A Dance We Do 3
By: Dee and Dianne Beta read by Dianne
Legal disclaimer: The recognizable characters of the TV-show 'The Pretender' doesn't belong to me but to MTM, NBC, TNT Television and 20th Century Fox. I just borrowed them. This story was only written and published for my pleasure and that of other fans. I don't pursue any financial interests whatsoever. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Centre
Lyle moved forward, resting one elbow on his desk as his secretary sat on the edge smiling down at him. He put down the Chinese food he was eating and leaned forward, using the chop stick, which he had just taken out of his mouth, he ran the end of it slowly up Ming Lin's arm. He gave her a secret, sensual smile.
"Ming Lin, you are so delightful, I could eat you right up." Lyle purred as he ran the chopstick up her slender neck and then under her chin, pushing it up a little and biting into the flesh underneath her chin. As he pulled her face towards his, the phone rang loudly, interrupting him. Lyle stopped, made a huffing noise and dropped the chop stick, his eyes never leaving Ming Lin's dark ones as he pick up the receiver.
"Lyle here," he spoke slowly into the phone.
"Lyle, we're ready to test out our boy, get down here now!" Raines' voice hissed over the phone.
The words "Yes, Master" formed in his mind and by the time he'd collected his errant thoughts together, Raines had slammed the phone down.
"I have to go." Lyle said, more to himself than to Ming Lin as he hung up the phone. Looking at Ming, he gave her an inescapable errant smile and softly said, "Business calls."
Lyle stood and took one step then turned and cupping Ming's chin, ran his good thumb over the smooth skin of her cheek. He smiled and releasing Ming's chin, leaned over his desk, pulled his coat from the back of the plush chair and swung it over his shoulder. He gave her one last smile and chuckled quietly to himself as he noted the disappointment he saw in those dark eyes of hers.
As soon as Lyle made it out of his office, he went straight to the elevator and unconsciously pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. He wondered to himself who smelled worst, the skeletal Raines or the rotting, infected creature from the black lagoon that Raines called Danny. Lyle shuddered as the elevator doors opened. He gave Raines a smile while his mind wondered when the SOB was going to really die so he could take over the Centre. As for Daddy Parker dearest, accidents happened every day. Lyle was brought out of his introspection by Raines' voice
"Stop standing there smiling like an idiot! We have work to do!" His words were wheezy and harsh.
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Carnival Somerset Pa
Jarod watched as Parker AKA Bonnie stood her ground, giving Tracy a cold look. Tracy seemed to melt into Jarod's side, clinging with a death like grip to his forearm, causing him to wince in momentary pain. After a quick glance over at Parker, Jarod admitted to himself that if Tracy wasn't a killer he could feel sorry for her.
Tracy, still clinging to Jarod, took a step back and behind him, her voice small and shaky. "Your brother, I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. I'm so sorry."
Parker made a huffing sound and took a step towards Tracy, placing her face right in front of hers. In a cold, deadly voice, Parker whispered to her. "I know you killed him and you're going to pay." She gave Tracy another cold look then turned her eyes to the hand on Jarod's arm and hissed. "He's mine, so get your hands off him or I'll break both your arms. I don't share!"
Parker's voice was so deadly and so earnest that it sent shivers throughout Jarod's system. He wondered briefly if Parker was that good of an actress or did she really consider him to be hers. He had to shake off his surging hormones, which were causing him to forget what he was doing here. Jarod moved his body between the two and facing Parker, gave her a wink, her eyes were still narrowed and her mouth a straight line then her eyes seemed to shoot arrows as they went straight to where Tracy had been holding on to him.
Jarod was about to say something, but Parker stepped right into his chest, her chest pressed tightly against his own. He could hardly breathe with her upturned face staring straight into his and her body pressed against his like that. Her voice was still low, still deadly, "Next time I see your little overly made up carnival trinket, you won't stop me from getting answers about how she killed my brother." With the word brother, Parker's lips lightly brushed against his. It took every bit of his strength not to grab her and kiss her, feel her. Jarod shook his head as Parker spun on her heel and stalked slowly away from him.
One thing clicked into his mind. He was the moth, she was the flame and she had just seared him. It took him a second to pull himself together as he heard the soft, weak crying of Tracy behind him. Jarod turned towards the crying woman and she threw herself into his arms, pressing her body against his. He rested his head on top of Tracy's, letting her cry on his shoulder. His face showed no emotion as he lowered his head to hers and whispered into her hair. "It's okay, it's okay."
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Parker knew that Jarod eyes weren't looking at her walking away from him. Her body shivered slightly as the memory of the soft accidental graze of her lips against his tantalized her. The strong arousal that threatened to overcome her left her breathless, senseless and frustrated. She had to get Jarod out of her system; she needed to purify herself of him and the heated lust that couldn't be satisfied. "God," Parker said softly and shook her head; she needed to go shoot something to work off the high level of frustration. She walked to the far end of the shooting gallery, tossed in a quarter and picked up the small plastic rifle. She frowned for a minute, her mind resting on her missing gun then she lined up the toy rifle, locked onto a target and started shooting. She didn't miss one.
