Hello guys, yes I am back with another story, but this one sang to me. I surely hope you enjoy it. With a few of my stories ending in the next few chapters, I wanted something to tide you over. Enjoy, and I love you.

Mercedes took another shot and shook it off as she slammed it down. Smiling at her girls, she took a deep breath. "To VIP nights and girls who are my Ride or Die Bitches!"

Santana laughed. "I love drunk Cedes; she cusses and lets me touch her booty." Santana laughed, taking her shot.

Quinn shook her head. "I am glad you let us take you out for one last girl's night before you can't drink anymore."

"I still can't believe you are doing this," Rachel said, frowning. "Your life is amazing, and you already have one child; why add another kid to it with no guy to help? If I didn't have Finn, I don't know what I would do with Hepburn and Fanny."

Mercedes shrugged with a smile; she met Cody when he was just two years old. He had lost his parents in a car accident, and Mercedes didn't even hesitate to adopt him as her own. "I love Cody; adopting him was the best thing I could have done for myself. He is my heart, but we talked about it, and he wants to be a big brother, and I am ready. Besides anything a man can do for me, I can do for myself."

"You better say it, girl!" Santana said, taking another sip.

"Look, I have thought about this; I have prayed about this. I want this. And you all helped me pick out Mr. 6'4, chocolatey goodness with an IQ of 165 and the basketball skills of Jordan. I am good. I am ready, and I thought you supported me."

Rachel sighed. "I had to ask to be sure; this is a big deal."

Quinn looked beyond Mercedes over to the other VIP area. "Speaking of big deals, get a look at those men."

Mercedes turned to where Quinn was looking and felt a blush creep up her neck as one of the men checked her out. She saw a smirk appear on his lips and rolled her eyes. She was about to look away when he stuck his tongue at her and went cross-eyed. She spits out her drink, shaking her head as the girls chatted about who would go over and talk to the group of men. They were all very sexy, but something about the man caught her attention.

She looked back over to him, making her own funny face, earning a laugh from him, and she looked away, blushing more.

"Okay, Dani is here; who wants to let me grind on them to show her what she is missing," Santana said, standing up.

Mercedes downed her shot and smirked at the man looking at her. She wasn't one to make a move, but she was a tease. "I'll do it." Standing, she smoothed down a red wrap long sleeve bodycon bandage dress that zipped from top to bottom, as the dress fell just above her knees. She added gold hoop earrings and a necklace that drew attention to her cleavage, which looked like they were begging to be set free. Letting Santana lead her to the dance floor, her red strapped four-inch heels made her taller but still shorter than Santana, who was wearing a simple black halter top dress and her five-inch platform heels.

Staring up to the VIP area, the man moved to the rail, looking over, and when he spotted her, she smirked at him before letting Santana grab her hips, guiding them with the music. Mercedes threw her back at the Latina, dropping it low, then bringing it back up as she caressed her curves on the way up. Bending forward, she shook her ass at Santana, who smacked it.

A crowd had formed as all eyes were on them, but Mercedes's eyes were locked on the man staring at her, daring him to come down so she could dance with him.

Sam Evans was mesmerized and speechless, and that didn't happen to him. As CEO of Evans Tech and Gadgets, he was used to people and women trying to get something from him, and he was used to being in charge and the one who was lusted after. He was one of People's Magazine's Top 5 Bachelors to watch. But the moment he locked eyes with the Goddess in the red dress, he was in trouble.

When his CFO Mike and top Creator Jake told him they were going out tonight, he was against it. His girlfriend Kitty had a no clubbing without her rule, and he was okay with that because he was not a club person. But they had just landed a big contract, and the guys wanted to celebrate. When he called her to tell her, she told him to go and have a good time, which is what he intended to do.

But when his eyes locked with her brown, he was thrown. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with a smile that melted something inside him. But he was happy with Kitty; she was intelligent, beautiful, and funny. Most people who saw her thought she was stuck up, but the moment she started talking, they knew she wasn't. It wasn't love, but he really liked her.

