Disclaimer: Don't own them, if I did they would be together a lot longer than the measly 3 episodes at the end of the season!
Song is Driveby by Train
Shining Light will be updated soon, its currently with my beta so should hopefully be updating soon.
Big shout out to Vangiefan from Gleeforum-this is a little bit of Wanky to tide you over while you wait for the M outtake from Shining Light!
Chapter 1 Driveby
On the other side of a street I knew
Stood a girl that looked like you
I guess thats deja vu
But I thought this can't be true
Cause you moved to west L.A or New York or Santa Fe
Or where ever to get away from me
Oh but that one night
Was more than just right
I didn't leave you cause I was all through
Oh I was overwhelmed, and frankly scared as hell
Because I really fell for you
Oh I swear to you
I'll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don't like it sue me
mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I'll be there for you
This is not a drive by
On the upside of a downward spiral
My love for you went viral
And I loved you every mile you drove away
But now here you are again
So let's skip the "how you been"And
get down to the "more than friends" at last
Oh but that one night
Is still the highlight
I didn't need you until I came to
[ From : . ]
and I was overwhelmed, in fact as scared as hell
Because I really fell for you
Oh I swear to you
I'll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don't like it sue me
mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I'll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Please believe that when I leave
There's nothing up my sleeve but love for you
And a little time to get my head together too
On the other side of a street I knew
Stood a girl that looked like you
I guess thats deja vu
But I thought this can't be true
Cause
Oh I swear to you
I'll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don't like it sue me
mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I'll be there for you
This is not a drive by
'What are we going to do, Mercedes?' Quinn Fabray looked at her best friend and business partner in despair, helplessness washing over her in great, unyielding waves.
'Hell if I know!' Mercedes groaned dropping her forehead on the table in front of her. Her best friend eyed her through worried green eyes.
'We've had no clients for the last two months, not since….'
'Not since Mr Ennis dropped dead at the wedding,' Mercedes finished for her wearily. How it could all have gone so horribly wrong she still had no clue. They had been so certain that they had a winning formula, that their business would grow and prosper that they had never considered what would happen if it didn't.
'We have enough money left to cover one more month's rent on the shop,' Quinn informed her morosely. 'After that…' she trailed off. Mercedes knew what came after that statement. After that their business would be heading down the toilet and out to sea along with the scant bit that was left of their savings and their pride.
'Damn that Jacob Ben Israel!.' Mercedes' fist banged on the table causing the blonde to jump slightly in shock.
'Keep your voice down, for heaven's sake,' Quinn admonished, eyes darting around the bar, coming back quickly to rest on her best friend when she realised that they had indeed attracted the attention of quite a few men standing up at the bar and sitting at the tables spread out around the dance floor of the club.
'If he hadn't written that damned article!' Mercedes grabbed hold of her shot of Patron and knocked it back in one fell swoop.
'Go easy on that!' Quinn hissed, frowning fiercely at her. 'I don't want to have to pretend to be your lesbian lover again in order to extricate you from the clutches of some slimy lothario!' Both girls knew Mercedes could not hold her drink, and so she made it a point not to indulge. On the rare occasions she had, Quinn had always been there to bail her out of whatever situation she had gotten herself into.
'What are we doing here again?' Mercedes asked sighing.
'We are meeting Santana and Kurt here for a night out, although Lord knows I'm not in the mood for this crap tonight,' Quinn answered, staring intently at the bar.
'What are you looking at? See something you like?' Mercedes asked teasingly.
'Don't look now-' Quinn broke off and rolled her eyes as Mercedes craned her neck and looked in the direction that she had previously been looking in. 'You are so not discreet, Mercy!'
'What? I don't see anything!' Mercedes huffed before turning back to her second shot.
'There's this guy…he's looking at you,' Quinn told her, causing her to put the shot glass down untouched. Mercedes looked again in the direction Quinn had indicated and sure enough there was a guy standing at the bar in what appeared to be a group of friends, staring intensely at them. He was tall, blonde and very good looking-no scratch that he was drop dead gorgeous, in a black fitted v-neck shirt and black jeans that moulded to his body just right. Mercedes snorted and turned away disinterested.
'He's not looking at me, Quinn. He's looking at you,' she said shaking her head. Guys like that did not look at girls like her. There was just like an unwritten law about it, she was sure.
