arm over Paige's shoulders and started to lead her out of the bar, when he noticed the rest of their roommates watching them with knowing looks. He had completely forgotten they were here too. "Looks like we'll be the topic of discussion during breakfast."
Paige shrugged and kissed him, before waving to their roommates, "Then let's give them a lot to talk about."