(John Legend ft Ludacris – Tonight)

"You should sleep with me" Dick declared as he strolled back into the kitchen, his hands on his hips. Mac buried her face in her hands, trying desperately to unhear it. She closed her eyes, quietly counting to ten before she shifted on the breakfast stool and turned to face him.

Good Lord, he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers… now that was a body that belonged on a poster covered in lipstick kisses.

Figures Dick Casablancas would have the body of an underwear model. Pursing her lips as she felt her face burning with heat as she noted his muscular chest with a splatter of hair, unwelcome awareness as her gaze dropped to his mouth, lingering before she met his blue eyes again. Her pulse began racing, on edge caused by his nearness.

What was this guy's problem?! She was currently playing the gnat in Kane Industries Security's ear, trying to stay one step ahead of whomever they had tracing her digital fingerprint and he kept trying to seduce her?

"If you think I am going to get into bed with you…" she warned, crossing her arms defiantly as he strode up to her, shutting the laptop closed.

"Get upstairs" he ordered another steel-tipped command.

"No! Look I don't know what you think you are doing but…" she said, stepping back, he was so damned close. His eyes skimming every inch of her not caring that it bordered on voyeuristic and gave her the smallest of smiles.

That peaches and cream complexion of hers had grown to the most enchanting shade of pink.

"I can guess what you are thinking… but you are way off, Little Bunny" he soothed, winding a silky strand of her dark hair around his finger. "Not that I wouldn't bang you like a screen door in a hurricane…" he rasped and she swallowed audibly, rubbing her sweating palms on the front of her jeans.

"I'd rather plummet head first off a cliff!" she retorted but it came out barely a whisper and her gaze moved towards the window.

What was taking Daisy and Weevil so long? This man just might be the devil…

"I came down here to get you in that big Californian king bed upstairs unless your attempting to me to make you admit how much you want me?" his voice was deep and seductive and now was not the time to be remembering the feel of his lips or how his tongue had danced with hers.

"Maybe you need me to provide flash cards? This is NOT the time for this!" she said waving his hand away from toying with her hair, turning and opening the laptop again.

Why couldn't he just go back to ignoring her existence like before? Before their little dalliance on the boat, he'd barely even registered her presence except to torment her when she was with his brother.

"Don't create a storm, and then bitch when it rains" he said dryly and she sent him a narrow-eyed look when he moved her chair out of the way and stood in front of it.

Her arms akimbo she bit her lower lip, clinging to her patience like an abseiler whose line had been cut. Not even an hour ago he'd stormed off out of here like he'd a train to catch and now he was back and acting like a possessive caveman.

Had he showered?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded, eyes so grey appeared metallic, tucking that strand of dark mahogany hair behind her ear.

"Have you looked in the mirror?" he asked softly, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. His future little Park Avenue Princess in all her feisty geek chic.

Unnerved by his tenderness she chose to scowl at him, it was about all the evidence of displeasure she could muster right now.

"Jerk! Just because I don't have those dewy little debutante looks doesn't mean I am going to stand here and…" she snapped, her slim body shaking with fury as he cupped her face, sending a shiver down her spine as he used his big body to pin her against the counter top.

"Quiet, I'm not being an ass" he insisted, her wide eyes look up at him as she realised her physical disadvantage. Hadn't she spent most of the last hour swearing she was going to avoid this exact predicament?

Damn you Weevil…

He tilted her face up him, his lips were a flat line and all six foot five of him was blocking every exit, a serious expression on his face as his gaze enthralled her in those bottomless blue depths she could drown in. What would it be like to squirm beneath him on the rumpled sheets of a big wide bed?

"You need to sleep" he repeated, tracing his thumb along the shadows under her eyes, her pupils were so dilated they looked like polished obsidian. She wanted him… Dick thought trying to get control of his raging libido, he was pretty sure if she was still a virgin.

"Why would I do that? I'm barely a quarter of the way through…"she protested, turning her head towards the computer, but he tilted her chin back towards him.

"You are exhausted… even get an hour…" he ordered in a tone that said she was being unreasonable and she wanted to weep. Nothing sounded better right now than sinking into one of those pillows upstairs, but there was still so much to do, and no one else could do it but her. He didn't understand, he was all abs, and sexy smirks and the ego to think that everything would just work out because he ordained it to be so but she knew if she looked in the mirror right now she would see the bags under her eyes. Her shoulders sagging, she nodded, he was right. Finally he turned to slide the stool back into place and closed the laptop screen.

