Chapter 4

As much as he tried, Angelus couldn't get his mind off the petite blonde. He couldn't concentrate at work, he couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, he couldn't do anything!

It was crazy and there were so many times he scoffed at how dramatic this all is. He wasn't the type that was hung up over a girl he just met. Since he was a growing teen, Angelus never really had problems getting the attention of ladies. As he grew older, developing muscles and filling out in all the right places, you could see he was the sort of man that any woman would kill to get attention from. If he really wanted to, he wouldn't have problems getting women.

But Buffy…there was something about her. He was enamoured by the blonde the moment he laid eyes on her. There was attraction, lust and this insane need to get to know her, be near her and just be with her. Their night of passion was nothing he ever felt. The passion, the lust, the desire was overwhelming. No woman had ever turned him on that way. She invoked carnal fervour within him he never thought possible. He craves her body, thirst for her taste and longed for her heat.

The past three days was pure torture. Every blonde he passed he wished it was her. Every petite woman that he saw from a distance had him looking twice just to make sure it wasn't her. But today was Friday and with each passing minute, he kept wishing the night would come faster.

"Mr Callahan", a voice came ringing through him.

Blinking back to reality, he realised he was in the middle of a meeting with all of his department heads. This was a regular meeting for management to update him on the progress of their respective divisions. Being the shrewd businessman that he is, performance, strategy and figures matter to him so he was usually attentive at these meetings. It had started almost an hour ago but today, there was not an ounce of information that he had absorbed.

"Sir", that voice rang again.

He looked up to see Belinda gazing at him questioningly.

"What?" Angelus said brusquely.

"We…um, we were wondering if you need any clarification regarding the upcoming merger?", she replied nervously after hearing his rather harsh tone.

Angelus frowned, trying to recall what merger she was referring to. He knew that he was working on a strategic revamp and was looking into acquiring a few companies to expand his business.

"Right…the merger..um, just leave the documents on my desk. I'll look into it over the weekend and let you know if there's anything by Monday. When are we meeting legal?" Angelus said in his usual corporate tone.

"Next Wednesday morning".

"When is the contract signing?"

"Friday, sir".

"Put in a tentative meeting with legal on Monday afternoon just in case. If there are no further changes, we can keep the Wednesday meeting but if we need to change clauses and adjust terms it will take some time so Wednesday will not cut it. After my review of the documents, I'll let you know again."

"Yes, sir"

"Okay, is there anything else that needs my attention?"

After hearing the 'Nos', 'nothings' and 'that's alls' response, the meeting officially ended. Looking at the time, he had almost two hours before 7pm so he decided to try and clear some work, write a few emails and check on his schedule for the weekend.

"Robert, could you come in please", he buzzed his assistant.

Moments later, a red-haired medium built man with specs entered his office. He was holding a memo pad, ready for his boss's instruction.

"I have a 12 noon lunch appointment with Bernard Leon tomorrow. What is this about?"

"He requested to speak about a potential real estate deal on the cabin you enquired up in New Jersey?"

"Reschedule that to next week and what's this 3pm meeting about?"

"It's a get-together organised by the World Wide Reserve for their donors. It's more of a Thank-You tea than a meeting."

"Send my apologies for that".

"But Mr Callahan, your mother insists you attend".

"I'm not available."

"But…"

"If she gives you a hard time, let me know".

"Yes, sir".

"Clear the rest of my schedule for the weekend. I'm going to take off for the day. If there's anything that comes up, don't contact me unless it's an emergency."

"Understand".

"Thank you, Robert".

Ten minutes later, after sending out one last email, Angelus shut down his computer and was riding down the elevator to his car.

He had a slightly over an hour left so he sped back home, excitement surging over him in anticipation of meeting the woman who had plagued his thoughts extensively.

Lindsey leaned back against the sofa in his office with a silly smile on his face. He had just finished another romp with his part-time lover and as always, it was erotically satisfying. He turned to see Buffy, covered in only his jacket, looking up at the ceiling.

He leaned towards her, resting his lips to the side of her face nuzzling it. His hand wandered to her thigh, caressing the smooth skin.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"You", she fibbed.

"I wish….but we both know that's not true", he chuckled.

"What else would I think about?"

He raised his hand and pushed the wandering strand of hair away from her face.

"You're distracted".

"Am I? Were you not…satisfied?" she teased, stroking his shaft making it half mast quickly.

Lindsey held her wrist to stop her.

"I didn't mean the sex…you were amazing, as always but your mind is wandering", he caressed her cheeks.

"Nope…I'm right here with you."

Lindsey sighed, shaking his head and decided to let it go, knowing that he will never get her to tell the truth.

"You want to come over tonight?" he asked.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, other than the obvious, maybe we could have a home cooked Texan dinner by yours truly?"

"Wow, you're going to spoil me".

"Well, I fully intend to reap its reciprocal benefits after dinner…in bed", he raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Hmm…really?" she pulled his coat away, revealing her nude body. Lindsey eyed her physique hungrily.

"Well, as tempting as that sounds, I can't".

Lindsey's eyes snapped back to her face.