'I don't think so, Mercedes,' Quinn replied suddenly glaring at the stranger, taken aback by how instead of being embarrassed that he was caught staring, he raised his glass in their direction and pointed towards Mercedes. Quinn nudged her elbow causing her to spill part of the shot which she had been about to down on the table.
'Quinn! What?' she asked in annoyance.
'The guy! He's pointing at you, I think he wants me to get you to look at him!' Quinn said outraged. Mercedes looked over pointedly at the guy and frowned fiercely. She was in no mood to deal with ridiculous shenanigans tonight and she was letting him know it in no uncertain terms. Instead of looking away, the blonde smiled a heart-stopping smile and waved. Great, obviously a damn fool… just ignore him and he'll stop. Contenting herself with sending him a final murderous look she turned back to Quinn.
'You know, Mercy he looks awfully familiar…' Quinn's brow was furrowed as she tried to place exactly where she had seen the guy before.
'Really? Hadn't noticed,' she muttered grumpily.
'I'm sure I've seen him before…in fact I know I have. A face like that you don't forget too easily,' Quinn continued narrowing her eyes. 'Never mind I'm sure it'll come to me eventually.'
'Yo bitches!' The rude greeting broke abruptly into Quinn's musings.
They were interrupted by the arrival of their friends at their table and Mercedes found herself looking up at her friend Santana Lopez, her dark hair falling into loose sexy waves and wearing a red dress that was positively plastered to her like a second skin, making her seem like sex personified. She couldn't resist turning back a moment to see the blonde's reaction to her friend's entrance but to her disconcertion his gaze was still focused on her and only her.
'What Satan here really means to say is 'Good evening'' her other best friend Kurt excused before hugging Quinn, then moving around the table to pull Mercedes into an enthusiastic embrace.
'Whatevs!' Santana drawled rolling her eyes and dropping down on the seat next to Quinn. 'What's buzzing?'
'That guy over there is totally checking Mercedes out but she's giving him the stink eye,' Quinn said conspiratorially.
'Which one?' Santana turned round fully in her seat to scan the bar. Mercedes groaned; if Quinn thought that she lacked discretion, Santana was on a whole other level.
'Turn back around! Don't you have any decorum?' Quinn hissed at her.
Santana's eyes came to rest on a tall blonde man and drew a sharp intake of breath and started fanning herself exaggeratedly. This guy was quite simple gorgeous and sexy and his focus was solely on her dark-skinned friend.
'Oh my sweet Jesus,' Kurt breathed as he too stared in the man's direction. 'Is it weird that I would totally give anything to be that shirt?' Mercedes smacked her best friend on the arm.
'Stop that! You have Blaine remember? About this high, handsome and obsessed about hair gel?'
'I know and I love him, you know that Mercy-me…but I can still look,' Kurt smiled without shame.
'Damn, Wheezy! He's, like, stripping you with his damned eyes! Oh yes Mercy… me gusta. I definitely like him for you…he could loosen you up a bit...maybe a lot. Lawd, look at that mouth! Those lips are huge! I bet his tongue could show you a real good time. Mmmm, shame I'm not into guys because he definitely looks like he could give some great orga-'Mercedes had shot up from her seat and leaned across Quinn to slap a hand over her friend's mouth.
'Don't you dare finish that sentence!' she risked a glance at the blonde and instantly wished she hadn't. She suddenly felt naked, which was ridiculous, she told herself. His didn't break his stare, if anything it just grew in intensity and she shifted uncomfortably. This guy was really shameless.
Santana shook her off, smiling and waving at him, as Mercedes tried unsuccessfully to grab her hand and yank it down.
'Satan! Stop making a scene!' Quinn admonished her, but the smile playing about her lips indicated that she at least was enjoying the situation a little too much. Santana beckoned him over with a crook of her index finger, much to Mercedes' horror and her heart started to pound as he made his way over to their little group.
'Hi honey,' Santana smiled flirtatiously at him and Mercedes had to admit that even though she was a confirmed lesbian her friend was an expert at turning guys to putty in her hands and she doubted this guy was going to be an exception. To her surprise though, he merely smiled at Santana.
'Hey,' his voice was low and she shifted uncomfortably, agonisingly aware of what the sound of his voice was doing to her body. Stop it! Get a hold of yourself, girl!
