"I really don't know why we're here," Ororo yelled above the booming beat of the up tempo music. "Because, it's my birthday plus this is a great chance for you to do research for the firm," answered her best friend and employer Jean. Ororo had literally just moved there two weeks ago from New York to become a partner and consultant at Jean's hospitality consulting firm, Phoenix Consulting Group. When Jean convinced Ororo to go out and get a couple of drinks to celebrate she thought they'd go out for dinner, perhaps a glass of wine at a lounge. But a nightclub was not what she envisioned in the least.

"Whatever 'Ro, if you didn't expect to go out dancing you wouldn't have worn that outfit," Jean pointed out than took a sip of her cosmo.

Ororo pulled self-consciously at her snug crimson skirt that barely covered her round bottom. Many of her clothing remained boxed up. The white tube top and red skirt with matching four-inch stilettos was the only non-work outfit she had readily available. The last time she wore the ensemble was during her third year of college. "When did you become a RN? Because you're nursing that drink," Jean teased, "You are way too up tight girl. You need to loosen up sometimes and enjoy life." Ororo took a gulp of her third gin and tonic. She wasn't much of a drinker but she was going to need alcohol in her system to survive the misery of their outing.

Logan grunted, nudging his friend to direct him to the vision of beauty beside the bar. Remy turned to the direction he hitched a thumb in and saw her. She was just Logan's kind of woman. She stood about 5'8 in her black platform sandals; her emerald sleeveless dress showcased her nicely proportioned figure. And she had the one trait that Logan preferred the most, red hair that reached her the bottom of her shoulders. He could appreciate her features but she wasn't Remy's type… Then again he'd never turn an attractive female down.

His eyes veered to the left and saw her; the most stunning thing he ever set his eyes on. She was tall, statuesque. Her sepia skin was a lovely contrast against the ashen top that accentuated her ample, perk chest then tapered down to her narrow waistline. Her hips spread out in her red skirt that revealed her long, lean legs. Unique flowing ivory tendrils ended at the small of her back, framing her gorgeous face. Remy was utterly fixated. He took a large swig of his bourbon. "Mon ami, I suggest we get bettah aquatinted wit' da femmes."

Jeans rosy lips transformed into a smile as she noticed their approaching suitors. "Incoming, cute guys!" she squealed then ran a hand over her dress in attempts to appear casual. Ororo rolled her eyes, not in the mood to deal with the pestering of annoying men. She saw Logan first. He was ruggedly handsome, his muscles budged against his tight fitting opal cotton shirt, but she had height restrictions. "He's too short for me," she dismissively said to Jean. "Well, he has a friend," Jean informed.

Ororo glanced over at said friend. His height, an impressive 6'2 first caught her attention. She could tell that under his worn chocolate duster he was muscular yet lean. The body of a swimmer is how she'd likened it. Shaggy tawny hair mostly covered his eyes but she couldn't help but notice his square jaw, sculpted lips, he was very attractive.

"Hello, darlin'. Saw you over there and thought we'd introduce ourselves. Name's Logan, this is my friend Remy," Logan greeted in his gruff voice.

Jean more than happily chimed, "Well, I'm Jean and this is Ororo." Ororo extended her hand first to Logan who gave her a more than firm shake then to Remy who took it lightly and brought her hand to his lips. "Pleasure to meet you, chere," Remy purred. Ororo. Unique name for a unique beauty. His dark eyes could now be seen through his curtain of tresses reaching her sapphire orbs. 'Blue eyes…Remarkable,' he noted. Remy was very much Hollywood handsome but to say that he was a charmer was an understatement and Ororo could instantly read that from him, creating a major dislike.

Ororo tried to divert her attention back to her friend but saw that it was useless. Jean's focus was completely on Logan. Awkwardly quiet, she sipped her cocktail. "So chere," Remy started, attempting to make conversation, "Wha' ya filles got plan fo' da nigh'?"

"Tonight's Jean's birthday so she wanted to come out."

He heard the slight irritation in her voice. "But ya didn't wan' ta non?"

She shook her head. "No, can't say I did," giving a weak smile.

"'Ro," Jean shouted over the music, "Me and Logan are going outside to have a smoke."

"But you don't smoke," she shouted back with a suspicious expression. Jean shot her a look and mentally said, *"Mind your own business!"*

"So wha' do ya do, chere?" Remy asked, trying to make idle conversation.

Ororo grimaced and replied, "It's hard to talk when it's so loud."

He flashed a Colgate commercial grin, and leaned into her, his lips tickling her ear as he said, "We can go somewhere quieter, maybe my place." Ororo's temperature subtly rised.

