The Blue Dress
Chapter Thirteen: White Moves First
Jason paced back and forth in his office, his hands pulling at his hair as he muttered curses under his breath. She touched him. And not just touch him, she set his entire world on fire. His body was screaming for her flesh again, writhing under the possibility of her beautiful hands wrapped around him, those dark eyes looking up into his own as spread her legs and let him pleasure her with his fingers, with his tongue, and finally with his own body.
He wanted to watch her burn as he shoved her back against the dark wood of his desk and pushed her skirt to her hips, never even bothering with her garters or panties. No, he would just shove everything to the side and plunge himself into her, relieving this burning ache with one fevered thrust after another, until she was screaming for him to let her come, her hair a desperate mess as she gave herself to him fully. That little blue mark of his would be shining in the dim light of his office, her black prim heels hanging from the tips of her toes as he hiked her legs up on her hips.
Oh, what a sight that would be.
Snarling under his breath, Jason grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator. If she wanted a fucking game, she would get one.
When he reached the lobby, he stormed through the entrance without even a glance and the nighttime guard, or his last remaining coworkers. No, if he knew Mr. Logan, there was onlyone place in town that little vegan twerp would take Raven, and Jason was determined to see her - no matter the consequences. If only to lay down rules for their little game.
Two blocks west, one block north, and-
Jason stared into the window of the restaurant, his eyes locking on the bright red wiggle dress as her dark hair brushed over her shoulders. The dress had black piping around the edges, and little black buttons that shimmered in the thin candlelight, like she was something out of a film noir… His thought screeched to a halt as she turned slightly, a low chuckle spilling from between her lips. Was she wearing lipstick? Lipstick? For Garfield Logan she put onlipstick.
Oh, hell no.
Setting his jaw he stormed into the restaurant, nearly bowling over the stammering hostess in the process. He didn't care if he was making a scene. If Raven wanted to play a game, damnit he would play along with her. Garfield stared up into his face, color leaving his skin and his green eyes wide with shock as Jason moved closer to them. Growling, his stare flicked from the blonde hair, to the eyes, to the nervously stammering mouth, and then down to his shirt.
"Jason, sto-"
"Mr. Todd, I-"
"You have a soup stain on your tie, Mr. Logan." Jason crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow, lifting an eyebrow as he flicked his head in the direction of the restrooms. "Why don't you go fix that while I have a word with Miss Roth? It's about the case, if you don't mind." His stare turned on her and he forced a thin snarl that somehow passed for a smile. "She left rather suddenly and I have some questions for her."
"Y-yes. I'll take care of that right now." Garfield stood up and raced toward the bathroom, barely casting a glance over his shoulder as he muttered apologies under his breath.
Raven set her lips in a thin line and reached for her wine glass. "You didn't have to do that."
"You didn't either, Raven." Her flushed cheeks let him know that she knew full and well what he was talking about. Good. Jason reached across the table and took the wine from her hands, leaning through the space between them. His eyes locked with her own and he captured her chin in his fingertips. "Listencarefully, Raven, because I am not going to repeat myself." He waited for a nod from her and he snarled. "If you want to play this game, fine. I am willing to play this game on equal terms - damned the risks, damned the consequences, and damned the fucking case. I will play this game with you."
Raven gasped, but made no move to stop him, and he ran his thumb over her lower lip and smiled, his eyes sliding over her body in silent appreciation. "But, do not think that I will not pull out everything in my own arsenal to win. Is that understood?"
Raven lifted an eyebrow, her lips twitching as her breath came in short, fevered gasps. She stared right into his eyes and nodded. "Same, Mr. Todd."
"Good."
He stood up and adjusted his suit jacket with another thin smile. His eyes caught the sight of Garfield approaching the table slowly, not sure what to make of his boss and Miss Roth having a heated conversation in the middle of their date. Jason shook his head, if that poor boy only knew what kind of fire he was playing with. Raven wasn't candlelight and roses, she was whips and chains and hellfire.
"Have a good evening, Miss Roth." Jason paused on his way to the door, and turned around to look into her eyes. "Oh, and one last thing, Miss Roth."
She raised an eyebrow, but her expression didn't change.
"Just remember that while a queen might have a dalliance with a pawn, she always returns home to fuck her king." He smirked and started for the door again. "Just something to think about for our…game."
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