My back collided into the hard surface of the wall outside of the club and her body was pressed up against me; trapping me between herself and the wall. I could feel the deep rumble of the bass pounding through the wall and it sent shivers down my spine. I felt her lips on mine; moving with urgency and force. I wrapped my arms around her neck and my fingers dug into her thick auburn hair; tugging her head impossibly closer to mine. I felt her teeth lightly graze my lips as we kissed with desperation and her hands began to wonder down my torso, stopping at my hips.

She pulled away briefly and her eyes stared deep into mine; those dark chocolate eyes bored into me, sending a spark down between legs. I groaned, shifting around uncomfortably to the untreated desire. I wanted her, and I didn't give a fuck where we were. She returned her lips to mine with the same force as before and her hands moved up under my shirt. It felt like I was being electrocuted with her fingers; they were so gentle, yet, so aggressive. Her fingers made their way to my bra—darting her fingers teasingly underneath it

Her lips pulled away from mine again and I felt like she'd sucked some air from me. I was fucking breathless. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," She said, her voice slightly slurred from the alcohol, but laced with so much lust. She latched her mouth on to my neck; her teeth nipping lightly at the skin. I moaned elicited from my mouth and I could feel my eyes roll back. I felt mouth suck on my neck in a manner that I knew a bruise was bound to form, but, I just didn't care. I just cared for this moment.

"Is that so?" I heard myself ask huskily. I heard her moan very quietly as she nodded into my neck and her hands finally slipped underneath my bra. Her hands were cold against my bare breasts and they made my nipples hard almost instantly. She used the palm of her hands to massage my breasts in a circular manner; my breath hitched to the sensation.

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

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

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

She smirked devilishly at me, "Tell me what you want me to do to you," Her tongue darted out as she quickly swiped it across her bottom lip. She was so damn attractive; her cockiness only intensified her level of attractiveness. It wasn't arrogant, but it certainly wasn't timid, just that amount of balance that allowed her to be bold enough to approach me, dance with me, use that level of charm to entice me to where we were now. Her voice pulled me from my thoughts, "Mm… mysterious stranger of the night," She titled me, maintaining that smirk on her face, "Do you really have to think about it?"

"Touch me," I said breathlessly, "Unless… you don't want to," I provoked, watching her eyes get a particular glint that I couldn't recognize. She pressed her lips against mine roughly, just adding enough pressure to make me feel weak in my knees. I heard her moan into our heated kiss, and she ran her hands down my front.

"God, you're so sexy," She murmured, her hands dipped into my pants and I gasped, my hips bucking to her movement. God… I felt anticipation ripple through my body; I yearned for her next touch. And, luckily, she didn't make me wait. She dipped her hand into my pants, her fingertips rubbed just the right place, and my breath hitched, my heartbeat quickened. She groaned, "You're so wet," Her voice was husky, caked with lust.

The redhead before me pressed her fingers to my core and I found myself bucking my hips once more, "Give me more," I pleaded, and she nodded, planting kisses on my neck as she increased her ministrations, pulling my underwear to the side and making contact with me directly. I moaned loudly to her first touch against me, "Oh, my God," I cried, my arms wrapping tightly around her neck, my fingers digging into the blades of her shoulders through the thin material of her shirt.

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

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

Her thrusts quickened and I was finding myself unwinding with each thrust; my body reaching a certain peak that I have felt before. "Jesus Christ…" I cried.

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

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

Every nerve in my body was exploding like fireworks; my body shook as my orgasm rocked through—moving through like a tornado. I felt my knees buckle, but a strong arm held me up, "I've got you," Paige said as I panted, feeling my high fading away slowly. "Are you okay?" She asked, while I took time for my breathing to return to normal. Not trusting my voice, I nodded. She kissed me very softly, "Good," Paige slowly removed her fingers from me, and took her hand from my pants. I had missed it already.

"I… I…" I 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 my face, "But I don't know yours,"

I licked my lips slowly, "My name is Emily,"

"Emily," Paige drawled out, letting my name roll off of her tongue sexily. God. I could feel the lust building back up inside of me, "Emily," She said once more.

If she says my name one more time… I'm going to lose my goddamn mind.