Meanwhile, Jarod was still comforting Tracy. "It's okay," he said into Tracy's hair. Slowly she pulled away from him. Tears glistened in her eyes, but Jarod noted that her cheeks and under her eyes were dry.
Her voice was soft and quivering, "I didn't do anything." Her eyes pleaded for belief.
"I know, it's just Bonnie, she can be maddening." He whispered back, his hand gently caressing Tracy's shoulder.
"I don't see how someone as wonderful as you can be with that woman." She whined.
Jarod looked down on the ground for a second and feigning a hurt little boy look nodded and looked into Tracy eyes. As he ran his other hand through his hair, he said, "I don't know either."
Tracy nodded gently in complete understanding as her hand came up and tenderly touched Jarod's face, a sympathetic smile dancing on her slightly parted lips. Jarod pretended then that those lips belonged to Parker and that she was inviting him to taste her. He closed his eyes and thought of Parker as he brought his lips down on Tracy's. The kiss started out softly, but soon turned deeper, more needful and more lustful, as if he couldn't get enough. Tracy could hardly breathe as Jarod gently let her go, dropping his arms down to his side and opening his eyes he paused for a split second.
"This can't happen, Bonnie would kill me. If only I had some money to get away from her." He stated despondently to Tracy then traced his finger on Tracy's lips and looked deeply into her eyes before he spoke again. "I'd better go find Bonnie and calm her down." As he turned to walk away, Tracy grabbed his hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze. Jarod turned around, his eyes downcast, "I'm sorry." He stated as he pulled his hand out of hers.
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Following the same path that Parker had taken earlier, he was only a few feet away when he saw a small group circling a shooter at the gallery. He caught only a few words.
"That woman, man, can she shoot!"
"$20.00 on her hitting the next five."
Jarod grinned broadly. Parker. It could only be Parker. He slowly walked over to crowd and inched his way through. There stood Parker; her shooting stance impeccable. He gave a low whistle; she was good, too good to have missed shooting him all those times. Jarod felt his body warm at the thought that she had aimed to miss him; maybe, just maybe, she felt more for him than she would admit. Jarod switched into his FBI mode and with a swagger to his step and radiating confidence, stepped up to the plastic gun beside hers. He placed his quarter into the slot and after catching Parker's eyes, mirrored her stance then started to shoot with a quiet determination.
By: Dee and Dianne Beta read by Dianne
Legal disclaimer: The recognizable characters of the TV-show 'The Pretender' doesn't belong to me but to MTM, NBC, TNT Television and 20th Century Fox. I just borrowed them. This story was only written and published for my pleasure and that of other fans. I don't pursue any financial interests whatsoever. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Centre
Lyle moved forward, resting one elbow on his desk as his secretary sat on the edge smiling down at him. He put down the Chinese food he was eating and leaned forward, using the chop stick, which he had just taken out of his mouth, he ran the end of it slowly up Ming Lin's arm. He gave her a secret, sensual smile.
"Ming Lin, you are so delightful, I could eat you right up." Lyle purred as he ran the chopstick up her slender neck and then under her chin, pushing it up a little and biting into the flesh underneath her chin. As he pulled her face towards his, the phone rang loudly, interrupting him. Lyle stopped, made a huffing noise and dropped the chop stick, his eyes never leaving Ming Lin's dark ones as he pick up the receiver.
"Lyle here," he spoke slowly into the phone.
"Lyle, we're ready to test out our boy, get down here now!" Raines' voice hissed over the phone.
The words "Yes, Master" formed in his mind and by the time he'd collected his errant thoughts together, Raines had slammed the phone down.
"I have to go." Lyle said, more to himself than to Ming Lin as he hung up the phone. Looking at Ming, he gave her an inescapable errant smile and softly said, "Business calls."
Lyle stood and took one step then turned and cupping Ming's chin, ran his good thumb over the smooth skin of her cheek. He smiled and releasing Ming's chin, leaned over his desk, pulled his coat from the back of the plush chair and swung it over his shoulder. He gave her one last smile and chuckled quietly to himself as he noted the disappointment he saw in those dark eyes of hers.
As soon as Lyle made it out of his office, he went straight to the elevator and unconsciously pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. He wondered to himself who smelled worst, the skeletal Raines or the rotting, infected creature from the black lagoon that Raines called Danny. Lyle shuddered as the elevator doors opened. He gave Raines a smile while his mind wondered when the SOB was going to really die so he could take over the Centre. As for Daddy Parker dearest, accidents happened every day. Lyle was brought out of his introspection by Raines' voice
"Stop standing there smiling like an idiot! We have work to do!" His words were wheezy and harsh.
