02 – Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf

He had heard her long before he saw her. The heels of her shoes were clicking loudly through the whole foyer. Click, Click, click. The sound was highly unnerving. Click, click, click. Click my fucking ass, Sawyer thought. He was faster and faster running out of patience and didn't have nerves for annoying noises or the corresponding female. He was scanning the room for the origin of the clicking when he saw a deep black pair of Mary Janes head into his direction. He'd always had a thing for women who could wear a pair of Mary Janes. Not every woman was made for this kind of shoes. You had to be graceful, painfully beautiful and cold and decisive. A woman only had to walk a few feet and you could see if she was made for Mary Janes or not. This woman was.

Sawyer's gaze had merely reached her knees and he knew that this woman was the perfect example of a Mary Jane. The silky material of her pale and flesh-colored tights (or was it stockings? He desperately hoped so….) clung to her perfect legs like a second skin. A few perfectly measured tiny inches above her knees floated silky blue material that, if you let your gaze wander higher, was dancing around her hips with graceful ease. Only a few inches higher the azure gown clung to her firm breasts way too erotically and Sawyer swallowed down the tight knot of something that terribly resembled arousal. Where the dress ended just above the swell of Mary Jane's beautiful and not too ostentatious cleavage her soft and milky skin began.

Sawyer felt his heartbeat quicken yet again and was truly astounded at how aroused he could become without having even seen her face. Down her neck hung a delicate silver necklace. Sooner or later he would have to take the time to pay attention to what exactly the little pendant was, but his gaze was already transfixed to the most sensual pair of lips he'd ever seen. He wanted to touch, to kiss, to lick and nibble. He could imagine the softness, could see how she'd look pouted after having kissed her thoroughly. Her nose was a little pointy and close to perfect. Now only her eyes were left to be explored by his inquisitive gaze. Green depths. There was no other way to describe those mesmerizing orbs. She was wearing black eyeliner to define the intensity even more. Her deep brown hair was tied up in a tight knot but it didn't lessen her incredibly female and beautiful look at all. The first coherent thought that came to Sawyer's thoughts was: "I'm wrecked."He had never felt like this about a woman before. He'd had his share of girls, women and those, one could only describe as whores, but never had one taken him aback like this.

On closer inspection Kate felt her hopes and wishes confirmed. He was tall, taller than her father and definitely taller than most of the men living in Hong Kong. His shoulders had the perfect width to cuddle against and she was already imagining herself captured in his grip, his strong arms holding her close to the place where his heart was beating like mad. The top buttons of his blue shirt were open and Kate imagined how it would feel to let her hand touch the skin beneath. What would it feel like to let her small fingers open a few more buttons to reveal and revel in what lay beneath. Taut muscles, tanned skin. Kate knew her pulse was quickening indecently but she couldn't help it. His chin and lower cheeks were covered with short stubble that made him look dangerous, like a bad boy on the run. Kate had always had a thing for the bad guys, but this one was definitely different. His blueish eyes said something entirely else than his body language.

His body was proud, strong, sexy and certain. But his eyes were vulnerable and begging for understanding, begging for hold and support and most of all for love. Kate was slightly confused. It seemed like two hearts were beating in this man's chest. One of them was the side that everyone got to see, the hard businessman, the guy who got what he wanted, how he wanted it and when he wanted it. A person that didn't ask questions but told others what to do. Someone who didn't let his feelings show, who made everyone believe he had none. But this little spark in his eyes, a mere hint of something else entirely, told Kate stories of an entirely different person. A tale of someone who got hurt. Who was still hurting and bleeding and fighting with his demons, desperately struggling to find a way to survive this world without getting hurt any more. His eyes were those of a little boy lost in this world without anyone to hold on to. Kate wondered what had happened to him to make him hide the little boy in his eyes and try to make everyone believe he was something else.

