A/N: Okay, again this took me a while to update. This one is for you Mel! Thanks for the beta, and ofcourse writing the article for me. And... just wondering... are there still people reading this story? Yes? Then where are the reviews?
Thanks to Mel and Chiiana for being the only people to take the time to review this... Okay, enough... I'm just going to get back in my hole, cry... and get ready for the next chapter. l


Chapter 6

"Okay, so want to explain me why you wrote this?" Hodges asked Mel, his face dangerously close to hers, so she could feel his breath tingling on her lips. She could understand why he was mad, it was clear he hadn't read the whole article. 'How am I going to convince him to read the rest?'

"David, please calm down. It isn't what you think…"

"No, of course… it's not me you're talking about right? If I'd known it all wasn't real to you I would've never gotten you that necklace… If I'd known this was all just faked then I would've never fallen in love with you…." He stopped; he hadn't planned to say that.

Mel looked shocked. "You are in love with me?"

He nodded. "I shouldn't have told you… and I shouldn't be here. Goodbye Mel."

He turned around and walked into the direction of the door, but Mel stopped him. "You should read the rest of the article…" She said, handing him the magazine.

He hesitated before opening the magazine. He looked at her suspiciously but opened it nevertheless. Looking for the last paragraph he read he started reading again.


Now on what I loved, there are so many women in this industry. They come from so many walks of life. Beauty and grace is what she brings to the stage and the world of exotic dancing. Every single one of them is wonderful in their own way. The job wouldn't be the same with out them.

There are for types of women that I work with, and a I figure it they are in every club, not just in Vegas, but in every club throughout the world. What are the types of women? Well here they are…

Type one: The Untouchable. She is strong and captivating. She's usually the peacemaker in the group, and in the group. Her voice soothes those who are angry and emotional. Understanding and a shoulder to cry on is what she offers. Mothering the rest is her forte. She always making sure everyone eats, and looks after themselves.

Once home, her real job begins. Making breakfast and lunches, carpools, PTA meetings, naps, laundry, and homework fills her days. Always there to kiss away the ouchys, and picking up whom ever has fallen.

With all this love she has to give, it's easy to see why she, the Untouchable, is the minority in the group.

Type two: The Engager: She's charming and sassy. She knows what she wants and goes for it. Her locker is filled with clippings of wedding dresses, cake, veils, chapels, and various colors. She hums music in the back, and just looks as if she's flying high. Nothing can bother her right now, she's happy and in love. Breaks are spent on the phone with her fiancé; sending 'I love yous' back and forth, she has never felt like as great as she does, in this moment.

When not working her time is filled as well, she tries to be with the one that has stolen her heart, as much as she can. Wedding planning couldn't be easier than in Vegas, so she doesn't stress over the perfect wedding.

Type three: The Not-so-singleton: She's beautiful and sensitive. Her dances are sweet and smooth, letting her body feel the rhythm. Stuck between nobody to love and that major commitment, she often wonders if she is moving to fast or to slow, not only in life but in her job. She often has second thoughts about her job. Her partner hasn't run, but yet, doesn't want more. Surprisingly this is often the stage where many women do quit. They feel as they must choose between the one they love and their job.

While not working, they often are spending time with the one they love. Also they think about their life. They must be the most confused women out of them.

Type four: The Singleton: She's mysterious and flirtatious. Nothing holds her back, she just lets loose and goes wild. Working the room is her specialty. She loves being the center of attention. Drawling the guys to the stage as she spins around the pole like a tornado running raped through tornado valley. With nothing to lose, and the world to gain, she picks up as many hours as possible, while living the Vegas life.

Outside of work she can be at a party. Often she's the one on the table dancing, being the life of the party. Her confidence glows were ever she is. She, the singleton, is the majority of the group.

What group do I, Melanie 'Angel' Pearson fall into? Well I will explain that in Part 2.


He stopped reading. "Mel? Why did you want me to read this? I mean, it's not that it's not interesting but, how does this explain why you wrote that… stuff about me?"