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Carnival Somerset Pa
Jarod watched as Parker AKA Bonnie stood her ground, giving Tracy a cold look. Tracy seemed to melt into Jarod's side, clinging with a death like grip to his forearm, causing him to wince in momentary pain. After a quick glance over at Parker, Jarod admitted to himself that if Tracy wasn't a killer he could feel sorry for her.
Tracy, still clinging to Jarod, took a step back and behind him, her voice small and shaky. "Your brother, I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. I'm so sorry."
Parker made a huffing sound and took a step towards Tracy, placing her face right in front of hers. In a cold, deadly voice, Parker whispered to her. "I know you killed him and you're going to pay." She gave Tracy another cold look then turned her eyes to the hand on Jarod's arm and hissed. "He's mine, so get your hands off him or I'll break both your arms. I don't share!"
Parker's voice was so deadly and so earnest that it sent shivers throughout Jarod's system. He wondered briefly if Parker was that good of an actress or did she really consider him to be hers. He had to shake off his surging hormones, which were causing him to forget what he was doing here. Jarod moved his body between the two and facing Parker, gave her a wink, her eyes were still narrowed and her mouth a straight line then her eyes seemed to shoot arrows as they went straight to where Tracy had been holding on to him.
Jarod was about to say something, but Parker stepped right into his chest, her chest pressed tightly against his own. He could hardly breathe with her upturned face staring straight into his and her body pressed against his like that. Her voice was still low, still deadly, "Next time I see your little overly made up carnival trinket, you won't stop me from getting answers about how she killed my brother." With the word brother, Parker's lips lightly brushed against his. It took every bit of his strength not to grab her and kiss her, feel her. Jarod shook his head as Parker spun on her heel and stalked slowly away from him.
One thing clicked into his mind. He was the moth, she was the flame and she had just seared him. It took him a second to pull himself together as he heard the soft, weak crying of Tracy behind him. Jarod turned towards the crying woman and she threw herself into his arms, pressing her body against his. He rested his head on top of Tracy's, letting her cry on his shoulder. His face showed no emotion as he lowered his head to hers and whispered into her hair. "It's okay, it's okay."
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Parker knew that Jarod eyes weren't looking at her walking away from him. Her body shivered slightly as the memory of the soft accidental graze of her lips against his tantalized her. The strong arousal that threatened to overcome her left her breathless, senseless and frustrated. She had to get Jarod out of her system; she needed to purify herself of him and the heated lust that couldn't be satisfied. "God," Parker said softly and shook her head; she needed to go shoot something to work off the high level of frustration. She walked to the far end of the shooting gallery, tossed in a quarter and picked up the small plastic rifle. She frowned for a minute, her mind resting on her missing gun then she lined up the toy rifle, locked onto a target and started shooting. She didn't miss one.
Meanwhile, Jarod was still comforting Tracy. "It's okay," he said into Tracy's hair. Slowly she pulled away from him. Tears glistened in her eyes, but Jarod noted that her cheeks and under her eyes were dry.
Her voice was soft and quivering, "I didn't do anything." Her eyes pleaded for belief.
"I know, it's just Bonnie, she can be maddening." He whispered back, his hand gently caressing Tracy's shoulder.
"I don't see how someone as wonderful as you can be with that woman." She whined.
Jarod looked down on the ground for a second and feigning a hurt little boy look nodded and looked into Tracy eyes. As he ran his other hand through his hair, he said, "I don't know either."
Tracy nodded gently in complete understanding as her hand came up and tenderly touched Jarod's face, a sympathetic smile dancing on her slightly parted lips. Jarod pretended then that those lips belonged to Parker and that she was inviting him to taste her. He closed his eyes and thought of Parker as he brought his lips down on Tracy's. The kiss started out softly, but soon turned deeper, more needful and more lustful, as if he couldn't get enough. Tracy could hardly breathe as Jarod gently let her go, dropping his arms down to his side and opening his eyes he paused for a split second.
"This can't happen, Bonnie would kill me. If only I had some money to get away from her." He stated despondently to Tracy then traced his finger on Tracy's lips and looked deeply into her eyes before he spoke again. "I'd better go find Bonnie and calm her down." As he turned to walk away, Tracy grabbed his hand in hers and gave it a little squeeze. Jarod turned around, his eyes downcast, "I'm sorry." He stated as he pulled his hand out of hers.
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Following the same path that Parker had taken earlier, he was only a few feet away when he saw a small group circling a shooter at the gallery. He caught only a few words.
"That woman, man, can she shoot!"
"$20.00 on her hitting the next five."
Jarod grinned broadly. Parker. It could only be Parker. He slowly walked over to crowd and inched his way through. There stood Parker; her shooting stance impeccable. He gave a low whistle; she was good, too good to have missed shooting him all those times. Jarod felt his body warm at the thought that she had aimed to miss him; maybe, just maybe, she felt more for him than she would admit. Jarod switched into his FBI mode and with a swagger to his step and radiating confidence, stepped up to the plastic gun beside hers. He placed his quarter into the slot and after catching Parker's eyes, mirrored her stance then started to shoot with a quiet determination.