Until she couldn't bear his look anymore. Boyish, sexy and mocking. Kate noticed his stare, slowly wandering from her legs, to her hips, her breasts, her lips, up to her eyes until his were looking straight into hers with a sudden glint of fire and – something else. To hell with the traumatized child, the guy was checking her out openly and without shame and was giving her a self-sufficient smirk. Screw the arrogant bastard who thought he could have her within the blink of an eye. Kate decided that if he could play cool and sexy and oh so arrogant, so could she. Kate put her right hand on her hip, put on her sexiest smile, gave him a patronizing look and said: "Lost, Cowboy?" The look of shock and anger in his eyes were reward enough, it proved that, even though she hadn't started fully yet, she was already pissing him off, big time.

Sawyer felt the anger crawl back upon him. He'd been enjoying her beauty, was literally reveling in her eyes, her lips and everything else but the woman didn't have anything better to do than give him a smirk and laugh about him. Nobody was laughing about him. He'd show her. "Why, sugar? You wanna help me find my way? Or did you lose your way in this big and scary building, Cinderella? You want me to kill the evil witch?" Sawyer let his dimples and his most arrogant expression show and looked directly in to her green eyes trying to ignore how beautiful they were. Kate was smiling inwardly. If he was game than so was she. "I'd rather worry about the big bad wolf if I were you, Cowboy. You want me to guard you through the dark forest to meet him?" Kate smiled smugly knowing he'd be annoyed. The man was simply too handsome for his own good and obviously knew it, too. Dangerous combination. Sawyer thought about a sneaky answer for a split second when he realized that he'd just been offered an elevator ride with little sexy riding hood. He flashed her a grin. "Would be my pleasure, sweetcheeks."

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Mistake. Big terrible major mistake. He was too close. She could literally smell him. Musky cologne mixed with a hint of sweat. Sexy. Dangerous. Wrong. Kate was beginning to breathe hard and she was damn sure he knew. It had to be the elevator. Had it always been this small? Too small. Way too small. The damn thing was deliberately moving slowly, wasn't it? Kate knew that she shouldn't feel like that. She was always composed, could always control her emotions, never yelled or cried, could handle her liquor like no one else could, she just couldn't be falling for a total stranger. Sex starved. That's what she was, that was the answer to all of this, wasn't it? Only a few more seconds. The elevator had to reach the right floor sooner or later. Sooner, she hoped. Later, she knew.

Sawyer felt the heat come from her body. She was hot. Literally. Her body was heating up the small cubicle like a fire. He wanted to shrug off his jacket and his shirt. He wanted to run his hands up her soft thighs, up her back and slowly open that dress. No. Wrong line of thought. She was probably the Big Bad Wolf's assistant. Don't screw her. Don't touch her. Just don't. Sawyer noticed a little drop of sweat running from her neck lower. And lower. Touch her. Kiss her. Screw her for God's sake. This is the smallest elevator ever, right? Is the damn thing moving? Touch her. The elevator isn't moving. Touch her. If this damned thing is actually moving it's the slowest thing in the history of elevators. Touch her. Just how many floors can one single building have? Touch her. No. Touch her. I said no, damn it. Touch her, you idiot. No! Yes! No!

Suddenly Sawyer turned towards her and grabbed her hard and unexpected. He shoved her into the wall of the elevator and barely managed to hit the emergency halt button. The elevator stopped abruptly and Kate gasped. Everything was moving fast now. Sawyer was grinding his hips into hers with full force one hand resting on the wall just inches away from her head the other gripping her hip almost violently. He was breathing hard. But so was she. She could feel his breath on her lips and just wanted him to close these last few inches between them. "Sawyer" he whispered. "Kate" she answered back and this was enough for both of them. Sawyer crushed his lips down on hers trying to take everything immediately. His lips were hard and soft at the same time, ravishing hers, pulling and sucking and licking. He darted his tongue forward, devoured the feel of it, explored, touched. Kate couldn't move. This was too much. Only a few seconds more and she would burn alive and nothing would be left of her. Sawyer was everywhere. His full length was pressed against her and his mouth did things to her she'd never been dreaming of. The hand on her hips was moving over her dressed body with a wanton need and was trying to find access to her naked skin. Suddenly she felt it slide over her thigh, higher, higher. She wanted higher. She wanted deeper. She wanted more. So much more.