"You can't?"

"Got stuff to do".

Buffy moved to stand up and search for her clothes but Lindsey pulled her back by her waist back to his lap. Buffy laughed for a moment before it died when he stroked her core.

"Are you sure I can't convince you?"

She gasped as he inserted two fingers inside.

"I'm…pretty sure…you could but…I got some place to be."

"Where?"

"For me to know…and ahhhh…for you never to…find out", she croaked, her voice raspy.

"Come on, baby…don't be that way".

"Don't worry. I'll always come back to you…"

"I'll hold you to that but until then…" he manoeuvred and turned her around so she straddled his lap.

"...let's give me a lasting memory to keep, shall we?"

"Happy to oblige" and she took him inside her, giving him one hell of a ride, making sure to make it last until the next time.

The moment he entered, the muted lighting and seductive music created an opulent erotic ambience that had bodies gyrating against one another, luring and enticing each other to give in to their carnal desire. There were girls dancing on poles with men eyeing them hungrily, clearly intoxicated by not just alcohol but the risqué display before them.

Angelus glanced around, clearly drawn in by the salacious aura. He wasn't unnoticed by the women there; the dancing girls, the hostesses, the customers but his attention, his eyes searched only for her.

He was half an hour late but in his defence, he would have been on time had the petite blonde not been so sly. She had him running all around the town that had him in a tailspin. After locating the café she spoke of, he couldn't find Boca del Inferno.

He began searching if there were other cafes of the same name and the only other one was in DC. He started wondering if he had heard the name wrong or she just didn't want to see him again but the voice in his head telling him it can't be. The attraction was mutual. As he drove past a Spanish restaurant, like an epiphany, it came to him. Recalling his rusty Spanish (and with the help of Google Translate), he managed to find the place located just as she had mentioned. Tucked in a corner, looking every bit surreptitious as it should be. He almost turned back thinking this is all crazy. She can't seriously want to meet him at a strip joint but Buffy intrigued him since his eyes first laid on her so against his better judgement, he surged ahead; the need to see the blonde temptress overpowering logic or reason.

So here he was, looking for the golden-haired siren. He made his way to an empty seat and was immediately approached by a hostess with auburn hair.

"Hey there, handsome. What would you like today?" she leaned down, her cleavage flowing out of the tight corset she had on.

Angelus grinned at the attractive woman politely and asked for a scotch. She winked at him before fetching his order. Upon her return, she flirtatiously offered him a lap dance but Angelus was clearly not interested so he turned her down. Clearly used to seeing this reaction from men, she turned on her professional charm, trying to convince the attractive stranger for a little one-on-one time. He had her attention the moment he walked in, all tall, dark and handsome.

In all honesty, Angelus almost caved. She was an attractive woman but then, just like the first night they met, a shimmer of gold caught the corner of his eye and he turned to see the woman he craves in the lap of another woman, the woman's hands roving all around that petite frame that he hungered for.

His eyes darkened, jealousy coursing through him. The woman's hands were moving sensuously, squeezing her breasts, stroking her almost intimately and kissing her delicious lips that he knew tasted like vanilla and sunshine. Had jealousy not sprouted its ugly head, he would have been turned on but at this moment, he was far from being aroused. He felt possessive which was ridiculous because she wasn't anything to him. They just had amazing sex and he wanted her for her body and that was it. Right? But there was no denying this feeling inside him.

Gently pushing the hostess away, not caring for her miffed expression, he walked towards Buffy, who was clearly distracted by the woman. When he was two steps away, she finally looked up and when their eyes caught, she smiled and whispered something to the woman. The woman stared up at Angelus and smirked. Buffy gave the woman a lingering kiss on the cheek before moving off her and straightening her dress that was dishevelled by the woman.

"Hi," she greeted him.

"I was wondering when you'd show", she continued.

"Nice little trick you had there. Had me running around town for a little bit".

"The chase is part of the fun, don't you think?"

"Who's your friend?" he eyed the brunette currently glaring at him.

Buffy turned at her briefly before shrugging at Angelus, "Don't know. Didn't catch her name".

"You two look pretty acquainted".

"Jealous?" Buffy snickered.

"So, you frequent Hellmouth a lot?" Angelus countered, changing the subject.

"Not a whole lot. Just when I'm in the mood".

"Mood?"

"To dance".

She pulled the lapel of his jacket and pulled him to the where the other couples were moving to the music. Angelus didn't particularly like to dance but he was helpless under her spell. She stepped backwards and his feet followed hers faithfully, holding their enigmatic gazes. When she found a spot, she pulled his arms around her waist and wrapped her arms around him, resting her hands on his back.

Angelus began moving gently, basking in the feel of her after three days apart. Jealous streak momentarily forgotten, he leaned his forehead to rest with hers, feeling everything melt away and all there is…is her.

Buffy was overwhelmed by his gaze, it was so intimate like he was looking right into her and it was unnerving but like everything with Angelus, she found herself unable to resist him, unable to turn away. With anyone else, she would have broken eye contact and turned away, not allowing anyone to touch the real her…many have tried…but with Angelus, he easily made her feel exposed and he didn't need to try hard. Just being with him made her feel defenceless and she didn't like it.

