Hello :) I have another part for you. Hope you'd like it and like always thanks for all comments Xx

31 September, 2011

She wasn't sure if it's a good idea, but Hannah was relentless. She said it's for fun and they both deserved a night off after all week of hard work. And maybe Hannah was right, but she definitely wasn't in the mood for any parties or to be precisely, going out anywhere. She was going to make it clear, but before she even noticed, she was already standing in the bathroom and trying another dress Hannah has chosen for her.

'Trust me, you need to get out to see people and relax a bit. These all illness you have, it's because of your very unhealthy mode of life.' Hannah said firmly, when she walked out of the bathroom to show her in her cherry, one shoulder dress. 'You look fabulous, Sarah.' She smiled sweetly and quickly popped to the bedroom. 'I already found the shoes matching to your dress.'

'I'm not sure, if we should go there.' Sarah bite down on her low lip. 'I don't know the host too well, and I wouldn't know about this party if Craig didn't say me.' She called and shuffled nervously on her feet. 'I'm not even sure if he wants to see me there, you know?'

'Nonsense. If he didn't want you to be there, he wouldn't tell you about the party and didn't mention it'd be good for you if you show around, so you'd have might an interesting proposition of work.' Hannah said firmly as she returned with the shoes. 'Maybe he just didn't want to go there with you as your partner.'

'He took his stepbrother for the party, so definitely he didn't want me there. The party it's going to be his new hunting area and that's all.' She rolled her eyes.

'Hunting area?' Hannah cocked her eyebrow questioningly.

'He's a single, so I'm more than sure he's searching for a girl to take back to home for a night.' She explained. 'And I wouldn't be surprised either if for few days he visits me to say he has a new girlfriend.'

'Well, you're single too, so why you two don't want to try with each other?' She asked with a small smile and handed her shoes.

'He's not that type of guy who would like to settle down one day.' She sighed. 'Besides I always was threatening him like my brother, not a potential boyfriend.' She rolled eyes and moved on the couch. 'But I have to admit he's gorgeous.'

'He's not my type, to be honest.' Hannah said with sheepishly smile. 'I prefer someone more like my friend, John Paul. He's a good guy with big heart. And he's really handsome.' She added in confidential whisper.

'Is he the same friend you were trying to contact with one hour ago?'

'That's him. I thought him and Spike could join us and we could open our private party.' Sarah glanced at her puzzled. 'Party for singles.' She explained with a small smile. 'But any of them answer their phones, so there'd be only us tonight.'

'I'm sure I can meet them the other day.' Sarah smiled softly and handed her friend earrings. 'Maybe they have they own night off?' She suggested.

'Well, you definitely don't know them.' She snorted and rolled her eyes. 'They both stopped coming at parties ages ago and can't force them to change their habits of sitting alone in home. They're like old granddads.'

'I'm sure they have their own issues to not go at the parties.'

'Don't be kidding me…' Hanna rolled her eyes at the same time as her phone buzzed on the coffee-table. 'Message. Maybe finally one of them decided to write back to me.' She said in singing voice and reached out for her phone.

'So, in the meantime I find a necklace for myself.' Sarah said with a small smile and was ready to go to her bedroom when she noticed concern on her friend's face.' What's wrong, Hannah?' She asked worried.

'It's Michaela, John Paul's younger sister. His other sister's son lands in hospital with a high fever and sore belly and she asked me if I have any contact with him, cause he didn't pick up his phone.' She sighed heavily. 'Damn. Where the hell are you McQueen?' She muttered and once again dialed his phone number.

'It sounds like appendicitis.'

'Yea, Tina's worried, her husband is far away and she's completely alone with Michaela, who's not quite that kind of person person you'd want to have around when there's any emergency.' Hannah said with a sigh. 'She can't call her mother, because she'd freak out and makes more mess than it's need and John Paul still doesn't pick up his phone.' She snarled annoyed.

'Maybe you'd like to pop around to his flat and see what's going on with him?' Sarah suggested, but Hannah waved a hand at her.

'If he doesn't pick up his phone it means he's outside. Choose the necklace for yourself and we'd be heading out till the night is still young.' She ordered and picked up her own shoes. 'Come on, Sarah. Get ready!' The other woman just smiled shyly at her, wondering if she's doing the right thing, or their night would turn out into completely disaster and she'd regrets she agreed for everything.

It was him who was talking most of the time about nothing particular and as the minutes passed away, he could tell she was already boring with him, barely stopping herself from the yawn and trying her best to look back at him all the time, although not once her eyes ran away toward the dance floor where the other pair was dancing. She seemed to be amused with their first shy dance and the way they've been trying their best to not touch each other too much during that, but now there was jealousy in her eyes when they became bolder and their bodies were meeting almost all the time, and their eyes never left each other.