He studied her face. Her face was exquisite. Her make up was subtly done with a light hand but it enhanced her already gorgeous features. Liquid eyeliner traced her large, almond shaped eyes. Mascara eyelashes seemed like they could reach the clouds, causing her sublime sky eyes to pop. Her plump lips were a wine red tint with a dewy appearance, so inviting. Remy had never seen anyone as enchanting as her.

"Ya truly are gorgeous," he whispered in her ears. His words were coated in molasses and sounded just as sweet and flowed just as smoothly as a chill ran down her spin. She had to will herself not to blush.

She gazed once more at him, those dark eyes watching hers attempting to read her. The man was trouble and Ororo was going to try to stop it before she got into any. She sighed heavily.

"Remy, as much as it's nice making your acquaintance I hope I don't offend when I say if your intentions are to meet someone to spend the night with I rather not waste your time because it won't be me." A slightly snide smile graced her face, lifting her cheekbones.

Remy was stunned by her unpleasant disposition. Yes, he was looking for a one nighter, but she wasn't supposed to assume that. He wasn't sure if he should indeed be offended or impressed as no one ever attempted to set him straight like that before. He just had to lie on a little of the ol' LeBeau charm and most girls ate out of his palms. Hell, he could charm the pants off a nun and this was by all means no nun standing before him. And if somehow she was… Mon Dieu. Fo'give me Father. Fo' I am 'bout ta sin.

Finally he regained his bearings. "Merde Petite. I see ya don' take compliments well," he responded flatly.

She turned her back to him dismissively as she pulled her Android phone from her white clutch. She went to her contact list to Jean's number and dialed. Straight to voicemail. She repeated the action four more times. Four more times straight to voicemail. What the hell Jean? She even called out to her mentally but no response. She couldn't believe her bestfriend. They were far removed from college. These types of acts were inexcusable. She turned back to face Remy. "Did you or your friend drive here?" she asked slightly frantically. "I drove. Why?" he answered as she rushed out of the club.

Ororo was startled by the contrast of the pounding drumbeats in the club to the pounding of the pouring rain on the pavement. She desperately tried to find Jean's Audi from under the awning that she stood under but could make out anything in front of her. The continuous rain obstructed her view.

Remy stepped out of the building, standing under the awning behind her. "Can' fin' ya frien' non?" he asked with genuine concern. Ororo simply nodded, still in shock of her abandonment. "I could drive ya home if ya like. Da club 'bout ta close an' it's gettin' too late fo' a femme to be out here by herself," Remy offered. "I'll just catch a cab," she replied still facing the wall of streaming rain.

Remy strolled around to stand in front of her. He dipped his head so his eyes would hold her gaze, demanding her attention which she gave undivided. His eyes captured hers, refusing to relinquish its hold when she noticed something a bit odd. Contacts? She automatically became intrigued to discover what his natural irises were. With a boyish smirk he charmed, "I don' know how long ya been down here in da south but we known fo' our hospitality. Remy wouldn't feel righ' leavin' ya here by yaself. Do dis swamp rat a fav'ah and lemme take ya home."

Everything in her told she'd regret agreeing but she couldn't help it. Ororo was completely bewitched.

Remy's smirk only grew wider. He took off his duster held it out to her. "Here, take it. Don' wan' ya gettin' wet."

"No I'll be fine."

But he persisted, "C'mon chere take it. A lil' rain ain't gonna kill Remy."

With a smile she accepted the duster, holding it over her head as they fled into the rain. Remy used the headlights button on his key chain to search for his silver BMW Z4 Roadster. The lights from the high beams guided their way. His typical gentlemanly charm was temporarily on hiatus when he didn't open her car door. He was just grateful to now be inside of his dry car, and more grateful that he closed the convertible hood before leaving.

He started the engine and asked where she resided, grimacing once she told him. "Dat ain't da safest area fo' a fille ta live."

Ororo shrugged, "I know. The original apartment I was supposed to move into was rented out just before I moved. This was the best I could find on short notice. At least the lease is only for six months."

The conversation fell into a sharp silence, only rock music from the radio filling the void of conversation. He peered over at her through the corner of his eyes during red lights, noticing that her harden nipples were jutting out through the material of her tank top. He smiled a mischievous smile to himself as he turned on the heat.

Driving was nearly hazardously impossible. The roads were dangerously sleek. The continuous pouring of rain that offered almost no visibility was combined with the bleakness of the starless night. It was nearly miraculous when they arrived to Ororo's apartment complex safely.

"Well, we here," Remy announced watching her tentatively. The look of contemplation was clearly on her face. She debated with herself whether she should leave this handsome stranger to fend for himself in this wicked weather or if she should invite him in, allowing him to wait out the storm in her apartment with her. If she truly concentrated she could will the storm away but preferred not to disrupt the course of nature. And a small portion of her wanted to stay in his presence. The moment she made up her mind she knew she was making a mistake. "Would you like to come in?… Until the storm is over…" she awkwardly invited.