Russian Roulette
Chapter Ten
Lisa let out a heavy sigh as she watched the world go by.
Her mind was constanly on James and their dinner date last night.
More romantic and intresting than last time, they even went to the next step where they made love.
It was her third time.
Though he was a passionate lover, there was something missing.
Where was the danger?
The lust?
The sinful caresses?
Even when she came, flashes of her and Clyde appeared in her mind.
She quickly shook them away and laid in James's arms, sleeping until morning came.
They had a fun-filled breakfast with kissing, talking and constantly staring at each other.
Afterwards, they washed up and had a steamy shower together that led them to make love again.
She watched him dressed, admiring every single part of him.
But her thoughts returned to Clyde.
The way he held her in his strong arms.
His beautiful, stunning eyes that burned back at her.
She couldn't help but admit it: she missed him.
No matter how many times James would make love to her, it would always be Clyde replacing him.
"Lisa, are you okay?" He asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
She looked at him, he was fully dressed placing his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, getting up from the bed and putting on her dressing gown.
He looked at her with a frown, she pulled a face that made him crack a grin.
"Come on, otherwise you will be late for work." She said, heading to the front door.
"Would you like to go out for a drink later?" He offered.
"Sure, why not?" She replied.
"Okay, meet me in the Salsa club at four o clock."
"Alright then. Have a good day at work."
They shared a long kiss, then he walked out of the door.
She watched him head down the hallway, waving to him which he did in return.
Once he was out of sight, she rushed to the window and waited to see him again.
Opening the window, the cool morning air hitting her softly.
Her eyes fell on him, blowing kisses to her.
She replied to them, then watched him disappear again from sight.
With a heavy sigh, Lisa shut the window and began to chose a outfit for the day.
James walked along the streets with a smile on his face and a hop in his feet.
He was quickly falling for Lisa, four o clock seemed so far away to see her again.
As he turned the corner, he didn't notice that someone was following him.
The last thing he would remember was something heavy crashing onto his head and collasping on the ground.
The man knelt down to check his pulse, faint but he wouldn't die unless he was given treatment.
He wrapped James in a large zip-up bag, looking behind him in case anyone noticed what was going on.
Dashing back to the prison, Clyde dumped the body in his cell and got rid of the clothes he wore.
Before he left, he watched all the guards searching through everywhere to find him.
He let out a very loud evil laugh that echoed the walls, then escaped with a wicked grin on his face.
Nick and Frankie also heard the disturbing sound, chills were running up and down their spines.
"Keep searching! He must be here somewhere!" Nick demanded.
But when his eyes fell on the window, he saw a very faint figure heading to town.
Horror gripped his stomach, it had to be Clyde Shelton!
His plans were nearly finished.
He planeted all the bombs, kidnapped Rice's wife and child along with Lisa's friend Ashley.
They along with James were placed in his cell, tied up and hidden from anyone's sight until the time was right.
All what was left was her.
The hours went by quickly.
Lisa headed to the Salsa club fifteen minutes early, waiting for James to arrive.
Four o clock went by, no sign of him.
Forty five minutes later, she drunk down her third glass of white wine and slammed it down.
Taking out her moblie, she dialled his number that instanly went on voice mail.
"Damn it, James. Where on earth are you?! I've been waiting for forty five minutes, call me!"
Stuffing her phone back in her bag, Lisa looked at the dance floor where several couples were salsa dancing.
She wondered why he wanted her to come here, perhaps try it out and have a good time.
Not going to happen tonight.
Strangely, Lisa felt like someone was watching her but she shrugged it off.
Checking her watch, it was five o clock.
"I'm going home," She muttered under her breath, slipping off the stool.
But when she turned her head back to the dance floor, her heart skipped a beat.
A mysterious man was making his way through the dancers, they stared at him like he was something from a romantic movie.
Heading towards her, Lisa had a choice.
Either run or stay.
She chose the latter.
Taller than she, he wore a black mask over his face only showing his eyes and mouth.
His clothes were risky, a white shirt clinging on his broad body and black tight trousars.
"Care to dance?" He asked in a silky, sedcutive tone of voice.
Lisa didn't reply, she was simply speechless.
The stranger offered his hand, she took it.
Both of them walked to the middle of the floor, staring at one another.
There was something about him that was very familer to Lisa: his eyes had those captive pull that stole her soul and his lips were increcidably lush.
They matched the melody of the music, getting every move right like they knew it off by heart.
Other couples stopped and stared at them, spellbound of how they were so in sync with each other.
Every twirl, every touch, send firey shivers all over her body.
Whoever this man was is a skilled dancer and knew how to caress a woman.
The music was nearing it's end, they were sweaty and gasping for air.
He grabbed her so she leaned against his chest, grinding and touching everywhere until the music ended.
Cheers and claps filled the floor, all were for them.
They gathered their breaths while bowing to the crowd.
Once it died down, Lisa and the mysterious stranger went ahead with a slow Spainish dance.
Wrapping her arms around his neck while his hands gathered her thighs, their eyes never left each others.
She couldn't deny the strong attraction to this man, he was dangerously sexy just like Clyde.
He couldn't control his emotions, dancing with her made all murderous thoughts fade away.
Lisa lay her head against his chest, to hear his thundering heart-beat was purely magical.
He heaved a heavy sigh of bliss, his gentle strokes of her hair made her shut her eyes.
"Who are you?" She whispered.
He stopped and cupped her face, her eyes burning into his.
"Say that again?" He asked.
"I said, who are you?"
He was silent for a moment, did he really want to break this spell?
"Just someone that wanted a dance from a beautiful woman like you." He replied, with a smirk.
She giggled at him.
"Thank you. I must admit, you are a excellent dancer and know how to turn on all the buttons for a woman." She said, with a smile.
He grinned back at her.
"Well, at least I know now that I'm a good sedcucer."
Before they said anymore, he leaned down to her and let his lips capture hers.
She didn't pull away from his embrace, though she was cheating on James she couldn't deny this forbidden moment.
But when he let go of her lips, she collasped in his arms.
He carried her out of the club, making false excuses of her condtion to everyone that noticed them.
Looking down at her sleeping form, he knew that he regretted doing this but he couldn't let her get away.
The prison was on the horizon, his game was finally at it's end and everyone will die there.
Author's Note: Sorry That It's Been A Long Time Since I Last Updated This, Been Ill And Had A Few Problems With Ideas. Read And Review Whenever You Can.