I'm not SM. She owns these people. I just like to play dress-up with them.

Chapter 3

Holy hell. Ever since that girl walked into my office I couldn't stop fantasizing about her. Her body was just, fuck, it was so hot. Curves in all the right places, that fucking hour glass figure, perky tits, and when she turned around to leave I got fucking awesome view of her tight little ass. I know that as her advisor there was nothing I was going to be able to do about it. Well nothing she could help me do about it. Fuck. I needed a night out to forget about that little body that kept creeping into my thoughts.

Hey fucker. Karaoke night on the blvd. Drunk chicks galore.U in? -E

I didn't figure I'd actually get anything back for a few hours. I was ok with that, Em had his own life, it was a week night after all. So when I heard my phone go off I was slightly shocked. Fucker was probably skipping work again. How that hell that lazy fucker managed to keep his job was beyond me. It seemed he was out of the office playing hooky, or in Emmett's case- more like tonsil hockey some random female.

On a wknt? Wtf has ur knickers in a twist? Some little hottie get the best of u on the first day back to college? EM

Whatever. U dont even know. U in or not? Jasper's bartending tonight at BB's. –E

Fuck. BB's? Get that cocksucker to let me play bouncer for the night! EM

Wtf do u need to play bouncer for? One of these days ur dick's gonna fucking fall off -E

FU is gonna shrivel up and fall off from lack of use before my shit does. EM

Whatever fucker ill msg Jaz and see what he says. -E

What the fuck is he up to? Why the hell would he want to play bouncer tonight? It's not like Em needs the money. Like me, he's something of a trust fund baby. Always kind of had money and he never really cared about flaunting his wealth. He definitely didn't show off his hand but lived comfortably, like I did. Neither of us had to work, we could have lived off our trust funds for the rest of our lives and still had something to pass along to any heirs we may end up with. Emmet had a nice cushy job at his father's law firm. Don't get me wrong- Emmet was an awesome lawyer, when he actually wanted to work a case that is, but he hadn't done the bouncer bit since we were in college together. There had to be a chick involved for him to dust this one off. Oh well, I'm sure I'd get it out of him later if we actually met up at BB's for drinks. I needed to text Jaz and find out if Em was going to be able to go through with his fuckery.

Hey dickface. U bt'n tonite at Bullies rite? -E

I knew it'd be a few minutes before Jaz got back to me. He bartends until weird ass hours in the mornings so I didn't figure he'd be up and coherent enough to text me yet. Needless to say, I was surprised when I heard my phone chime with a new text.

Don't call me dickface peckerhead n yes im workin tonite. Y? Jaz

D-I-C-K-F-A-C-E DICKFACEDICKFACEDICKFACE. Dickface. Ems got something up his sleeve. Wants to play security tonite. Oh yeah- dickface -E

Omfg. I'm going to kill u. Im sure he found some snatch that turned him down found out shesgonna be at BBs tonite and wants to look good. Doubt itll be a prob. Fuckers. Jaz

Probly. Don't get y hes gotta play like that most bitches b happy to accommodate once the trust fund baby knowledge slips. Can u get cover tonight? Thinking bout hitting the strip. Ending at Visceral. Work in the a.m. be damned! -E

Cant promise nething. Do my best to get a cover in. nite on the town huh? Whats got ur panties in a twist? Jaz

Dickface. Get a cover. Find out after some drinks. –E

I texted Em back letting him in on the gist of what went down between Jasper and I, telling him to meet me at Bullies around 6:30 before the nightly regulars would show up. Karaoke night on the Boulevard usually drew quite the college crowd. Even with classes starting back up tomorrow morning, I'm sure tonight wouldn't be any different than most other Karaoke nights. Tossing my phone down, I checked the clock over my tv. I noticed it was just a little after 4. I had plenty of time for a hot shower to relieve the tension from this morning.

I walked through my house, stripping off my clothes as I went. I really didn't give a shit where I dropped shit at; I didn't live with anyone to be worried about looking like the typical disgusting man I can be at my worst. Yeah, I'm sure the cleaning service that comes in once a week didn't enjoy all the work I made for them, but fuck; I always made sure to tack on a really good tip when I'd pay the bill. I wasn't trying to kid anyone; I knew how horribly I could trash my house in a week's time.