Relieved he was no longer looming over her, Mac mentally calculated she could probably squeeze in a shower and a short power nap before she started again. She could only perform short sneak attacks on the system so she wasn't arousing suspicion, if she kept up this level of guerrilla tactics then she'd be found sooner rather than later.

"Not that bed wrecking sex couldn't be an option…" he murmured quietly as she walked ahead of him and he stifled a groan, those hips were a walking invitation for sex. Her curvy little body moved in ways that he couldn't help but take an interest in. The way her gaze had tangled with his, he was sure all he'd have to do was kiss her and she'd let him carry her upstairs to the nearest bed. She cast a nervous look back over her shoulder in his direction, a small frown marred her brown as he reached for the coffee machine. He didn't reply, merely shrugged his shoulders and pulled out another seat.

He wasn't going to follow her? Did she WANT him to follow her?

She gave herself a mental slap, no, of course she didn't! Mac didn't want to dwell too strongly on why she was at once, relieved and… disappointed? Confused, she took a breath and made her way up the stairs.

Regroup. Gather up her mental defences… try not to read too much into his mixed signals.

Please hurry back Weevil…

This whole safe house idea was jangling her nerves, the bedroom options included a NASA themed set of boys bunk beds, a pre-teen girls bedroom that looked like someone had thrown up a gallon of Pepto-Bismol and the Master bedroom, which is undoubtedly was where Dick had chosen his nap earlier, so she had resorted to cuddling up in the mountain of beady eyed teddy bears and unicorns which stared at her like she was Goldilocks and the real family who lived here would return any moment.

The wife from what she could deduce was some kind of country club mom, and had nothing at all in her wardrobe that didn't have plunging necklines or something cut below the knee. The husband, must be some kind of accountant given the amount of suits in his wardrobe, in the end, she had to settle for one of his golf polo shirts, and a pair of the lady of the houses Capri pants. At least her jumbled ensemble would keep her body covered and hopeful discourage Dick's roaming hands, she mused as she stepped under the hot water from the shower.

God it felt so good rinsing down over her skin…

This couldn't continue, the jokes, the lingering glances, the hot sexy panty melting smiles, the deliciously filthy things he said. Sure, he bordered on predatory but damn she was tempted….

She had to get a grip of herself.

Stop thinking about him… You are a Fugitive, Mac. Remember?

Some of the news reporters had speculated that Logan's alleged crimes had been related to gang activity. She was trying to focus on the things that could do, and not on the things that she couldn't want to think about right now or she would go insane. Was Veronica dead? There had been nothing from the coastguard hack to indicate that she had been picked up, they'd mentioned a prank call from some teenagers reported by a Russian Yacht. Lathering soap into her hair, she closed her eyes and wonder if the Kane's had sent someone to talk to her parents? If Sheriff Lamb was looking for her and Dick right now? There had been nothing reported on her Media search-bot yet. Just that Kane Industries had been experiencing some computer issues earlier.

"They're back" Dick announced as he strode into the master bedroom bathroom. The scene stopped him short, her hands suddenly reaching to cover herself. "Fuck…" he swore, his eyes trailing hungrily over her naked body.

"Can't you knock?" she shrieked, yanking a towel from the rack and pulling it around herself, shaking from the shock of being out of the hot stream. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, but he'd barely moved from the doorway.

"The door was open…" he replied hoarsely, swallowing against a dry throat. His little bunny was beautiful…

"The BEDROOM door was closed… didn't you at least hear the shower?" she asked incredulously.

Oh God… he'd seen her naked… and he was still standing there staring at her…

She chewed at her lips nervously, her shock had stalled her from noticing the change in his appearance, or that he stood silently holding a small bundle of clothes, looking at her like she was overreacting.

"You're shaved" she said matter-of-factly, noting that his mess of blond hair had been cropped short, and somehow the affect was much more devastating, it emphasised his cobalt blue eyes and sculpted mouth. Like he needed to get any better looking…

Don't say it… don't say it…Dick balled his hands into fists.

"So are you" he quipped and placed the clothes Daisy had brought for her onto the small counter. Yeah, he'd failed miserably at that.

"GET OUT!" She shrieked, yanking the clothes into her arms. "NOW before I kick your ass!"

"More GRAB my ass… relax, it ain't like you got anything I haven't seen a million times before, next time, put a sock on the door" Dick taunted, turning around and going back downstairs. He may have looked completely indifferent, but his heart was racing.