I watched her open her mouth slowly, "Em—" She jolted as she felt her phone ring, interrupting the bubble we had created between just us. She took out her phone, looking at the screen, and frowning slightly, "I'm sorry," She apologized to me before swiping her thumb across the screen and pressed the device to her ear, "What?" She answered, "Spence… No… I didn't leave, I'm still here… no, wait…" Her eyes flint up to mine, "There's nothing wrong with my voice, Spencer," She said, her voice dipping into a whisper, "Look, I'll take you home, alright?" She hanged up and looked at me apologetically, "I hate to leave you like this, but I have to drive my friend home,"

"It's alright," I said, trying not to let my disappointment evident.

Her lips found mine once more before she separated herself from my body, heading back into the club. I leaned my head back in the empty alley, staring up into the dark sky.

Paige.

"Emily!" The heavy duvet was ripped from my body as Hanna pounced in my bed, "Wake up," I cracked my eyes open to the morning glow, "Oh my god, how much did you drink last night?" She asked, her eyes looking me over, "Is that a hickey?" She pointed and I groaned; partially because I was hung over and partially because I certainly didn't want to tell Hanna about my one night stand, especially since that was out of character for me. "It is!" She declared, "Did you hook up?"

"Hanna," I groaned, "I haven't even been up for two minutes…"

"You totally did…"

"And I didn't get home until three this morning," I continued, ignoring her declaration.

"You have to tell me all about it,"

"And I'm pretty sure that I'm still drunk or severely hung over, I can't tell which,"

"Emily,"

"Hanna,"

"You hooked up last night, didn't you?"

"Why aren't you letting me sleep in?"

"We have a staff meeting at work this morning, don't you remember?" She asked, "Or was the sex that good for you to forget?" I blushed profusely, but the action itself was enough for an answer, "Oh my God, Emily,"

I picked up one of my pillows and placed it over my face, "Kill me now, please,"

She ripped the pillow from my hands, "Was it that blonde from the bar?" She accused, "I think her name was Sam… Samar… Something like that, was it her?" I shook my head, and Hanna further listed girls who appeared to be interested in me last night, "Who was it Emily?"

I shrugged, "I don't know," I lied, "I met her on the dance floor," That part was true, I did meet Paige on the dance floor… and she was a very good dancer.

"And you just hooked up with her?"

"Yes,"

"Ballsy," She said, smiling, "Who knew that Emily Fields would do such a thing?" She got up from my bed, "Oh, just to let you know, our meeting is at ten,"

"Yeah…?"

"And it's already a little after nine,"

I glance over at my nightstand, looking at the clock. Sure enough, it was ten minutes after nine, and it definitely took a good thirty minutes for me to get ready, and fifteen minutes to get to work. Breakfast was out of the question, and impossible to fit in. I glared at Hanna, "You did this on purpose,"

I haven't had to cover up hickies since tenth grade in high school; my then girlfriend, Maya, had a thing for leaving a ton of them on me, and my mother didn't need to know that her daughter had a girlfriend, let alone having intense make out sessions. The extra make up felt a bit awkward on my neck, but I couldn't show these types of markings at work.

"As everyone knows, this upcoming quarter is fairly important to the industry," My boss started, as I sat with my coworkers in the conference room, "It's a 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 up from his chair at the head of the table, and headed towards the door, "Ms. Fields?"

"Yes, sir?" I answered with uncertainty.

"As project manager, you maintain a very important position," He started, citing information I had already knew, "But for this quarter and the amount of revenue that we have as a target goal, I can only assume that you'd need assistance,"

"Yes?" I agreed, not understanding where he was heading with this conversation.

"I'd like to introduce you to your new partner, Paige McCullers from Harmon-Jenkins Industries," He said as he opened the door and the familiar redhead walked in front of the table of my coworkers and myself, "Ms. McCullers, you'll be working with our project manager, Emily Fields,"

Her eyes met mine and my blood ran cold, I couldn't find any words. Hanna elbowed me from my right, trying to stir my attention.

Luckily, Paige spoke before me, "It's nice to meet you, Emily," She said, with another one of those smirks, "I'm sure we'll be a great team."

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