As I paused in the middle of my bedroom, I pulled off my jeans and kicked them aside. I finished off the distance to my en suite and pushed my boxers down over my hips. As the bathroom was filling up with steam, I started to mentally peruse my spank-bank material. There was no way I was going to get any sort of action tonight, besides myself, if I went out to the bar with the sexual tension just rolling off of me. Chicks seemed to be able to pick up on that shit.

Just as I was stepping into the hot, steamy shower, I recalled this morning's appointment, the brunette with the tight little body. Fuck. I was already at half-mast. I stepped under the spray and started to remember how strongly her body seemed to call to mine. Almost immediately it seemed as though my mind took off all on its own accord.

She walked into my office wearing tight pants that looked like they were painted on and shirt that was just see-through enough to outline her figure but not enough to be slutty. She had a messenger bag with a picture of Stewie Griffin holding a bazooka and the words Doesn't play well with others, thrown over her shoulder. Her long brown hair framed her face perfectly, almost like she was a masterpiece from one of the finest sculptors in the history of art.

Just as I was continuing my visual perusal of her hot little body, her bag fell to the floor effectively dumping all its contents on my office floor. Fuck. Apparently I was busted for staring. She probably could have found some easier way of letting me know that she wasn't appreciative of my blatant eye-fucking.

To try and make up for the ogling that she didn't seem to have enjoyed, I figured the least I could do to try and make up for obviously making her uncomfortable I'd help her pick her crap up off of my office floor. And wouldn't you know it that just as I bent down she seemed to have bent down and our heads collided quite forcefully. Holy fuck that shit hurt! I brushed it off and told her I was fine though.

Even after all of that I couldn't find it within myself to act like an adult, let-alone a college advisor. I couldn't help my stupidity that just seemed to spew forth from my mouth. Surprisingly enough we were able to get through the meeting. As she left I couldn't help but stare after her. God almighty she was hot.

As the water cascaded down my body I kept thinking about her. I needed to relieve my frustrations. After getting a good lather going I couldn't help but picture her body, what it would look like naked and wet. My hand seemed to take on a mind of its own.

Isabella was standing in front of me, with the hot water sliding down her tight body. Mesmerized I watched as the droplets slid from her graceful neck, down her chest, over her full perky breasts. Her nipples seemed to harden just by me looking at them alone. I had to have her. Slowly I allowed myself to follow the same path of the water. I started kissing her neck, just above her shoulders. Working my way down to her collar bones, placing open mouthed kisses down her chest to her taut nipple. As I took her in my mouth I couldn't help but moan at her delicious taste. I was rewarded with a moan from her as well.

I gently kneaded her other breast with my hand while I continued my ministrations with my mouth, eliciting more and more moans from Isabella.

"Take me, oh, god please. Take me! I can't stand the teasing anymore," Isabella moaned above me.

I didn't need any more of an invitation than that. Slowly standing up, I turned her around. Placing open mouth kisses on her neck from behind, as I reached her ear, "put your hands on the wall, spread your legs a little farther Beautiful and you better hold on."

Slowly I slid my hardened length along her hot center. Coating myself in her moisture I slid in her warmth. Stilling my movements, I allowed her adjust to my girth.

"Oh god Isabella. So tight, so wet," I couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

"Edward," she panted, "fuck me. Please. Fuck me hard."

I started to move within her. Sliding out almost all the way and slammed myself back into her. I wasn't sure how long I was going to last like this. She was too tight and so hot. It had been so long. I reached around to her front. Sliding my hand down her taut stomach, sliding past her belly button to her slick folds. Finding her bundle of nerves I started circling my finger around her, creating tighter and faster circles with every thrust. I needed her to get hers before I could let go and get mine.

"Oh, god Edward! I'm so close. Don't stop. Oh god!" she kept moaning my name over and over again, almost as reverently as a prayer falling from her beautiful lips.

I felt her flutter around my length and new she was close. I reached around with my other hand and started palming her breast as I continued to rub circles around her hot little clit.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Oh god!" I felt her clamp down on me, and with a few more deep thrusts I was spilling myself inside of her as I pulled her against me as hard as I could.

