Flack Meets His Dream

Chapter 11

Flack opened the door to the loud and rocking bar to allow Isabella to walk in first. Several heads turned to see who just walked in, curious to know if they knew them, curious if maybe they could go home with them and some just plain curious. Flack quickly followed Isabella wrapping his long arm around her shoulders, tucking her under his arm protectively, claiming her immediately. Everyone knew Flack. He was the department's golden boy. Very few knew the gorgeous red-head he was with. Flack had made an effort, a serious effort, to keep their relationship very low key, practically off the grid. That right there was an indication of how serious he was about Isabella. This was their first public unofficial departmental outing. There had been a few benefits they attended together, but he would not have run into anyone he knew except perhaps the Commissioner or Chief of Police. Here, he might not know everyone, but everyone knew him. And Hawkes was right. It brought out the Neanderthal in him. He wanted to tuck Isabella away where no one could find her, hurt her, or take her away from him. Whatever happened to that confident and casual playboy? He seemed to have melted away as Isabella filled his heart. The confidence would come back. Isabella was not the type to cause him intentional jealousy or pain. The playboy was gone. He simply had no desire for anyone else.

Isabella walked into the bar, seeing all the curious faces, hers curious as well. Flack immediately declared ownership in his alpha male way. She wasn't sure who the top dog was around here, but she was pretty sure Flack was up there at the top of the heap. He led her to the huge booth that the crime lab had taken over. Everyone slid over to allow Don and Isabella to join them. She knew everyone of course, and this Friday night everyone had turned out since she was coming for the first time. Isabella immediately settled in answering people's questions and joining in conversations. She had a chance to catch up with Jess. It had been weeks since they had lunch together, although they talked more often than that. They certainly called each other friend, and maybe even best friends since there were so few women in their circle. But that also sort of reeked of High School Musical, so they didn't try to define their friendship. Don ordered beer for both he and Isabella. He knew she preferred Amstel Light or Spatën Munich. He liked his beer of the darker brew. Anyone looking could tell they were terrifically in love. She watched him while he talked. He constantly touched her hair and even buried his face in it a few times. She never even twitched at the very personal invasion of her space.

Finally Isabella talked Don onto the dance floor, which he was finally comfortable enough to take her. She knew he was a fabulous dancer so she was excited. At the benefits they attended together, everything had to be more proper than this place called for. The music was loud and the dancing was rowdy. There wasn't a band, but a juke box that played all the current and older hits, rock 'n roll, country, jazz. Flack walked over to the juke box, leading Isabella by the hand behind him. He stuck four quarters in the machine and chose four songs. She watched what he chose, pleased, and then very surprised at his last choice.

Isabella leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Dirty dancing, indeed." Even over the loud music her voice enveloped him in that whisper of sex and sin. He had no idea how he would get through the night without taking her out back and fucking her senseless. He gave her a very lascivious look and led her onto the dance floor. There were several songs ahead of his choices so they danced to them, a mix of rock and country. Finally his choices came up. He had chosen some very hot songs, along with one that would absolutely steam the wrinkles out of your clothes. They slow danced to Eric Clapton's You Look Wonderful Tonight, Aerosmith's Don't Want to Miss a Thing, and Sarah McLachlan's Arms of an Angel. Isabella thought there could not be a more romantic night. The whole bar, the people, everything melted away until it was just Don Flack and Isabella Atherton holding each other, staring into the other's eyes, uncaring or unaware of the eyes watching. Some were moved at the emotion that flowed between them, others thought it ridiculous that Flack of all people would be so taken with a woman, even one as beautiful as this one. There was always another beautiful woman around the next corner for Flack. Neither of the couple dancing cared. The last dance Flack had chosen was the one that had raised Isabella's eye brow and made her smirk. He chose Jace Everett's I Wanna Do Bad Things to You. If ever there was a song to cause a riot, if danced right, this was it.

Everett's deep voice with all the nasty and sexy undertones one's voice could hold came on. Flack slowly moved Isabelle so her back was against his chest. Their bodies undulated to the music while she held her arms out and he trailed his hands along them, reaching her hands and linking their fingers together. He then, with their two hands connected, slid them down first her body and then his, not missing a curve or touch of skin. His tongue and teeth bit at her neck where she had intentionally exposed it to him. She gasped at how sexual the sensation was. She had danced this before, but never quite got the charge out of it previously. The song was coming to an end, but before it did he released her hands placing his hands on her bare waist. She lifted her thick and heavy hair up, presenting it to him as an obvious sexual offering, which he took as he buried his face in the silken skein of her curls. He slowly turned her around to face him, pressing their bodies together again, she could feel his explosive hardness and he could feel her steaming heat. God help them, they might not make it home. As the final note lingered, he dipped down and kissed her gently on the lips, another surprise for everyone, including Isabella. Of course, they had practically preformed porn on the dance floor, so what was a little kiss?