"Shhh… just continue reading… Please," she pleaded with him, sitting next to him on the couch and reading with him.


As I promised I would explain what group I belong in. Truth is I'm not completely sure. I'm probably coming close to the Engager because there is this guy, he's wonderful. Meeting him was my moment.

The night my father pulled me out of the club after he saw me dancing, I went back in and started to dance again. While I was dancing, my heel broke on my shoe. Being so close to the edge, I couldn't catch myself. I ended up falling into the crowd of men, landing on a lap of one of the guys.

He was a gentleman about the whole thing. Once I looked into his eyes, my moment happened. Looking in his eyes, I felt better than I've ever felt. There was something about him. For the first time in my life I could trust a guy without knowing him.

He took me home that night, and we've been out since. We haven't stated if we are a couple yet, but I would love to be. I feel great around him, I really like him, I could possibly even love him.

The first time he kissed me was amazing. My heart began to race a million miles a minute. My complete nerve system electrified. Alright so I'm in love with the man. I dream about him, every day I wake thinking of him, and every night I go to bed wondering if he's thinking of me. It's completely sappy, but I want to be with him, and I hope he feels the same. However there is one issue, my father.

It's not that I care if my father approves of him. It's more like I don't want him to lose his job. See while taking this wonderful man, I came to find out, not only does he work with my father, but my father is his boss.

I've learnt other stuff about this job, much more than can be simply written in a few words. All my questions I set out to answer were all answered and even ones I never thought about were answered. However there is one question that has come up. Who is going to tell my father that I have fallen, head over heels, literally, in love with on of his employees?


He stopped again, his mouth hanging open because of all this new information. Mel was in love with him… Head over heels…

"Mel?" He looked at her, getting her attention.

"Hmmm?"

"I love you too," he said, his voice thick of emotion. Then he covered her lips with his own for a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her closer, his tongue desperately seeking for entrance to her mouth.

She opened her mouth eagerly, and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to her body. They shared a few passionate kisses before he started dropping lazy kisses over her whole face.

She smiled at him and caressed his cheek, with the other hand she traced the lines of his forehead, down his nose bridge and to the tip of his nose. "I love you so much," she said, the words felt so good to say.

"So…" He drew out, leaning his forehead against hers. "I never knew Grissom had children," he said with a grin.

She leaned back. "Not Grissom, Dopey!" She smiled at him. "Well, let's not worry about my dad right now, okay? Let's…" She swung her head in the direction of her bedroom.

"You sure?" He asked. "I don't want you to have any regrets…"

She silenced him successfully with a kiss. "I'm sure baby."

He smiled wickedly and followed her to her bedroom. They kissed passionately before falling onto the bed together. Clothes were ripped off skin, kisses were placed everywhere and fantasies were fulfilled. It was amazing to both of them, and afterwards they both drifted off into a light slumber.


After not more than an hour they were awaken by a loud knock on the door. Mel groaned. "Let me get that, probably my neighbor with her own baked birthday cake," she said with a grin.

She kissed him one more time before leaving the bed. She put on her robe and left the bedroom.

Hodges decided to get up as well and went in search of his boxers; he couldn't remember where they landed anymore. He grinned when he found Mel's panties on the nightstand. After a few moments he found his boxers under the bed and put them on.

"Dad?" Mel asked, opening the door.

Ecklie pushed himself in, holding a bag in his hands. He got his present out of the bag and handed it Mel.

Mel took it and put it aside, not bothering to open it. It wasn't for nothing that she had decided to take her mother's name. She tried not to keep in contact with her dad too much, because then he would try to tell her what she had to do in life. That's why her parents were divorced, her mother wanted to go her own way, not the one her husband had planned for her.

That didn't mean that she didn't love her dad… She did, and she wouldn't want to miss him. She just wanted him to keep his hands out of her life.

"Aren't you going to open it?" He asked.

"Not yet," she said, looking back when she heard a door open and close.

Hodges walked out of the bedroom, only wearing his boxers, a look of shock on his face.


TBC

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