'So, we kind of saw you staring,' Santana got straight to the point, going for the jugular.
'Santana! Stop it at once!' Mercedes hissed, mortified. Her cheeks were flaming she knew, and she thanked all that was holy that her dark complexion hid the signs of her excruciating embarrassment.
'What?' her friend shrugged her shoulders uncaringly 'You liking what you're seeing?' she addressed him again arching an eyebrow.
He smiled a slow, seductive smile, his eyes flicking over to Mercedes and running the length and breadth of her body in a blatantly admiring appraisal.
'Oh yes, Ma'am…I definitely like what I see,' Mercedes dragged a ragged breath in as she felt an ache start to pound heavily between her thighs and she squeezed them together willing it to stop immediately. She didn't even know this man, for heaven's sake!
'My dear God,' she heard Kurt's awed whisper behind her. She looked at Quinn who seemed to be studiously avoiding looking at the scene, her shoulders shaking slightly.
'Sam Evans,' he introduced himself shakinh Santana's hand before moving on to shake Kurt's.
'Kurt Hummel,' Kurt said smiling at the stranger 'this is Santana but we call her Satan…I'm sure you'll find out why soon enough,' Sam stepped closer to Mercedes and she stepped back something inside her screaming that her personal space was getting invaded. 'That is Quinn, over there,' Kurt indicated with a wave of his hand towards their blonde friend, who not trusting herself to speak, bit the inside of her cheeks and waved. Mercedes expected him to at least be admiring of Quinn's classic beauty but she could see nothing but polite interest in his gaze.
'And this…?' Sam's green eyes met hers, one eyebrow lifting in a totally inappropriate predatory gesture which let her know that his interest in her was nothing but polite.
'This is Mercedes Jones,' Kurt smirked at the obvious attraction playing out in front of him. Sam held his hand out and she stared at it distrustfully. Kurt nudged her gently lowering his head to whisper in her ear.
'Cedes, don't be rude,' There it was. Kurt knew the exact thing to say to make her do the opposite of what she wanted to so. Her mama had always been strict on politeness, a fact which judging by the way he was smirking Kurt totally remembered, and Mercedes grimaced at the thought of what her mother would say if she knew her daughter had waived the social niceties she had been brought up with.
She reluctantly put her hand in his and stifled a gasp as his fingers, warm and sure closed about hers tightly. He lifted her hand to his mouth and placed a hot kiss to the back of her hand, the act simple and ordinary, but to all present charged with a tension that was in nature very sexual. Mercedes tried to tug her hand back but he wouldn't release it, instead turning her wrist over and pressing another kiss to her pulse point and this time she could not stop the gasp that escaped her as she felt his lips on her wrist. Heat shot through her right to her core and she ripped her hand away, rubbing at the place where his lips had touched her skin.
'Pleased to meet you,' she managed to get out before turning on her heel and breaking into a fast walk which was really just short of a run, plunging into the crowd that was forming on the dance floor, without a backward glance.
'Damn, fish lips!' Santana exclaimed 'that's the first time any man has been able to get Mercedes Jones to run away like that!' Sam's face didn't even register annoyance at the insult she had thrown at him; his eyes were focused on Mercedes' retreating back.
'Don't mind Mercy-me,' Kurt said grinning slyly 'she loves a good chase,' crossing his fingers behind his back. Sam Evans was exactly what Mercedes needed in his opinion. She was too strait-laced, too serious and as Santana was wont to say she was in need of a damned good fuck and this guy here could be the guy to give it to her.
'Are you married?' the question came from Quinn, who was now frowning slightly. Sam held up his left hand in front of her. No ring and better yet no obvious ring marks.
'Fiancée? Girlfriend?' she continued fixing him with an icy stare.
'Neither.' He replied seriously before his face split into a wide grin 'at least not yet. Watch this space,' and with that he nodded to them and made his way over to the dance floor in pursuit of Mercedes.
'Let the games begin' Kurt said raising Mercedes' abandoned shot glass to his lips and knocking it back. Santana smiled wickedly before opening her purse and pulling out a twenty dollar bill.
'Who wants to bet he gets her to go home with him by the end of the night!'
'Satan!' came the scandalised yelp from Kurt. Then smiling widely he pulled out a twenty and set it down on the table. 'I say he has her in the toilets by the end of the night,'
'Stop that!' Quinn frowned at them fiercely. 'This is Mercedes we are talking about. You know the girl that is not into casual sex or random hook-ups?'