'They're quite good dancers.' She said when You keep me hanging on began playing and Sarah's grinned to his brother with her hands in hair. She looked sexy and Darren just couldn't take his eyes off from her, seemed to drown in her hazel, sparking eyes.

'Darren can says whatever he wants, but he really is a good dancer. He just got it in his genes.' He replied back uninterested and wondered if Jacqueline was really interested in him or she was only fooling around to get to Darren.

'And Sarah is pretty good as well.' She stated with a small smile and finally looked back at him with her shining azure eyes. He couldn't stop the small grin forming on his lips and his head was screaming loud, clear; yes!, when she suddenly moved closer to him and their bodies met again. 'Didn't know she can dance like that.'

'People surprises us all the time.' He replied quietly, looking deeply into her eyes, and he knew she's his. It was only matter of time before they both leave the party and make their way back to his apartment. 'You're so gorgeous.' He added softly spreading his magic over her, but surprisingly she didn't respond on it, only looked at something above his shoulder with a small frown. 'Something wrong?' He asked impatient.

'I'm sorry, but I need to pop to the toilet. Give me five minutes, okay?' There was something else hiding behind five minutes and toilet, but he decided to not make a fuss over it and let her go. It's not like she was going to run away from him. Not after the way he was threatening her during the whole night. Besides he already spread his magic and there was no chance she'd free herself from his charm.

Few guests were cheering them up, when he did a neat pirouette and their body met once again, but this time any of them pulled away. He felt his warm hands on each sides of his body, when Darren gently helped him stand still on his killer shoes and puffed a hot breath on his neck, causing Goosebumps on his skin.

'Set me free why don't cha babe…' He sang as he pulled back from him with a smirk, didn't remember when the last time he was feeling so good. He didn't care about his shoes anymore, let alone about too short dress, letting everyone watched his legs. He just wanted to dance and dance all night! 'You keep me hangin'on!' He chuckled, when Darren pulled him closer with a small grin.

'So, you're not only a DJ and very good dancer, but also a singer!' Darren whispered softly into his ear. 'Shame, you don't remember lyrics as good as you though you do.' He chuckled.

'And me thought you're gentleman!' He exclaimed with cheeky grin.

'And I am!'

'Trust me, you're far away from being gentleman.' He snickered and wrapped arms around Darren's neck as once again he has been pulled into another embrace.

'You're gorgeous.' He almost melted right away when he looked deeply into his eyes. 'And I'm almost sure I saw you somewhere. But I can't put a finger on, where exactly.' Even in his drunken state it alarmed him and he forcefully pushed back from him, afraid he'd put two to two and realize who he really is. 'Did I say something wrong?' He asked worried.

'No, just…Keep dancing.' He replied quietly with eyes fixed at his shoes, as he didn't has a courage to look into his eyes anymore.

'Look, I see Scott standing over there. Would you mind if I go to say hi to him?' She looked into direction Sarah showed her and shrugged her shoulders with a small smile as she noticed a man in his forties with a dark short hair and beard covering almost his all face. 'Maybe you'd like to go with me?'

'No, I don't mind if you go to him. I'd wait for you, here. Maybe I'd dance for a bit.' She suggested as Dancing Queen filled the room and people raised up from their seats to hit the parquet.

'Are you sure it's okay with you? I promise I'm only going there for five minutes and then would be right back.' She has to chuckled on her worried face. 'I'm not into mood for any conversations with big fishes tonight.' She added quietly with a sigh.

'Just go there, do what you have to, and come back to me. I'm sure we can find for ourselves someone who would be match more to our style.' Sarah smiled back at her amused.

'Okay, just don't go anywhere.'

'I won't.' She promised and glanced toward the dance floor, when she made sure her friend was out of the reach. Surprisingly there were only three dancing pairs, while the others made a circle around the dance floor and began clapping as they watched someone with big smiles on their faces. Curious, she moved closer to the crowd and realized everyone were making a place for one of the dancing couples. She guessed they have to be pretty good as they got whole parquet for themselves and everyone watched them amazement.

'He's so handsome…And the way he moves!' One of the women standing close to her, said with dreamy eyes.

'Yes, he's amazing dancer. Shame, he's already engaged.' The other added and Hannah moved a bit closer, wanting to see the guy everyone were talking about.

'The girl doesn't look worse than him.' Some man argued. 'They both look hot.' Intrigued she stood on her toes and bite down on her low lip as she tried to see the dancing pair. And finally she indeed see them. And that almost knock her off of her feet.

Surprised she recognized in the man the attractive waiter she has seen in the restaurant and has been drooling over, but it was almost nothing in compare to what happened next. The woman with whom he was dancing turned slightly into their direction and Hannah's jaw almost dropped to the floor as she understood it wasn't waiter's wife he's dancing with, but her best friend. There was no doubt it was him. She'd recognize his face everywhere, and whatever he put in it and how good he could walk in his high shoes and looking great in woman's clothes, she knew straight away it's Spike. But she didn't understand why on Earth he was wearing a dress? And what he was doing here?

