Chapter One

Princox

Hanna Marin studied her best friend with intensity; the ice blue of her irises scanned her from head to toe, taking in the detail and selection of her attire. Crossing her arms, she sighed quietly, almost inaudibly, "After all of this time, Emily, I thought you would pick up a thing or two about fashion from me," She paused for a second, before continuing, "How are you expecting to get any girl's attention wearing that? Getting laid is totally out of the question,"

Emily glanced down, her eyebrows knitted in confusion with a hint of frustration, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" She asked. The outfit was one of the best Emily had placed together – a two-toned cardigan with a black tank top underneath, a skirt that stopped just a bit above her knees, a pair of pumps with a short heel. She thought that she had made a great selection.

"First of all," Hanna started as she made her way to Emily's closet, sliding open the door, her gaze falling upon the articles of clothing in the small space, "I know you have better clothes in here," The sound of the light scraping of metal hangers scratching the surface of the closet rod filled the bedroom as Hanna picked through Emily's clothes, "What happened to that dress you wore last year? You know, the black one?"

Emily cringed. She knew exactly which dress Hanna was referring to; she had worn it last year to a party, it clung to her curves, had a low cut that had everyone staring at her breasts, and it was entirely too short for Emily's taste. "I don't know where it is, Han," Emily lied, knowing exactly where she had it.

"Liar," Hanna simply remarked. She took out a pair of dark jeans, "Why haven't you worn these?" She observed the denim, "I bet these look great on you," She handed the clothing to her friend, "Put them on," Her attention went back to the closet, finding a shirt to go with the pants.

A sigh passed Emily's lips as she unzipped her skirt, letting it slide down her legs and dropping onto the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped out of her heels and pulled the jeans on, fastening the button and zipper. Hanna found the perfect shirt, "Oh yes, now this is the shirt here," She tossed the shirt to Emily, "Put it on, and then do something with your hair,"

"I… already did my hair…"

"Oh, well, then, let me redo it for you," Hanna offered, "Not that… your hair looks bad or whatever, you know, just give it some pizzazz."

Emily rolled her eyes, "'Pizzazz'? Really?" She repeated, "Fine,"

"I promise you won't recognize yourself, you'll look that good,"

"That good, huh?" Emily said, pulling her dark hair from it restraints, freeing her hair, "Show me,"

Phoenix was packed. The Friday night brought in an exceptionally large crowd into the nightclub; people who wanted fun from the workweek, people who wanted to drink to get drunk, and then, there were people who were just cruising for sex. In the darkened club, a beat resonated off the walls; bass rumbling the floor beneath the pairs of feet of gyrating bodies.

Emily felt a number of nerves bouncing around under her skin; partially from being out in this type of atmosphere – one that she was hardly exposed to; partially from being plainly nervous. She certainly had the intention of getting someone's attention, but the thought of it – the thought of actually getting the attention was nerve wrecking.

Peering at her anxious friend, Hanna gently pulled her into the sea of dancing souls, "Don't be so nervous, Em," She said loud enough to be heard over the music, swaying her hips to the beat, "Let yourself go,"

"Han," Emily said stiffly, feeling awkward, "I think I'm going to need a drink,"

"A drink? Yeah? I'll buy," With that, Hanna pulled her friend, once again, towards the crowded bar. Upon arrival, Hanna waved at the bartender, who approached the two young women with a toothy grin.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" He asked, his dark eyes flickering between the two, "Right now, we have a tequila special, free for ladies only,"

"Is that so?" The blonde looked over to the brunette, "How does tequila sound?"

Emily wasn't one to drink hard liqueur, in fact, she hadn't had a drop of alcohol for several months, but tonight she felt like she would need the liquid courage. "Sounds great," The bartender had already started pouring the clear substance into a shot glass before she completed her short response.

He slid two shot glasses to Emily and Hanna with a smile, "Here you go," Hanna took her glass, Emily followed suit, "Enjoy,"

"Thanks…" Emily said, cautiously taking a light sip of her shot, while Hanna downed hers in a simple gulp.

"Ah!" Hanna exhaled, feeling a burn at the back of her throat, "God, that's strong,"

Emily eyed Hanna, "Am I going to have to carry you out of here later?"

"Not at all," Hanna waved her hand dismissively, "Remember, we're here for you. So, pick a girl,"

"'Pick a girl'?"

"Yeah, any girl, but she must be able to satisfy all of your needs," Hanna stressed as Emily just smiled at her friend.