'What's stuck up your ass?' Santana returned unapologetically. Quinn sighed and pulled out her own twenty dollar bill.
'Fine…I bet that he'll only get her number by the end of the night….but you know what guys? I'm sure I've seen him somewhere before...'
Sam stood at the bar in the club which he had been dragged into by his friends, nursing his bottle of beer and surveying the dance floor with distaste. He really hadn't wanted to venture out tonight but Finn and Puck wouldn't take no for an answer, especially as they had decided it was going to be a celebratory outing in honour of Finn's engagement to his girlfriend Rachel.
'Hot damn!' he heard Puck exclaim. He turned and followed Puck's gaze and his eyes came to rest on two girls who were currently making their way to one of the tables towards the side of the dance floor. The taller of the two, a slender blonde leaned forward and whispered something in her friend's ear before making er way to the bar. She soon returned to the table with drinks and set them down in front of the other girl.
'Wouldn't have thought she was your type, dude,' Sam said turning back to the bar. Granted the girl was beautiful but with a kind of icy beauty that left him stone cold.
'Oh she is right up my street, trust me,' Puck growled.
'Puckerman, you don't stand a chance-'Sam was looking back over his shoulder when he broke off suddenly with a strangled gasp. The other girl was now fully facing him and he could see every feature of her face and the curves of her body. This girl was stunning, no… gorgeous, no…divine. He couldn't think of an adjective sufficient enough to describe her. She was short and curvy, her dark skin looking like silky molten chocolate and he knew he'd give anything and everything he had to taste it. She wore a deep purple tunic dressed which highlighted her curves mouth-wateringly well, with leggings and boots with an impossibly high heel and Sam suddenly had a vision of her in his bed with nothing but those damned boots on, head thrown back in ecstasy. He shifted uncomfortably as he grew hard just from that one vision. Her hair fell in soft curls framing her face with a clip on either side of her head pulling the waves back slightly. Puck grinned knowingly.
'And that girl is definitely not your type judging by the way your tongue is hanging outta your mouth,' he said sarcasm dripping from his tone. Sam barely heard his friend's words as he gazed entranced at her. She picked up a shot glass and downed it in one, her pretty pink tongue snaking out to lick her bottom lip, the action making his cock jump. He groaned, oh yes she was definitely his type no doubt about it. Her friend said something to her and as she looked at him briefly before lowering her head and averting her gaze. Her friend however maintained her gaze fixed on him so he took a chance, raised his glass and pointed towards the other girl. The blonde's mouth formed an o and he watched as she nudged her friend, who raised her eyes to his again. Suddenly he was on the receiving end of a look that said if she had her way he'd be dead and cremated.
'Ha! Looks like your girl just ain't into you!' Puck clapped him on the back consolingly. Sam shrugged unconcernedly; he'd already made up his mind he was not going to let this girl get away. He continued watching as a slim, black haired Latin woman approached their table and greeted them, a dark-haired man following in her wake. Sam tensed for a minute before realising this guy was no threat; unless he was very much mistaken he batted for the opposite team, judging by the outlandishly stylish outfit he was wearing. Suddenly he was the focus of three pairs of eyes' intense scrutiny and watching the Latin girl beckon him with her finger he smiled in triumph. This was his way in.
'Where are you going, man?' Puck asked him in surprise.
'Take a good, long look Puck...that's the girl I'm going to marry,' he told his friend seriously then made his way over to the little group at the table leaving Puck spluttering in shock. Game on, Sammy boy, Game on.
Mercedes pushed her way into the throng of dancing people trying to put as much distance between her and the man her body recognised as an instant threat to her self control. Her wrist was burning from the touch of his lips and the insistent ache between her legs was making her wetter than she had thought possible. Dear God, how was it possible? She had never before felt this with anyone and she didn't even know the man! He might well be a serial killer with a basement full of unfortunate victims like her…unlikely she acknowledged but still possible. Maybe Santana was right, maybe she did need a good fuck, but her mind balked at the thought of a one night stand. She just wasn't made that way, had known it for a very long time so what was it about this man that made her want to explore the very real possibility of a one night stand with him? The material of her dress scratched against her breasts with every move she made, nipples hardening at the sensation and she moaned, biting her lip. She ploughed through the gyrating bodies in the centre of the floor and out of the other side…if she could just get to the restrooms she could try to alleviate the burning desire to come that she was currently experiencing. She winced ashamed at the thought of having to resort to such tactics and in a bathroom no less, but there was no way she could go back and face him in this state. Hurrying forward she spied the restrooms in the corner and she opened the door to the ladies room in relief. That relief was short lived as she was suddenly unceremoniously hustled through the door and spun around to face Sam Evans. He backed her up against the door, one hand braced flat on the door, the other reaching out to lock the door.