'Remember what I told you about Craig?' She jumped startled and almost yelled when Sarah imperceptibly approached her.

'About his hunting area?' She glanced at her unsurely.

'He already found his new 'prey' for tonight.' She rolled her eyes and pointed at the pair occupying the leather couch in the corner. 'I'm not sure if I should cheer them up or feel sorry for her.' She thought nothing more would surprised her tonight, but she was proved wrong. 'She's a pretty girl.'

'Indeed, she is.' Hannah snorted, knowing that under thick powder and long blonde hair was hiding no one else, but John Paul. And fortunately he caught her stare…

'You know her?' Sarah asked surprised, at the same time as John Paul pulled back from Craig and said something back to him.

'We were cheerleaders in high school.' She lied and smirked as John Paul looked at her knowingly before he hurried toward the bar, leaving Craig alone upset. 'I just pop around to say hi to her and I'd be right back, okay?'

'Oh, sure. I'd wander around and see if I know anyone, here.' With the last glance at dancing waiter and Spike she made her way toward the bar, where John Paul was already waiting for her, shuffling nervously on his feet. 'I see you're having a good fun, there.' She welcomed him sarcastically. 'And I see you're wearing more fashionable clothes, than your usual one's.'

'I can explain that.' He replied weakly as he grabbed her forearm and pulled her into corner, where no one could hear them.

'Okay, then go on.' She encouraged him with a sly smirk. 'Is there anything you'd like to share with me?'

'It's only for work, okay? I'm just doing a favor for someone.' He replied evasively with a fold of his arms.

'Ah, for someone…' She said teasingly. 'So, when you already pick this topic up, is there any chance that Queen of the dance floor dancing with my hot waiter is our Spike?' He looked aside.

'For tonight he's Sarah.' He finally muttered embarrassed.

'Oh, that's great.' She snorted, staring at him heavily. 'But I thought we're playing fair, not using tricks to get him.' She added amused.

'It's only for work!' He repeated irate, with a loud growl. 'We met accidentally, anyway I didn't know he's this famous waiter, but I guess that explains Spike's strange behavior when he set his eyes at him.' He rolled his eyes.

'So, you have to wear girl's clothes for work?' She glanced at him skeptically. 'What kind of job it is?'

'I'm a waitress and Spike a DJ, but we kind of have a break now.' He smiled sheepishly. 'We're not here as an escort.' He added quickly, making her smile with amusement.

'Well, with you snuggling into this guy on the couch, it could mislead me.' She teased, making him blush.

'It's not like that.' He stuttered, ashamed, and looked down at his feet.

'But I know how it's like.' She retorted with a roll of her eyes. 'I just hope you'd explain him what's going on here and won't do nothing stupid. He has a right to know you're not a girl.' She looked heavily at him. 'And Spike should do the same.'

'I'm not sure if he'd like to tell Darren about that.' He replied with a snort. 'He seems to have a great fun on the dance floor and I would never believe he could move so lightly in such high shoes.'

'Yea, I have to admit he's really good.' She nodded and glanced toward the dancing pair. 'And I've never thought he can dance.'

'You're friends from years!' John Paul exclaimed shocked. 'I'm sure he was your partner for a prom and you have to dance.'

'How can you be so sure I wasn't there with someone else?' She fired back, but he only gave her a long look and sly smile and she knew there was no point in going further with her lie. 'Fine. He was my partner, so what? I didn't remember us having a dance.' She scowled and blushed.

'It has something to do with hangover the next day?' He asked with a chuckle, but she didn't dare to answer. Over these all years, she was still embarrassed with her actions at the prom and it was the last thing she wants to talk about. 'Ah, Hannah drunk too much and doesn't remember anything.' He mocked. Bastard.

'It was years ago!' She scowled once again and crossed arms against her chest. 'Besides I don't think if there was anything I'd like to remember about my prom.'

'You always have Spike to tell you about it.'

'Yea, right.' She snorted. 'You never know if he's telling the truth or making a laugh of you.' John Paul chuckled at her, annoying her even more. 'There's nothing funny in it!'

'Trust me, it is Mrs. Ashworth, but I'm more interested in what are you doing here, than torturing you about your prom.' He grinned. 'So, what's bring you, here?'

'Sarah. She got invitation and we decided to use it.'

'It's scary how the world is small.' He smirked.

'Anyway, I was trying to contact with you, but you have your phone switched off.'

'I don't want to be disturb in work.'

'So they disturbed me.' She sighed. 'Jimmy is in hospital. Tina is panicking and there's only Michaela with her, so you can guess what's going on there.'