"But that isn't what tonight is all about, not entirely,"

"Sure it is, Em. This is your night, and we're going to make sure that you have fun. So, pick a girl, any girl,"

Emily's gaze scanned the room in spite of her determination not to give Hanna even the slightest bit of encouragement. And, though she told herself that Hanna's suggestion was beyond ridiculous, somewhere in the back of her mind, wondered that if she were insane enough to have a one-night stand, whom would she pick.

Finishing her drink, "Maybe later," She said, pushing the thought further back into her mind, "Let's dance," Taking the lead this time and leading the two of them to the dance floor. The beat of the music was fast paced, and the two of them fell into a rhythm quickly.

The two of them danced for a few songs, and Emily, unknowingly, was being stared at from afar - someone on the opposite side of the dance floor. Hanna saw the person and found herself grinning, "Em," she said

"Yeah?"

"That girl is totally checking you out,"

"What?"

"Look to the front, the girl in the vest," Hanna tilted her head in the direction of the admirer, "She had her eye on you,"

Emily peeked to where Hanna gestured towards and met the gaze of the young woman. She found darkened eyes staring at her with passion, a high level of intensity that caused Emily to shiver. Emily tore the eye contact, "She's probably looking at someone else,"

"No way!" Hanna stopped dancing, "You should go over there and talk to her," Emily shook her head, but found herself looking in the direction of the stranger once again, only disappointed to see no one there.

"Han, I told you, we're just having fun tonight,"

"Wouldn't it be nice to just… you know, get laid? I know that you haven't been laid in god knows how long; you're just going to hook up tonight, nothing else to it – you're not going to find someone to bring home to your mother, just some one that can fu—"

"Hanna!" Emily said at her friend's vulgar remarks, "God, you're… I… there's no one here that I want… like that,"

Hanna opened her mouth to reply but quickly shut it as she looked at the approaching person behind Emily, "We'll see," she remarked slyly, "I'm going back to the bar, alright?"

"I'll come with—"

"Nope, stay there, don't move," Hanna said rather quickly, and suspiciously, in Emily's opinion, "I will be back,"

As Hanna hurriedly pushed through the crowds of dancing persons, Emily stood alone, wondering why her friend abandoned her, "Is that your girlfriend?" A voice husked

Emily whirled around; meeting the familiar eyes of the stranger she had seen before, "Uh… no… not my girlfriend…"

"Great," She replied, "Do you come here often?"

"I've never been here,"

"Neither have I," The stranger said to her, and getting straight to the point; "Would you like to dance with me?" Her eyes seemed to glint in the darkness, a certain pull that had Emily captivated.

"Yes," Emily found herself saying, and the stranger stepped into her personal space, gently resting her hands on Emily's slim waist. Generally, not many people had gotten this close to Emily; she did not allow them. But there was something about the redheaded stranger that made Emily not even challenge the proximity of the two. They fell into step, a spell casted upon them by the beat of music – undeniable chemistry that pulled the two together. Emily swayed her hips provocatively, and her stranger followed suit – pressing herself against Emily, pulling her closer, and burying her face into the crook of Emily's neck.

"God," Emily said at some point, six songs later. Her breathing was labored, and a thin sheet of sweat masked her skin. Her breath hitched when she felt hands slowly brush up her waist and back down to settle on her hips.

"It's a bit hot in here, isn't it?"

Emily nodded, turning around to meet the gaze of her redheaded stranger. Her eyes were a vicious dark, staring unruly at Emily. She shuddered, "Yeah, it is,"

Emily's back collided into the bricked surface of the wall outside of the club and the redhead's body was pressed up against her; trapping her between the girl and the wall. The deep rumble of the bass from inside pounded harshly through the walls, sending shivers down Emily's spine. Her lips were against Emily's; moving with urgency and force.

Emily wrapped her arms around her neck and her fingers dug into the thick auburn hair; tugging her head impossibly closer to Emily's. As she felt hand wander down her torso, Emily found herself kissing the stranger with a certain, unexplainable amount of desperation, unable to control herself.

She pulled away briefly and her eyes stared deep into Emily's; dark, domineering chocolate eyes bored into Emily, successfully sending a spark down between her legs. She groaned, shifting around uncomfortably to the untreated desire. She returned her lips to Emily's with the same force as before and her hands moved up under her shirt. A million volts were electrocuting Emily as gentle fingers touched her bare skin, creating a path to her bra – inching teasingly underneath the nylon material.

Her lips pulled away from Emily's once again, leaving her breathless, "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," She said, her voice slightly hushed as if the two of them were being overheard, but laced with so much lust. She latched her mouth on to Emily's neck; her teeth nipping lightly at the bronze skin. A moaned elicited from her mouth – she knew from the way that her attractive stranger was working, a bruise was bound to form. Any other time, Emily would have cared, but for this moment, she was simply unbothered.