'You know, I'm an inquisitive kind of guy. So when a girl runs from me I naturally want to know why,' he smiled down at her teasingly.
Mercedes bunched her dress in her hands in an effort to stop herself grabbing him and ripping the clothes off his body. 'I-I-I'm not running,' she gasped, breasts rising and falling with every breath.
'No?' he said it so low she instinctively had to move closer to hear him and saw his gaze drop down to her lips. Realising her mistake, she tried to pull back but he followed closing the distance between them.
'No…look…I didn't really feel well,' she said the first thing that came into her head, her breath coming in panicky gasps, the look in his eyes telling her that he had seen through her flimsy excuse. He knew, she realised in mortification. He knew she wanted him and so badly. His hand rose to cup her face before his mouth descended on hers. He caught her bottom lip with his teeth, grazing it gently before his tongue slid along the small hurt caressing it. Mercedes opened her mouth thoughtlessly and his tongue slipped inside, exploring and duelling with hers. She moaned at the back of her throat as her hands flew up to thread through his dirty blonde hair. She had never been kissed like this before, as though just with one kiss her soul was fighting for dominance but already rejoicing in its defeat. His arms closed around her, pressing her against his body and lifting her up slightly against the door so that she could now feel every inch of him hot and hard against the juncture of her thighs. Her leg warpped around him of its own volition, helping to generate the hot delicious friction that had her nearly losing her mind.
'Christ, you feel so damned good,' he groaned in her ear, his low tone making her shiver in want. He kissed his way down her neck starting at her earlobe, leaving a trail of hot, sultry kisses which ended at the dip in her collarbone. He licked the smooth chocolate skin exposed by the neckline of the dress and muttered 'You taste so good,' the words blurred by the pressure of his lips on her skin. Mercedes tried to grab hold of her wits but the feel of his sinful lips erased any and all thoughts of resistance. His hand snaked under her dress and danced up past her ribcage stroking the soft flesh hidden by the material until the came to rest on top of her bra. Roughly pulling the cups of her bra down, his fingers tweaked her exposed nipples and she arched frantically against him as even more intense scorching heat pooled between her legs.
'Please…' she whimpered as his knee rubbed against her core achingly slow. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was screaming at her to stop but for the life of her she couldn't remember why. His mouth dropped to the swell of her breasts, nuzzling her through the silky material of the dress, the barrier somehow adding to the incredible need she felt coursing through her veins.
'Please…what?' he whispered as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her leggings, sliding inside her panties.
'Oh my God,' she breathed when she felt his fingers rubbing against her clit insistently whilst he lowered his head and kissed her. His tongue surged into her mouth at the same time his fingers entered her causing her to moan with abandonment.
'No, not God,' he growled against her lips 'Sam,' as his thumb flicked over her clit rhythmically. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, the sensations overwhelming completely so that all she could think about was how badly she needed to come and how badly she needed to fuck the man in front of her. He sped up slightly and his other hand moved up to pinch her nipple lightly and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. She bit down on her lip hard and his eyes darkened impossibly at the action.
'Uh-uh, Mercedes,' the way her drawled her name made her breath hitch in her throat and her body press against him wantonly. 'I want to hear you scream…I have to hear you scream…Are you going to scream for me, baby?'
'N-no, 'she panted turning her head away from him, trying to gain some sort of control but it was futile.
'Oh I think you are,' he teased he,r fingers thrusting surely and deeply inside of her. In one swift move he was on his knees tugging her leggings and panties down.
'Fuck, you're so wet and you smell so good, baby' he hissed before nestling his face between her thighs and swiping his tongue across her clit. Mercedes screamed a high guttural sound as she came, unable to stop herself, trying to push her way up the wall, away from his talented tongue, sure that she couldn't take any more. But he wouldn't let her. Anchoring his hands firmly about her hips he kept his tongue stroking deeply inside her before randomly flicking her clit. Just as she thought she was going to faint from the sheer ecstasy she was feeling he pulled away standing up to take her mouth roughly, letting her taste herself on him.