I came out of my fantasy, realizing that my water had gone cold and now needed to make sure I took the time to actually clean the shower before the cleaning lady came this week. It had to be almost time to meet the guys at Bullies anyways. I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hips. I walked over to the mirror, grabbed the hand towel off the side of the sink and wiped the steam off so that I could take in my appearance. Some slight scruff, nothing much, but what I guess could be considered sexy. Well that should save me a few minutes since I don't really need to shave. I dried off and toweled my hair as best as I could so I didn't have water running down my back. I stepped out into my bedroom, grabbed a pair of dark jeans and one of my favorite Alt, Ink shirts. I glanced back in the bathroom mirror. I passed my own basic inspection. I slipped on my favorite chucks, grabbed my wallet, cell and car keys. I made sure to set the alarm on my way out the door to my car.

I met the guys at Bullies, and fuck me runnin' sideways if she didn't walk in looking like sex personified. Wearing a black skirt that barely passed as more than underwear, a top that hugged her curves and left very little to the imagination, strappy fuck me heels that had to have had at least five inches on them, she was catching the attention of every male and a good portion of the females in the bar as well. I didn't think she even knew that amount of attention her little, and I do mean little, outfit attracted her. Raking my eyes over her a second time is when I actually took notice of the ink. She had a beautifully done chest piece with flowers and sparrows that accentuated her chest, but in a very soft and feminine sort of way. Moving past the chest piece, I continued to peruse her body. The short excuse of a skirt showed off even more skin and what appeared to be several elaborately done pieces adorning her thighs and calves. A little cartoon caricature holding an umbrella standing in the rain with the words "it can't rain all the time" arched around it, Jack Skellington; what appeared to be two monkeys playing together- Curious George, hmm I wondered what the story behind that was. Continuing down her long, graceful legs, I noticed a crescent moon with five stars completing the circle with an elegantly scrolled "B" in the middle of them. And was that Jolly Roger I saw on the top of her foot? She continued walking forward and that's when I noticed the tattoo on the other foot- what looked like an old timey ale jug with more elegant scroll work and what looked like words floating around the bottle. "Yo ho, yo ho a pirates life for me" that definitely can't be right… could it? This woman was a complete enigma to me. I let my eyes roam back up her body and lingered on her face. Was that a hoop I see in her lip? I didn't notice that when she was in my office earlier today. And I definitely think I would have noticed that considering the amount of time I had spent staring at her lips. I had noticed the eyebrow ring and when she brushed her hair behind her ear I caught the glimpse of a metal hoop sticking out the top of her ear. Curious- I had never seen a piercing like that before. The sleeves I had noticed earlier in the day. More exceptional work. To say I was more than curious about the stories behind them would have been a gross understatement. The sleeve on her left arm started at the inside of her wrist with what looked like a small tribal version of wings, feathers floating up her arm from there led to a heart being squeezed by rope. There was more words following the outline of the heart at the bottom but I could barely make out what was branded there. Her sleeve continued on with the feathers giving way to leaves and what looked like a tree in winter. Her right arm seemed to be the polar opposite of the ink on her left- tribal horns, a rose in bloom and a seedling sprouting up from the earth, words surrounding that as well. Instead of feathers giving way to leaves to tie the art together was flames, licking at each individual image as if trying to remove them from her skin on their own.

The stories behind the images that there must have been phenomenal for her to want to carry them with her- for the world to see- for the rest of her life. I needed to know this woman. I wanted to hear the stories behind every single tattoo.

Jasper nudging me with a long neck brought me out of my haze. I accepted the beer and took a long pull from the bottle, relishing in the feel of the ice cold beer sliding down my throat. I needed to get my mind off of her. This night could only end badly.

\m/ . \m/

It wasn't much later that I heard the opening lyrics to a song coming from up on the stage and damn me if it wasn't the same angelic voice that I heard earlier in the day, in my office.

"Wow," I leaned in closer to Jasper behind the bar, "she sounds pretty pissed off. I wonder who all that anger is for." I took another long pull from my beer. I wanted to know this woman but I didn't know how to approach her.

"Dude- quit drooling all over my fucking bar!"

"The fuck Jazz? Chill out, dick stain, I'm not drooling on your bar." God, Jazz could be such a dick sometimes.

It was right about then that a short little dark haired chick came bouncing back up to the bar. She had been over off and on throughout the night getting drinks and flirting with Jasper. She hopped up a little so she could lean over the bar and talk to Jazz without having to scream over the music. She started pointing out in the crowd and making really weird faces. When her and Jazz were done talking she hopped back down and flittered off somewhere while Jazz seemed to search someone out. He ran over to Emmett.