Before she could ponder further, he leaned down, capturing her lips gently before increasing in zeal, kissing her lips ardently, probing his tongue in hers as memory of the woman's lips returned. He wanted to erase anybody else's taste on her.

Aroused and dazed by his deed, she forgot all about her plan of showing him the different sort of pleasure to be had in the strip club. She wanted him desperately and she wanted him now.

"Take me somewhere", she whispered against his lips.

Seeing the hunger in her eyes, he immediately clasp her right hand to guide her out of the club stopping momentarily to drop a fifty on the table next to his untouched scotch. Once they were outside, they quickly walked to the car park lot. He slammed her against a Plymouth GTX and continued the mating of their lips.

Angelus grabbed her thighs and lifted her up and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning against his lips. Sounds of whistling and catcalls broke them out of the lust-filled stupor and Buffy buried her face in Angelus' neck, giggling albeit slightly embarrassed.

Giving her one last peck, he unwrapped her legs clasped around him and opened the door of the Plymouth, surprising Buffy that the muscle car was actually his. She smiled and after some time, thinking that the car somehow fit him. After escorting her inside and closing the door, he walked over to his side, getting in and driving off, speeding down the street, wanting to continue their romp somewhere private.

"Where are you taking me?" Buffy asked.

"You'll see".

"How long will it take?"

"Twenty minutes at most?"

Looking over at him, she was getting all hot and bothered just being next to him. She was insanely attracted to him. Her lovers came in all shapes and sizes and attraction wasn't all that important to her. Sure, there was some sort of attraction with some of them but as long as they could pleasure her, it was all that mattered. But with Angelus, there wasn't just attraction, there was heightened longing, unbridled passion and it was unnerving.

Not able to withstand one more second of not touching him, she moved closer and leaned towards his ear, biting it eliciting a gasp from him. She smiled, loving the power she had over him.

"Can we play a game?" she whispered against his ear.

"Game?"

"I want this…" cupping his strength and he groaned.

Smiling, she began stroking him, "So I'm going to give this bad boy my undivided attention from now until we reach our destination but the catch is…" licking his ear.

"You are not allowed to come until we've reached wherever it is you're taking me", and Angelus' eyes popped out at her suggestion.

"Can you do that?" she finished kissing his ear.

"Uhhhh", Angelus gulped.

"If I win, we end the night with an innocent good night kiss".

"And if I win?"

"If you win, I'll let you fuck me…over…and over…and over and over and over…you get the picture".

"And what happens if I don't want to play this game?"

"You'll go home alone and I'll go home alone but I really hope that wouldn't be the case. I long to taste you".

Angelus was nervous. His strength was already suffocating in his pants and he had little confidence in winning this game but the thought of spending two days and then some with this woman was a risk he was willing to take. He nodded in consent and Buffy smiled.

She kissed his neck and began unzipping his pants and reaching into his strength and it didn't take much attention to have him rigid in her hands.

"My my…looks like someone is up already. Are you sure you'll be able to hold on?"

She didn't wait for his reply and dove down to lick his mushroomed head. Angelus jerked, surprised at her bravado and before he could say anything, she began bobbing her head, licking and sucking him and all coherent thoughts flew out of his head.

He nervously looked at both sides of the vehicle. It was a Friday night slightly over 8pm, which would mean roads were still busy. There were cars zipping past on either side of his car and at any time there was a car that matched his speed, he pressed his accelerator harder, willing his car to move faster. Partly, wanting to reach his destination soon and the other part, not wanting anyone to see him in such a compromising position.

Buffy was inebriated by his taste, the feel and the size of him. He tasted nothing like she'd imagine. He was so much more. The more she took him in, the more she wanted to devour him. Drunk in her desire for him, she hummed uncontrollably, loving his spicy taste but the act further drove him insane and he cursed in response.

"Oh shit…" Angelus croaked, feeling he was close.

He willed his strength to hang on but he could feel it starting to quiver in her mouth. Buffy only sucked harder, desperately wanting to taste his essence. Moments later, she felt the car stopped and he gritted his teeth as he spurted in her mouth. Buffy greedily lapped all the milky goodness and smiled up at him.

"So, was this my victory or yours?" she whispered huskily, laying on his lap, her hand still stroking him.

"Why don't you get up here and see for yourself", Angelus replied.

She slowly sat up and looked around, clearly happy that they were in a garage. Her eyebrows raised at the 3 other cars in there, all imported and expensive. Angelus clearly was someone with money.

"Guess I win", he said.

She pulled her dress over her head, revealing her complete nude. She threw the garment carelessly and straddled him, immediately rubbing her core against his hardening shaft.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Angelus lifted her and entered her causing both of them to groan out loud. They both stilled for a moment relishing in each other's heat after being apart for some time. When he started to move, she started pulling at his jacket and shirt, wanting to feel his skin against hers. Satisfied he was topless, she began clawing his arms as he hugged her closer, his lips finding its place on her neck.

It was two hours later before they made their way up to the bedroom to continue the tryst.