Author's Note:
The minimum age for bar tending in Washington state is in fact, 21. Age limitations were obviously changed for the story to work. Don't have a hissy fit.

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One week.

One full week of dreams- little flashes in her mind of a lonely girl placed too high on her self made pedestal. Her eyes, so much like Izzy's own eyes.. Her temperament, her mannerisms, her clothes, right down to her hair and her CHOICES.. There was no way she'd ever want to be that girl. But then.. Why was she dreaming about it, did it mean she was longing for a proverbial ball and chain to be wrapped around her ankle and weigh her down? Did she really want to be attached to a life where decisions weren't her own and her choices were ripped from her?

She snorted at that.

Not a chance.

Izzy may have been a little unsure of certain things she wanted later on the road in her life- children being one of them following closely behind her freedom being taken away.. Having her actions dictated to her hour by hour? It wasn't in the cards for her, and she'd die if it ever came to pass. She needed to be free. She needed to fly.

The rumble of motorcycles on the street- three to be exact- brought her from her thoughts. She added the finishing touches to her makeup- heavy eyeliner and mascara along with bold red lip stain- and laced her boots. She smirked and gave herself a wink before walking out the door, pausing long enough to lock it behind her.

She placed the key around a chain on her neck.. She never carried a purse, there was no need. Her black jeans laced completely up the sides, stopping at her upper thigh- leaving the mind free to imagine if she wore anything underneath. The corset top she wore was solid black with dark red ribbon stitching detail on the sides and a zipper that was left slightly unzipped to show off just a hint on her cleavage.

She turned and leaned against her now locked door, a sassy smirk playing over her lips.. She took in the man waiting for her. His long legs were clad in black denim jeans, his feet covered in black leather road boots. His hoodie was black as well with skulls adorning the sleeves. He was sin reincarnated.

His friends were dressed similarly. They all waited for her to saunter down to them before the one on the left- Jared she remembered his name to be- frowned and looked away. She arched an eyebrow before Paul wrapped her in his jacket he had pulled from one of his saddle bags.

"What's up with him?"

"Don't worry about it. We had words earlier. He's still upset about it."

Izzy smiled. It was almost too perfect..

Jared scowled and gripped his handlebars tight. He could have SWORN it was her he saw last Sunday sitting prim and proper with the other Stepford wives in the diner. Paul was hellbent on having Izzy as his own, but he needed to know for sure just what he was getting himself into.. They had come to blows- something that had their friends shocked.

Paul refused to believe that the woman that was now climbing onto his bike and snaking her arms around his waist was anything other than the hellcat she appeared to be. With a shake of his head, he pulled out onto the road, dutifully following his best friend. He'd keep an eye on her. He'd find out just why Izzy and the girl from the diner looked so similar. And then he'd tell Paul. Until then, he'd stay quiet.

He watched her when they stopped at a red light.. She leaned forward and nipped at the exposed skin of Paul's neck causing him to shudder. She was a vixen.. And she was playing with fire. Paul was the best rider he knew, but even he had his limits.. Izzy was pushing them now by teasing him like that.

"Where are we going?" She asked him.

Paul smirked. "Enjoy the ride little girl. We're going out to a party at my friend's house.

He moved his free hand over hers and put it back onto his side. He couldn't afford to crash before they even got to the house. He wanted to show her off tonight. She seemed to thrive on the nightlife.. She was perfect for his world.. Sex, drinking and partying all night long.

Izzy took the hint, smirked and remained lax for the rest of the ride.. It was a short one. Another twenty minutes or so and they were pulling into a residential area. Ten minutes after that, the bikes were parked in a semi secluded driveway at the end of a cul-de-sac. Two minutes after that and they were greeted by the pounding bass that Izzy loved.

"Come on. Everyone is back here."

Hello's were said and Izzy fell into place by Paul's side shooting a game of pool against his friend, Sam.. She won him twenty bucks- easy money- and smirked when Sam shook his head and called her a hellcat.

Izzy arched an eyebrow when next she turned around. Apparently the house party had drawn the hookers and whores out.. The girls were all friends of people attending, but it didn't stop them from clinging to all the available single men in the room. Paul wasn't hers by any means.. But she could see that he needed to be rescued. The bottle blonde clinging to his neck while he sat at the makeshift bar needed to be taught what personal space was..

Izzy sauntered over to them, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Paul obviously knew the girl.. He called her Lauren. Just how he knew her, Izzy didn't care. She smirked when he locked his gaze with hers, his curiosity peaked at her intentions.

"Pauly… I'm right here. And don't smoke near me… it's nasty!"

Paul frowned.. He hated being told he couldn't smoke. His eyes remained locked with Izzy's causing Lauren to huff.

Izzy reached her hand out and took Paul's hand in her own. "Dance with me."