The next thing I see is the fluttery dark haired girl up on the stage. Ha! I figured that she was friends with her. I was pretty sure that I had seen her taking shots back to the table she was sitting at.

Emmett and another bouncer I didn't really know came up behind this blonde guy, who in my opinion looked like a complete douche bag with his pony tail and scruffy look he had going on. They each grabbed an arm, spoke in the guy's ear and then started pulling him out of the bar.

Hmm. I wonder what that was all about. Just one more mystery I need to unravel about this girl.

The song finished and they all went back to their table. I couldn't help but continue to stare at her out of the corner of my eye. The leggy blonde left after a talking, and took off following Emmett to where ever he was going. The sprite had gone back up to the bar, I'd assume she was after more alcohol but the way she had been acting all night she acted like she was going to be attached to Jaspers crotch in a matter of minutes whether he wanted it or not. Just Isabella and her other friend with the kind eyes were sitting at their little table. The next thing I knew Isabella was leading the other girl farther into the bar and started dancing quite literally in the middle of the dance floor. Several things happened right about the time they started dancing. One being that I suddenly had a growing problem that I wanted to deal with, the other being the amount of male attention these ladies had just garnered for themselves.

Just as I was noticing all the male eyes upon them, the leggy blonde made her way over to where Isabella was dancing with her friends. Before I could even really comprehend the eroticism that was taking place before me, the bar suddenly got about twenty degrees hotter. Or maybe that was just me, but I was pretty sure it was the bar. The blonde reached her friends she started molesting Isabella. Well at least I thought she was molesting her, but after a minute or two it looked like they were both really enjoying the very public make-out session. I had to keep wiping my chin to make sure that I wasn't really drooling over the scene that was unfolding before me. Just before things could heat up too much more some douche bag with a cocky attitude had to go and ruin the show for the rest of us.

It would appear as though Ms. Leggy Blonde isn't interested in the company of the male gender this evening.

She swiftly clocked the guy one and then as if it wasn't bad enough that this dude just got his nose busted by a supermodel, he had to antagonize her even more. She kneed him once, but man, did she get him good. The next thing I saw was the guy laying on the ground holding himself and crying. Emmett quickly made his way over to where everything had just transpired on the dance floor. He stood there talking for a few minutes before the blonde scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. Figures that Emmett would end up getting her number; as he walked away another song picked up and the girls started swaying to the music again.

Emmett came back over with the piece of paper in his hands and thrust it towards Jasper behind the bar, "It's the number from the little hellion that's been giving you the weird ass shot orders all night."

Whoa- the Great Emmett McCarty didn't get a phone number? I couldn't believe my ears.

"Oh, hey man, I told the girls you asked if you could buy them a drink and join them. I've seen the way you've been starting at the brunette, don't deny that if you had been able to form any sort of coherent thought that you would have asked yourself."

I felt my mouth pull down into a frown, "Emmett what the hell do you think you're doing? She's a student. More specifically she's one of the students I advise! She's off limits!"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know. I mean you've just been staring at her all night so I thought I'd try to help out. It's not like it matters too much anyways. They said they were leaving anyways."

And to my much disbelieving eyes, I watched as they started to walk off the dance floor and towards the door as the song came to a close. They started angling towards the bar on their way out. The blonde was all over Isabella again. I wondered if they were together. Just as they got close to the bar, and where Emmett and I were standing, the blonde dipped Isabella back and licked her. Yes, licked her! From her chest right where she was starting to pop out of her halter top all the way up to her ear. And wouldn't you know it, they both moaned. They started talking about what they were going to do to each other when they got home.

Figures, I knew they were together. Wait a minute, didn't say something about making each other forget about a couple of guys? Maybe they were only with each other when they didn't have men in their lives. It's possible, right?

Before I could react, they were out the door. Emmett elbowed me roughly, "Dude! The fuck are you doing? Go after them. Text us when they get where they're going. We'll meet you there. I'm sure Jazzy here can get out of the rest of his shift. I'll hang around and wait for him."

Instead of waiting around to lose sight of the girls, I quickly followed them out the door. Keeping my distance, I watched as they walked down the street to Cal's Bar. I pulled out my phone to text the guys.

Just walked into Cal's. Hurry up fuckers. Going in so I don't lose them. –E

It was a minute or two before I got any sort of reply back. I was starting to wonder if they had gotten the message at all when I heard my phone go off in my pocket. Pulling it back out I looked at the text I'd just received.

