See chapter 1 for author's notes and disclaimers.

Coming back out of his reverie, Adam pulled up to the curb in front of Willow's apartment building. 'Doubt tonight will get that interesting,' he mused. Getting out, he climbed the stairs and knocked on her door. When she opened it, his eyes went wide. 'Or maybe it will...'

She had her coppery hair pulled back to keep it out of her face, showcasing the expanse of her neck. Her top was a green silk tank, and as she turned slightly to grab her keys, he saw that it laced up the back, definitively letting everyone know she was not wearing a bra. Her black skirt hung to just above her knees and nearly met the top of her knee-high black leather boots.

Willow made no notice of Adam's appraisal, for she was busy giving him a once over. Her attention was first drawn to his head. 'Is that gel in his hair?' she wondered to herself. Underneath the leather jacket, she could make out a metallic blue mesh fabric that clung to his chest. Looking lower, she nearly passed out in surprise. He was wearing a pair of skintight black leather pants. Were she capable of thinking at that moment, she probably would have wondered why Adam owned said pants, but she was long past coherent thought.

After a few more moments of examining one another, they made their way to his car and headed for the bar. Once inside, Adam immediately shed his jacket onto a chair at a table in one of the back corners. Even though it was early November, the temperature inside the crowded building had to be at least eighty degrees. It didn't take him long to decide that he needed a drink.

Willow had her back to him, surveying the scene around them. The place was packed, with dozens of young Parisians out on the dance floor moving to the pulsing beat of an American dance mix. The sheer noise of the place – music, talking, laughing– was deafening, and the atmosphere was purely chaotic. Willow loved it. She needed a little chaos sometimes to better appreciate order.

Adam came up close to Willow's back and leant his head down to her ear in order to be heard over the din. "You want a beer?"

She first twisted her head toward him as she began her reply. "No," she spoke as she turned herself fully to face him. "That's oka..." her voice trailed off as she got the unobstructed view of his torso now that his jacket had been removed. The shirt she'd only glimpsed earlier turned out to be made of a fine netting that shimmered cobalt in the low lighting of the club. It hugged his chest and arms tightly, and she could clearly make out every curve of every muscle on Adam's upper body. She realized she was staring and that he was still waiting for an answer. She licked her suddenly dry lips as she finished her reply, "Yeah, I think a beer would be good about now."

"You got it." He winked and turned to fetch their drinks. 'Yep, could get very interesting, indeed...'

By the time he returned, Willow had regained her composure and sat perched upon her chair in the corner. Adam pulled out the one next to her and sprawled unceremoniously taking a long swig of his beer. A couple more pulls and he had drained the bottle. That's when she decided to pull him onto the dance floor.

They shook and shimmied and gyrated for hours, pausing only every now and then to grab another beer and take a few much-needed gulps of air. It was after his twelfth and her fifth that Willow saw an opportunity and grabbed it. The song was one by a band she had seen play at the Bronze once, several years ago. They'd apparently become more known by now, and the singer's sultry voice and the slow, sensual rhythm of the tune were perfect for her current mood.

She took Adam by the hand and pulled him from his chair to his feet. Slowly, she began swaying her hips and then the rest of her body, her eyes closing and her instincts taking over. Adam could only stand and watch, riveted by the blatantly sexual movements of her lithe form. Willow turned her back to him, and pressing flush against his body, she could feel his arousal straining towards her. When his hands came up to caress her bare shoulders, she shuddered involuntarily.

As the song ended, she faced him once more and leaned up on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear. "I think it's about time we left, don't you?" she asked in a husky voice. He just nodded mutely and grabbed his jacket as they made their way through the crowd and out the door.

Once they were seated inside his truck, he turned to her. "So what now?" he inquired quietly.

Willow seemed to think for a moment before replying, "I think I just want to go to bed."

Adam's face fell and he turned away rather dejectedly. "Alright," he managed as he started the vehicle, failing miserably to keep the sound of disappointment out of his voice.

Before he could put it into gear, her small hand covered his. A sly smile spread across her face, and he looked into her emerald eyes as she clarified for him. "Adam, I didn't say I wanted to go to my bed."

A silly grin erupted on his handsome face as he pulled away from the curb and headed toward his apartment.