Morning everyone!

TGIF, right? I work retail so that doesn't mean much for me, but I know for a lot of you it means the weekend is here and you can relax a bit! Let's peek into what this two doofuses are doing, shall we?

As always, Fran betas, Jill, Ariel, and Pearly preread. You guys rock and make all this worthwhile. xxx

The mark she left behind is only a small line, barely even consequential. I knew the amount of blood had been a result of the location of the cut and not the severity.

She leans closer to my hand, and for one stupid second, I think she may be ready to kiss it. My breath hitches, and she looks up at me again, her earlier soft smile broadening.

"I think you may need stitches; this is pretty serious. Who knows; you may even lose your hand," she laughs, placing my hand back on my knee to retrieve a band-aid from her little, definitely-not-a-kill, kit.

"I think a mortal wound is cause for you to agree to a date with me, don't you?"

She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head a bit as she applies the band-aid. "Normally, I would agree, but desperation isn't exactly something that makes me eager to spend more time with you."

"Ohh, ouch," I clutch at my chest with my newly bandaged hand, wincing to prove how much her words have facetiously hurt me. "Desperate, really? Maybe you're just that beautiful, and I can't help but do anything in my power to win you over."

She places her hands on my knees, presumably to push herself up, but the action brings the reality of the situation crashing into me.

Isabella is between my legs. On her knees. Looking like my own personal sin with her blood-red lips and dark, smoky eyes, her hair a little wild with curls, and her clothes clinging to her every curve.

It makes me take in a sharp breath, audible enough for her spine to straighten in awareness, and my cock swells against my will. She doesn't look down, but if she did…

Fuck, she's beautiful. Fuck, I want her. Maybe worse than I've ever wanted anyone.

"You are, by the way." My voice is much deeper and darker than I intend it to be, so I clear my throat to try and hide the fact that all I need from her at this exact moment is to take my cock out of my pants and choke on it until I'm shooting my cum down her throat. "So fucking beautiful, it almost hurts."

She lets out a little laugh, pushing herself up from my knees to dispel the heaviness that's settled over us.

"So, you'll do anything in your power, huh?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. She's towering over me now, still smiling, but there's an air about her that's a little scary.

No, not scary...thrilling.

"Yeah, I think I will," I assure.

"Okay, then," she takes a deep breath and steps away from me, severing those last serious ties between us. I take the opportunity to adjust myself to hide the raging erection she gave me. "It's open mic night tonight…"

"Yeah…" I trail off, wondering where she's going with this.

"So, sing for me," she states as if it's the most obvious solution in the world.

"Oh, I don't think that's such a good idea if you want to keep your patrons," I urge, holding my hands up in surrender.

"I think it's a fantastic idea. They can decide whether you get a date or not," she smiles mischievously, leaning back against the desk.

I don't sing.

Ever.

Not even happy birthday at birthday parties.

But I'm on a mission, so I have no real choice.

"Fine."