"Is that so?" She asked huskily, fingers grazing the redhead's scalp, earning a low moan, and a slow nod into the crook of her neck. Her hands finally slipped underneath Emily's bra – warm hands against bare breasts. She used the palm of her hands to massage her breasts in a circular manner; Emily's breath hitched to the sensation.

"Definitely," She said, her teeth grazing across the exposed flesh of her shoulder, "Out of all the women in the room, you're the only one who caught my attention. You captivated me," Emily groaned in response, "You're very beautiful," She sucked lightly on her skin again, probably leaving yet another bruise on Emily, "And extremely irresistible, it should be outlawed,"

She wanted to retaliate with a cocky response, but as soon as Emily opened her mouth to utter a single word, her redhead squeezed my breasts lightly and she could only moan toward the action. She couldn't understand how this beautiful stranger could make her react this way; it was as if she was an enchantress and Emily was hopelessly under her spell.

"Oh, my God," Emily moaned breathlessly. Her hands left a trail of fire as she traced her fingers down her waist, planting them on her hips. She moved her hands to Emily's backside, cupping her ass and pulling her closer to her body.

She smirked devilishly at Emily, "Tell me what you want me to do to you," Her tongue darted out as she quickly swiped it across her bottom lip, awaiting an answer. After a few seconds, "Mm… mysterious stranger of the night," She titled Emily, maintaining that smirk on her face, "Do you really have to think about it?"

"Touch me," She said responded, "Unless… you don't want to," Emily provoked, watching her eyes get a particular glint that Emily had saw earlier in the night. She pressed her lips against Emily's roughly, just adding enough pressure to make her feel weak in the knees. Emily's moaned into their heated kiss, and she ran her hands down her front.

"God, you're so sexy," She murmured, her hands dipped into Emily's pants and she gasped, Emily's hips bucking to her movement. Anticipation ripple through her body as her body undoubtedly awaited her touch, and, luckily, Emily did not have to wait long. She dipped her hand into Emily's pants, her fingertips rubbed just the right place, and her breath hitched, her heartbeat quickened. She groaned, "You're so wet," Her voice was husky, caked with lust.

The redhead before her pressed her fingers to Emily's core and she found herself bucking her hips once more, "Give me more," She pleaded, and the redhead nodded, planting kisses on Emily's neck as she increased her ministrations, pulling her underwear to the side and making contact with her directly.

Emily moaned loudly to her first touch against her, "Oh, my God," She cried, her arms wrapping tightly around her neck, fingers digging into the blades of her shoulders through the thin material of her shirt.

She grunted, "More?" She asked and Emily nodded, "I can give you that," Two of her slender fingers entered Emily slowly, and she groaned, feeling her thrust slowly, calculating, and she was hitting the right spots, as if she knew Emily so well inside and out. It was outrageous, all of this was— this woman, being here, doing this.

Emily cried out once more as she hit such a sensitive spot within her. Emily found eyes staring at her fiercely, her brown eyes had turned black, and she was breathing so deeply, her entire focus was on Emily. There was an underlying level of intimacy between them; entirely more than 'fucking' a stranger.

Her thrusts quickened and Emily was finding myself winding with each thrust; her body reaching a certain peak that hadn't been reached in ages. "Jesus Christ…" she cried.

The familiar smirk appeared on the redhead's face as she continued, "My name is Paige, actually," She said as Emily moaned more, almost incessantly.

"P-Paige," She moaned, her name slipping out of her mouth like silk; so fitting. Emily's insides felt like it was pulsating – contracting to each feeling, everything around me seemed so heated, like she was in a room of fire, an intensifying inferno – seconds from combusting. With a knowing look, Paige pressed her fingers against a sensitive spot and Emily lost herself.

Every nerve in her body was exploding like fireworks; her body shook as her orgasm rocked through—moving through like a tornado. She felt my knees buckle, but a strong arm held her up, "I've got you," Paige said as Emily panted, feeling her high fading away very slowly. "Are you okay?" She asked, while Emily took time for her breathing to return to normal.

Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

She kissed Emily very softly, "Good," Paige slowly removed her fingers from Emily, and took her hand from her pants.

Emily had missed it already.