Great! Follow the packages. Do not intercept. I repeat- do not intercept. Will be there in 20 if all goes well. – Em

I rolled my eyes. Does this dumbass really think he's in some sort of super spy movie all the time? Of course he does, this is Emmett we're talking about here.

w/e em just hurry the fuck up. –E

I put my phone back in my pocket and headed towards the front of Cal's. As soon as I walked in, I started scanning the place for the only pair of big melted chocolate brown doe eyes I wanted to see. Sure enough as I glanced towards a table near the back, I made contact with her. For a split second, neither of us looked away. Then she looked down and it looked like she was frantically talking to her friend that she had been making out with.

I glanced around again and noticed a free table, the guys having said they'd get to Cal's in a little bit wouldn't want to sit at the bar. Walking over to the table I decided to not press my luck any further than I already had that night and kept myself walking towards the table and not to Isabella. It was nearly impossible to keep my distance after I realized that I was only a mere feet away from her. Thankfully she didn't seem to notice that the free table I had snagged was in such close vicinity of hers.

I watched as all the girls were talking about something, the mini-hellion was bouncing up and down, almost like a bobble-head dog on the dashboard of a car on a really bumpy road.

They went over to the DJ and talked to him for a few minutes. Next thing I knew, they were back up on the stage.

God, not another song from that beautiful angel. I don't think I could take another show like the last one.

Sure as shit, they started dancing around and my angel was up there singing.

Something about a broken heart. I wondered to myself what that was all about. Hmm, maybe she's trying to send me a message. She's been staring at me through the whole song. Holy hell! That girl is flexible and talented as fuck! I can't believe she just did a fucking back flip in those strappy fuck me heels. I wonder how she managed to do that…

As the song came to a close, I got up and walked a little bit closer to her table. I couldn't believe the amount of applause they got when they finished the song.

I was watching them as they jumped down off the stage and started walking back to their table. Now or never, right? Hopefully I could muster up the courage to actually talk to her. Yeah, it would probably end up breaking some of the college's fraternization policy somewhere along the lines. At this point, I really didn't care. I had to get to know this stunning woman. She seemed guarded when talking to me at the school today. I wasn't sure what that was all about. I wanted to know her. Policies be damned!

They all strolled over to their table. Show time, Cullen!

Isabella looked at me with a slightly pissed off expression. I didn't do anything to her… Why would she be looking at me like that? Oh shit! That's right, I practically stalked her beautiful ass out of BB's and into Cal's… No wonder she looks pissed off at me; plus take into account the fact that I was totally busted eye-fucking her this morning at our appointment. Yeah, I'd be pretty pissed if I was her…

"Uhm, hey… Isabella right?" Sweet baby Jesus, why could I not think clearly and form a coherent sentence of more than just a few stuttered words at a time?

"Actually, she prefers to be called Bella." The sprite jumped into our stilted conversation, offering up information that I clearly wasn't going to get out of Bella. Hmm, I kind of liked the way that might roll off my tongue. Damnit! I needed to get this girl talking to me, without the aid of her friends.

"And, I'm sure that Bella would love a drink. So, handsome, why don't you go grab us a few rounds?" The sprite sure was into her liquor tonight.

"Yeah, sure, I can do that… What would you like to drink Bella?" Fuck, her name just felt so right falling from my lips.

She started to blush, ducking her head to look at the table that suddenly became very interesting. When she looked back up, I saw that she had her bottom lip firmly tucked between her teeth. Fuck, that had to be the hottest thing I've ever seen!

"Uhm… I'm not sure. How about a few Cherry Bombs and some Vegas Bombs, maybe a beer chaser?" She only made eye contact with me a few times during her stuttered answer.

"I think maybe I can help out with that." Just as I started towards the bar, I noticed that Em and Jazz had walked in. It looked like they were looking for me and the girls. I wanted to let them know where I was, and where the girls where, but I didn't want to scare the girls with all of us following them around like the crazy creepers we seemed to suddenly be.

I made my way to the bar, hoping the guys would find me while I was ordering the shots. I stood against the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice me.

"Hey hot stuff! Where the hell have you been?" I knew that sickly sweet voice anywhere.

"Lauren." I was in no mood to deal with this cold-hearted money grubbing gold digger.