'Do you like how you taste? So sweet…I don't think I'm going to get enough of you,' he told her, picking her up striding over to the counter. Setting her down he grasped the back of her neck and kissed her again, her hands moving up to grasp his shirt.
'Mercedes! Mercedes are you in there?' Quinn. She stopped dead, a deer in the headlights look washing over her features. 'Mercedes? I know who he is! Sam Evans! It's the Sam Evans from Pronovia! The one who's putting us out of business!'
'Dear God no,' she whispered appalled, she could feel the blood draining out of her face.
'What?' Sam asked confused 'I don't know what-'he was cut off by Mercedes shoving him roughly away from her, jumping down from the counter. The realisation dawned in his mind and he said 'So you're Jones and Fabray from Starlight Weddings,'
'Get the fuck away from me!' she screamed wrenching her leggings up, horrified at what she had let him do to her.
'Mercedes, come on, we can talk about this,' he held his hands out cajolingly, trying to calm her down enough to talk to her.
'No!' she pushed past him unlocking the door. He wrapped his arms around her from behind in an effort to detain her long enough to listen to him but her sharply connected with his solar plexus, winding him and forcing him to let go of her. She rushed out of the door, tears of shame streaming down her face. How could she have let him do that to her? Dear God, in a restroom! Sam Evans from Pronovia….it was like a bad nightmare. Quinn took one look at her face and grabbed her hand pulling her onto the dance floor, pressing through the crowd towards their table.
'I need to get out of here!' Mercedes cried almost hysterically.
'Mi Niña! Was Trouty Mouth that bad?' Santana frowned disbelievingly. Kurt's eyes widened as he took in her dishevelled state.
'Pay up, Satan! I called it,' he said gloatingly until he caught sight of the tears streaming down her face.
'Mercy-me?' he asked worriedly, looking at Quinn who shook her head, her face tight.
'I've got to go…before he gets here,' she said turning on her heel pulling Quinn with her, beating a hasty retreat to the exit while Santana sighed and followed suit. They had just escaped through the door into the cool night air when an out of breath Sam Evans made it to their table.
'What in God's name did you do?' Kurt asked incredulously. When Sam opened his mouth to reply he added hastily 'No, forget I asked,'
'Where is she?' he scanned the room looking for her in vain.'
'She's gone. Look I don't know what you did, but she's-' Kurt began, censure dripping from his tone.
'I own Pronovia,' Sam cut across the lecture Kurt had been fully intending to give.
'Oh. Oh…' Kurt stared at him in horror. 'How is it that you're still in one piece?' he finished in stupefied awe.
'Look, I need to talk to her,' Sam said his heart sinking as Kurt shook his head.
'Forget it Blondie. There is no way she'll ever talk to you again,'
'Please, there's got to be some way I can talk to her,' he pleaded.
'Look chalk it up to another one night stand and leave it at that,' Kurt advised turning to leave.
'Please…look man I'm begging you,' Sam said in desperation.
'Why?' Kurt crossed his arms over his chest.
'This is not a one night stand. I don't do one night stands. I know it sounds crazy but I think she may be the one,' Sam tunnelled his fingers through his hair in frustration. There was no way he could give up now.
'She'll kill me if she finds out, so you better make my death worth it! All the glorious outfits I'll leave behind…and of course Blaine,' he sighed. . Kurt opened his wallet and extracted a white card tossing it on the table, much against his better judgement.
Sam picked it up turning it over in his hands reading the printed script on the embossed white card.
Mercedes Jones, Wedding Planner, Starlight Brides. Followed by the information he was looking for. An office number, a cell number and best of all an address. He smiled triumphantly.
'Good luck,' Kurt's parting shot did nothing to dampen his mood. He would go to Starlight Brides tomorrow. There was no point ringing, he knew she wouldn't talk to him. Better to confront her in person…he tucked the card into the pocket of his jeans and closed his eyes briefly remembering just how good she'd felt coming on his fingers and tongue. The chase is on, no doubt about that, he thought smirking slightly, and there was no way, no way Mercedes Jones was going to get away from him so easily.