Paul smirked around the cigarette in between his lips. "Of course."

Lauren glared and slapped their hands apart causing Izzy to turn and look at her with an almost bored expression as she took her in. "Who the hell are you?"

"What's it to you?"

"You're messing with MY man! Go get your own!"

Paul nearly choked on the smoke he had just inhaled.. Since WHEN was he hers?

Izzy nodded her head and turned towards Paul. She grabbed the cigarette from his lips, turned back to Lauren and inhaled. She said nothing.. A minute later the smoke was blown intentionally in her face.

"Back off. Paul's not yours. If anything, tonight, he's mine."

Paul shivered.. That he could live with. He pulled her away to the area where couples were writing against one another.

She smirked when Lauren stood there gob smacked. She'd find her wits before the night was out and try something..Probably.. Izzy was almost sure of it. For now though, now Lauren watched and sulked as the man she wanted was held in the arms of another woman.

"So I'm yours for tonight?"

Izzy smirked and moved her body flush to his.. She had initiated the contact and it shocked Paul for a second. If he knew one thing about her from the previous weekend, it was that she didn't like to be touched too much- she had let him touch her, but he was a breed all his own.

"For now." She mused bringing him out of his thoughts. She inhaled deeply from the cigarette before pulling his face down to hers. "Open up."

Paul smirked. The smoke was addictive on its own, but now, with her lips barely touching his as she exhaled into his mouth, it was even more so. He'd never met a girl who was willing to do this.. Most girls were too shy to try it. Yet, here was Izzy...

His eyes closed and he couldn't help the slight moan that escaped his lips. He knew she could feel him- hot, hard and eager for her. He wasn't ashamed of the fact that he wanted her either.

"Fire, little girl."

Izzy smirked. "I can handle it." She said as her hands snuck down the front of his body. "Can you?"

They stayed like that, wrapped in their own bubble. Time passed but they stayed close, sharing an occasional shot gun kiss.. They only broke apart to get something to drink when they were both sweating lightly.

"Bout time you two come over here. We've all got boners watching you two fucking with clothes on." Sam teased.

Paul shrugged. "You'll get over it. What's that?" He asked nodding to the drink in Sam's hand.

".50 Caliber. Want one?"

"You make it?"

"Nah… Embry did." He said nodding his head to his kid brother.

Embry smirked. His drinks were always strong. He was a bartender by profession and had no problems acting as such at his brothers parties. At 18, he was one of the most sought after bartenders in Lux Lunae. Izzy's eyes widened some. That's where she knew him from..

"Here Paul. And for your girl?"

Izzy smirked. "Let me have what he's having. And I'm only his for tonight."

Embry eyed her. "You sure?" It was a loaded question.

She smiled sweetly.. There was that perfect smile again that had Jared frowning.

"Sure. I can handle it." She ignored the other half of that question.

Embry shrugged and within a minute had her drink made and in her hands. He watched in fascination as she downed it in three gulps. He shook his head and sighed.

"She's something else, Paul."

Paul grinned and sidled in behind her. "Any fool could have told him that." He whispered hotly into her ear.

She grinned and tilted her head to the side.. His lips found her neck and smirked when she shuddered.

"No marks.. I'm not private property."

He smirked. "Yet."

"I mean it Paul. No marks."

He conceded and moved his lips from her shoulder up her neck to her jaw. He slid one hand up her stomach to lightly rest against her neck as her head turned towards his. Their lips met in a seductive kiss that almost literally sucked all the air in from around them.. They were lost in a private bubble of slowly growing lust.

"Sam, man… shut it down! Cops are on the way. Heard it on the radio!"

Izzy noticed the time.. 3 am.. Holy hell. She'd been unaware of the time almost since she walked through the door of the house.

The ride home was smooth and they made amazing timing. Jared was the only one of his friends to ride back with him.. He dutifully waited while Paul helped Izzy off the back of his bike and followed her to the door.

Before he left, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and pinned her lightly against the door. Their lips met in a hard kiss that left her breathless when he pulled away.

"What was that?" She wondered.

Another kiss was placed to her lips, equally hard.. "Something to remember me by." He muttered walking back down the steps.

"Paul!"

He turned to her. "Yeah?"

"Your jacket."

"Save it for me."

Izzy sighed and leaned against the door, watching him drive off, her hands in the pockets. Her brow furrowed when she felt something in the left one. Pulling it out, she grinned.

Call me when you want your next ride- Paul.

She locked the door behind her and made her way to the bedroom. She had just enough energy to change into her sleep clothes and lay the jacket across the end of the bed before sleep took her. Her dreams were filled with images of Paul's face above her. It was safe to say he was worming his way under her skin. For a little while, she could stop herself from feeling like she was falling apart.

She couldn't wait to see what happened next.