'What's happened?' He asked worried, immediately tensing.

'We think it's appendix…Don't worry, John Paul, he's already in good hands, so I'm sure nothing bad would happen to him.' She assured him, seeing panic in his eyes. 'They're already in hospital.'

'I should be there with them.' He said quietly and looked toward the couch.

'There's nothing you can do now, John Paul. If it's appendix he's already on surgery. You'd phone to Tina when you finish your shift.'

'It's only two more hours, before I end my shift.' He replied and he looked at the stylish wall clock. 'I'm sure nothing wrong would happen if I go earlier. It's not like I have anything to do right now.'

'But what about Spike?' Her eyes widened. 'You can't leave him just like that! You promised him you'd work together tonight. I'm sure he doesn't want to come back to home alone.' She laid hands on her hips, irate.

'I'm sure you'd like to chat with him, so you'd explain everything to him.' He replied quickly, like there was any problem. 'He'd understand it.'

'No, he wouldn't. He'd be upset with you.' She disagreed, annoyed. 'Now, I'm regretting I even mentioned Jimmy's in hospital.'

'I'd be angry as hell at you if you didn't tell me.'

'Oh, come on, John Paul! Be a man!' She growled, before she got a long look from his friend. 'Okay, be a woman!'

'Hannah!' He snapped embarrassed, feeling at himself people's eyes.

'You have to talk with Spike and tell him you have to go. There's nothing hard in excuse the waiter and tell your friend your nephew is in hospital. Maybe he'd like to go with you.'

'But you'd do it better.' She opened her mouth to protest, but he only flashed her apologetically smile and walked away.

'I just don't believe that!' She exclaimed loudly and shook her head. 'I hope he'd kick you on the ass, when you meet again!' She yelled, didn't care about people watching her indignantly.

He grinned like Cheshire cat as he noticed Jacqueline hurriedly walking toward him. He rubbed his hands together and bended a bit to pick up another bottle hidden behind the couch and two glasses. He definitely wasn't going to waste his time!

'Your birdie is almost running toward you.' Scott chuckled above his head, making him screw his face. He usually didn't mind chat with Scott and have him around as he was a good mate and have a head to business, but tonight he wouldn't mind if he just leaves him on his own.

'She's hot for me.' He replied with a smirk and moved up from the couch to greet her.

'I bet she is.' He didn't reply only his face dropped down a bit as Jacqueline finally stood few feet away from him, but instead of look at him, she nervously set her eyes on the couch. Something wasn't alright. He could tell she was nervous and behaving almost like she was going to…'

'I'm sorry, Craig, but my sister needs me and I can't stay any longer.' And there she dropped a bombshell. 'I need to go.' She looked at him apologetically and he felt like someone slapped him on the face.

'Wait, I'd order a taxi for you.' He offered quickly, didn't want to let her go. She just couldn't dismiss him like that!

'No, Craig. Stay here and have a fun. I'm sorry I can't keep you company anymore, but she really need me right now.' She said quietly and grabbed for her red purse she has left on the couch.

'But, Jacqueline…' He stuttered, didn't understand what was going on here. He was petrified. 'At least give me your phone number!' He called after her, but she didn't even bother to look at him above her shoulder. She just rushed toward the crowd and disappeared in it, before he had a chance to stop her. 'Fuck!' He yelled and kicked the couch, couldn't believe in his luck.

'It looks like someone rejected you, Craig.' Scott informed him kindly, like he didn't fucking knew it already!

'Just shut up, Scott!' He snarled and grabbed for his hair. 'I can't believe I just let the most gorgeous bird I've ever seen go like that!' And he felt worse as he noticed Darren and Sarah still cuddling on the dance floor, whispering stupid sweets to each other ears.

'Well, maybe nothing is lost, yet.' If he thought it's going to improve his mood, then he was totally wrong! He wanted to slap him on his thick head! The last he was going to do tonight it was him searching for a new girl. There was any hottie around able to compare with Jacqueline. And he was sure there was any in the whole, wide world. 'She left the book.'

'What?' Craig snapped and turned around to might look at him.

'She left the book on the couch.' Scott repeated and handed him a book with a hard cover. 'It has to slipped out from her purse when she grabbed it.' Crime and punishment said the title.

'Maybe I'd be enough lucky to… Got you!' He grinned as he opened the book and looked at the first page. Small letters written with a pencil at the bottom of the page were saying; Property of J. McQueen. And there was also the phone number. He couldn't believe in his luck. 'I guess it wouldn't be hard for Joe to find J. McQueen's address, would be?'

'I'm sure there isn't too much J. McQueen's in town.' Scott mirrored his grin with a gleam in his eye. 'Like always you're lucky bastard, Craig.'

'Well, what I can say, eh?' He chuckled and hid the book under his wool blazer.