Somehow, Lauren had found out from a few different social circles that I was really a Cullen. That's the number one reason that I go by my middle name around here. The Cullen name is just to common place, everyone knows about the Cullen Empire. So what, my family had made some serious break-throughs in the medical field. Even I had contributed while I was in college.

I had double majored for a while my first few years. Then I decided that I wanted to teach. No snot nosed brats that had no interest in being in my classroom for me. So college students it was. I fast-tracked through college. Huge course loads, summer sessions, I graduated early. I had a few years of teaching under my belt before the Dean offered me an Advisor position. I didn't want to take it at first. After talking with my parents, we decided that it would be a great step up for my career, it's not like it really mattered how much more money I earned. I had no student loans to pay off. I got scholarships, even though I didn't really need them. I was smart enough to attend any school I applied to. So, naturally, I went to the best colleges. I had access to a small portion of my trust fund when I turned 18, after graduation. I used that to pay for anything that my scholarships didn't pay for. I got another small chunk when I turned 25. I'll get the rest when I turn 30. Not that it really matters. I make enough money to pay my way in life and live comfortably as it is. Sometimes I really hate the fact that I even have that money. It can make life absolutely horrible at times… Like now.

"I've missed you the past few weeks," Lauren simpered, well at least I think that's what she was going for. It really came across more like, well, not like what I think she was going for.

"Lauren, it was almost a pleasure to be here. Then you showed up. I had no interest in you then, I have no interest in you now, and I'm quite positive that I will have no interest in you in the future." I couldn't believe this chick was standing here talking to me like we had some sort of meaningful relationship. I couldn't stand her. She was a vapid, slow on the upswing, shallow, gold digger. She wanted me because she knew about my trust fund and thought that because I would be turning 30 in just a few years time, that I would want to settle down, marry and have a bunch of little Lauren-sized pains in the ass running around.

"But, Edward, I know you want me. I'm willing to wait. You'll see it someday. And that day, I'll be right here waiting."

Cue eye roll here. Thankfully right then the bartender came over so I could order our shots.

Carefully walking back to the girls' table with the requested Cherry Bombs and a Cools Light in hand, I avoided Lauren and her gold-digging ways along with the other drunks in the bar that would have effectively relieved me of the newly acquired shots.

Once I got back to the table with the girls, thankfully with Lauren lost in the crowd. I didn't need her saying something in front of Bella. Tonight is going to be just about me and her, our naked bodies rubbing up against each other and pleasure. No trust funds, no Cullen Empire, no advisor/student relationships. Just Edward and Bella. Hopefully.

"Here's your Cherry Bomb, Bella." I still can't get used to how amazing it is to have her name roll off my tongue.

As I set her drinks down on the table, she reached for one at the same time. Our fingers brushed against each other and all I could feel was the warmth of her hand against mine. My eyes snapped to our hands. It was one of the most mesmerizing sights I had seen in a very long time.

"Uh… I-I'm sorry," Bella stuttered out an apology for something or another.

"I'll forgive you if I can have a dance." Yeah I was pretty sure she was going to have said no, but, hey, it was worth a shot.

Bella's face flushed and she ducked her head as if the table in front of her held all the answers to life's little mysteries.

"Uh, yeah, I mean I guess I can dance with you…" Well at least she didn't stutter this time.

"Okay, great. I'm gonna go grab my friends that I saw walk in, grab myself a drink then we can go have that dance." I'm improving, I formed an entire sentence and it came out of my mouth without making me sound like a complete dumbass.

I caught sight of Jasper and Emmett up near the bar so I figured that I should probably make my way there and let them know what's going on so far.

Just as I was headed up to the bar, my phone started going off in my pocket.

Has the eagle landed? –Em

All I could do was shake my head. He can be such a… I don't even know- he's just Em. Instead of replying to him, I walked up behind him at the bar.

"Hey sexy, what brings a big beast of a man like you here tonight?" I did my best to sound like some sleazy bar fly as I ran my finger up his spine just for added effect.

Just like I thought he would, Emmett stiffened as he drew a sharp breath in. The look on his face was priceless! God I wish I had actually had my phone out to take a picture of that. It would have been worth at least four months of bragging rights. Oh well. I had bigger fish to fry tonight.

As I ordered my beer, I couldn't help but think about the hot little brunette waiting for me that owed me that dance.

I was going to be a good night indeed.