"I… I…" Emily started, not really finding any words to complete my sentence, "Paige…"

"Yeah?" She answered, smiling gracefully, "You know… you know my name," She started to say as she lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from Emily's flushed face, "But I don't know yours,"

She licked her lips slowly, "My name is Emily,"

"Emily," Paige drawled out, letting her name roll off of her tongue sexily. God. Emily thought feeling the lust building back up inside of her, "Emily," She said once more. Emily watched Paige open her mouth slowly, "Em—" She jolted as she felt her phone ring, interrupting the bubble the two had created between each other. She took out her phone, looking at the screen, and frowning slightly, "I'm sorry," She apologized to Emily before swiping her thumb across the screen and pressed the device to her ear, "What is it?" She answered, "Spence… No… I didn't leave, I'm still here… no, wait…" Her eyes flint up to Emily's, "There's nothing wrong with my voice, Spencer," She said, her voice dipping into a whisper, "Look, I'll take you home, alright?" She ended her call, looked at Emily apologetically, and sighed, "I really hate to leave you like this, but I have to drive my friend home,"

"It's alright," Emily said, trying not to let her disappointment be evident.

Paige's lips found Emily's once more before she separated herself from her body, heading back into the club. Emily leaned my head back in the empty alley, staring up into the dark sky.

Paige.

"Emily?" Three light knocks against the wood of Emily's bedroom door.

No answer.

"Em?" Two more.

No answer.

"Emily, are you in there?" Hanna opened the door and was greeted by the darkness of her best friend's room. Heading towards the bed slowly, "Em?" She said softly, noticing that her friend, who was always punctual with time, was still asleep. Hanna made her way towards the windows, drawing the curtains back to reveal the sunlight of the morning time.

Emily's eyes fluttered, "Nooo…" She slurred, rolling over and pulling her duvet over her head, "Go away,"

Hanna placed her hands on her hips, "Emily," She said sternly. Emily didn't answer, "Come on," She said again, softer this time. And finally, "Fine then," She said, pulling the duvet from Emily and dropping it on the floor. Emily groaned in disapproval, "How much did you drink last night?" She asked as Emily sat up in slow motion. Hanna's eyes went huge when she looked over her friend, "Oh… my… god, are those hickeys?"

"What?"

"They totally is!" Suddenly not caring about anything else, she jumped on Emily's bed, "Did you hook up last night?"

"What?" Emily repeated, rubbing her eyes slowly, "I haven't even been awake for thirty seconds, Han…"

"Was it that one girl that we saw?"

"… and I'm really tired, I didn't even get in bed until two in the morning," Emily continued, ignoring Hanna.

"Oh my god, I bet it was,"

"And I'm pretty sure that I'm either still drunk, or just extremely tired, I can't tell which,"

"You have to tell me all about it,"

"Hanna" Emily said, rolling her eyes

"Emily,"

"You totally hooked up last night,"

"Why aren't you letting me sleep,"

"Ummm… because we have a mandatory meeting this morning? Remember?" Hanna grinned, "Or did the good sex you have make you forget everything?" Emily blushed profusely, and Hanna squealed, "Oh my god, you have to tell me about it,"

"Please kill me now," Emily said, dramatically picking up one of her pillows and placing it over her face. Hanna pulled the pillow away from Emily's face with the same grin.

"It's nine-thirty, by the way,"

"What?"

"The time right now, and our meeting is at ten,"

"What?!" Emily screeched, jumping out of bed, "Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

"Because it's usually you who wakes me up…?"

The last time Emily ever had to cover up hickeys was back in high school, when she and her then-girlfriend, Maya, were always getting hot and heavy, which had left a great deal of love-bites on Emily's neck and shoulders. And, for one thing for sure, Emily never wanted her mother to know about her sex life. Now, as an adult, she couldn't wear hickeys around in the workplace – she had to uphold an image.

Mr. Shaw rubbed his graying beard slowly as his dark hazel eyes scanned around the room, studying each of his staff members, "As everyone knows that this upcoming quarter is fairly important to the industry," He started, "It's crucial time period, and generally the highest grossing quarter of every year," Everyone hummed in agreement, "To start off this meeting, I have a very important announcement to make,"

He stood from his chair at the head of the table, and headed towards the door, "Ms. Fields?"

Emily perked up, "Yes, sir?"

"As project manager, you maintain a very important position here, " He started, citing information that Emily was fairly aware of, "But for this quarter, and the amount of revenue that we have set as a target goal, I can only assume that you'll need assistance,"

"Yes?" She answered, agreeing with uncertainty.

"I'd like to introduce your new partner, Paige McCullers from Harmon-Jenkins Industries," He said as he opened the door and the familiar redhead walked in, "Paige McCullers," He introduced, nodding towards Emily, "This is Emily Fields,"

Emily stared like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Hanna elbowed Emily, but it didn't pull her out of her reverie, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fields," Paige said smoothly, breaking the soon-to-be awkwardness, "Let's make this a great quarter,"

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