The song ended and there was applause for their dance, neither noticing the dance floor cleared as soon as it was apparent this was going to be something different. Flack shied away from the attention, finally realizing how he had brought it upon himself and Isabella. Isabella for her part blushed slightly and accepted Don's arm wrapped around her shoulders as he led her to their table.

Danny laughed, shaking his head. "Damn man. That might be the sexiest thing I've seen in a while. That beats out even porn, and you were fully clothed. Drink your beer and let's shoot some pool."

Isabella and Don grabbed their fresh and cold beers and headed to the quieter part of the bar where the pool tables were set up. Isabella was quiet, not wanting to give away her 'strength' at pool. She sat on a stool in the corner next to the table and watched a game or two. Whenever Don wasn't shooting, he was with her being completely distracted. Soon Isabella asked if she and Don could play as a team. Everyone agreed to the new team of two playing against Mac and Hawkes, who were next up. Hawkes racked the balls and set the cue ball up. Don made the first break, a strong break sending balls scattered all over the table. By the second round, Don and Isabella were solids, with Mac and Hawkes stripes, with the eight ball being the last to be dropped. Isabella intentionally played loose and casual, allowing Don to do most of the work. There were still several stripes to be dropped, but only the eight ball left for Don and Isabella and she was up, funny how it worked that way. Don quietly took her place in the chair slouching nonchalantly watching everyone. There were people he didn't know back here, and even if they were cops, that didn't necessarily make them nice guys.

Isabella walked the table, most eyes on her and not the table. She knew exactly the shot she would take. Being the eight ball, it required her to call the pocket the ball would fall into. There weren't any obvious shots on the table, which suited her just fine. Her shot would be perfect. She called the ball in the far corner pocket, requiring the ball to hit two cushions before landing in the pocket. Even though she didn't announce this part, but because she was feeling cocky, dangerous, and sexy as hell, she would make the cue ball come to a dead stop as soon as it impacted the eight ball. Tough shot, just announcing which pocket she was aiming for brought everyone to attention.

Danny of course spoke up first, "No way you make that shot, baby. You are good at a lot of things, sex I'm sure being one of those. But you cannot make that shot."

Isabella looked at him with a tiny smirk and said, like the spider to the fly, her voice all dark and dangerous, temptation itself. "Danny-boy, you have no idea. But, if you don't think I can make that shot would you care to make a wager?"

"Hell yeah. You know you have an evil temptress voice don't you? $10 bucks says you can't make it."

"Any other takers?" She asked using that same tempting voice.

Everyone in the pool room put their money down against her, although when Mac put his down he looked at her slowly and gave her a half smile. "I think we are about to be taken, boys and girls."

One of the guys across the room who had sidled up to the table asked how she was going to cover the bets against her. Mac and Don both looked at him, staring him down. Isabella smiled at Mac and Don and looked at the man she didn't know. "I'm covered. No worries." She turned to Don and winked and returned her interest to the table, taking the money and giving it to Mac to hold. She asked everyone to step back and not crowd the table, and there should be no noise. That she would consider cheating, and she didn't like cheaters. Her tone sounded like a threat and everyone took it as one.

Isabella lined up her shot, silence in the gallery. She knocked the cue ball perfectly causing the power to go into the eight ball and stopping the momentum of the cue ball immediately. The eight ball very neatly and perfectly dropped into the designated pocket, hitting the two cushions on the way. There were gasps and applause from the gallery. She smiled at Danny and Mac, and walked over to Mac to get her money, which he gladly handed over to her.

Mac leaned down to her, his gravely voice still able to be heard over the noise "Those Special Ops shirts are special, Bella. You have to know a Special Ops guy to get one. Who did you know? "

"That would true, Lt. Taylor. They are very special. Have a good night." Isabella just smirked and wasn't about to give anything away.

She then leaned over to Danny and whispered, "You should be home with your very pregnant wife, Danny-boy, not making sucker bets on the gaming tables. And no, baby, you have no idea all the things I'm good at." He groaned and she laughed and walked to the cue stick storage and put her pool cue away, taking Don's from him and putting his away as well.

Hawkes and Danny whined about them leaving so early, it was only midnight after all.

Isabella laughed at their whining, while Flack wrapped his arms around her laughing with her. "I think we have other plans for the rest of our night. Have a good night everyone, be safe." And with that Don led her to their booth, gathered up their things and walked her out the door. He dropped the $70 or so dollars on the waitress' serving tray. He smiled at her saying, "This should cover our tab plus a hefty tip. Enjoy. See you next week."

She looked stunned, looking at the cash pile on her tray, and uttered a surprised "Thank you," as they left the building.

Don was laughing softly as he let Isabella into his car. He helped her up the tall step of his SUV and while she got settled he said softly, humor in his voice. "And what were those other plans? I'm sure I don't remember."

Isabella turned and leaned into his face. Their lips not quite touching, she reminded him in the voice he loved, "Someone said something about fucking until one or both of us was blind. Did I misunderstand?"

Don just laughed, happier than he had been in ages, closed the door and went to start the car and drive them home.