And now he was liking a random. He stuck out his tongue at her and made a face to stop the feelings right in their tracks, knowing she would be turned off. But color him surprised when she busted out laughing and turned to do the same to him. He snorted, both shocked and impressed. She was not like most women.

Seeing her get up, he was confident she was leaving, and he could forget those fleeting feelings. WRONG! She decided to get on the dance floor with another woman and put on a show for him. How did he know it was for him? Because her eyes never left his as he roamed every inch of her body.

"Sam, if you don't take your ass down there, I am gonna quit on the spot. That woman is a sexy Goddess who is dancing for you, and you are just standing there with your mouth hanging out like a lost puppy." Jake said.

"I have a girlfriend." Sam countered, watching as Mercedes dropped it low and then stood twirling her body around to the beat so he could get a better view of her ass.

Mike stood on the other side of him. "Sam, I don't know what to tell you; that woman is sending out an SOS saying she wants you. Don't go down there unless you are ready to ride that ride."

"Mike, do you see her?" Jake asked. "Curves for days and knows how to use them. And she, unfortunately, chose Sam out of all of us. Now he has to go down there, at least let her down in person. If you ignore her, she may think there is something wrong with her."

Sam laughed. "You and your wild ideas, you know that?"

Sam turned his attention back to the dance floor; a man had replaced her friend, who was sucking face with another woman at the moment. She looked up and caught Sam's attention as the man pulled her hips back to him. She ground against him, running her hands down her body as her eyes met Sam's.

This was it; either he stepped back and let her go home with that lucky bastard she was dancing with, or he could go down there and dance with her. It was just a dance, nothing more. He reasoned as he made his way down the stairs and to the dance floor. A slow song came on as he reached them, and Mercedes smiled, looking up at him.

Sam stared down at Mercedes. "Can I cut in?"

The man was about to speak, but Mercedes nodded. "Anthony, I'll save you a dance later." She said as she moved to wrap her arms around Sam's neck. "It's about time you came down here and danced with me." She said teasingly.

"Well, when you put on that kind of show, a man must get his barrings first."

Mercedes giggled, pressing herself against him. "Well, do you have them now?"

Sam's hands traveled down her body as she turned in his arms, her back facing his front. Sam let his hands roam over her body, causing a moan to slip from her lips. He moved to whisper into her ear. "You are dangerous."

She let her head fall back and smiled up at him batting her eyes innocently. "Me? Dangerous? How?"

Sam stared into her eyes, forgetting himself for a moment. "Sexy, beautiful, amazing dancer, a man could lose himself in you."

She reached her hand behind her to wrap around his neck. "Do you want to get lost in me?"

"Yes." He breathed before thinking.

"I wanna get lost in you too." She hissed.

Sam's hands moved down to her thighs; with the crowd around them, no one noticed his hand slip under her dress and gripped her thighs. "I shouldn't be doing this."

Mercedes swallowed, wishing his hand would move further up. She turned her head more to him to look into his eyes. "I never do this, but you…you make me want you too."

As one of his hands danced closer to its Prize, the other pressed her firmly against him, his teeth lightly grazing her neck as she moved her hips slowly against his growing shaft.

"Fuck." Sam breathed in her ear, finger grazing over her clit, causing her to inhale deeply with a whimper. This was by far the sexiest dance either of them had ever experienced.

As his fingers continued to dance against her clit, they slowly moved down, teasing her to the point her knees buckled. "You're gonna kill me." She groaned.

"Says the woman trying to bring me to my knees." Sam hissed as she seductively moved against him. He bit down on her pulse point, running his tongue over it, while his hand on her waist moved up her stomach grazing her breast. "You are the sexiest woman here tonight."

"And I could be all yours, to do with what you want, for one night only." She said boldly.

Sam gripped her hips, thrusting against her. "You think you could handle this." He whispered in her ears.

"Baby, the question is could you handle this?" She hissed, grinding against him, causing him to groan.

She bit her bottom lip, turning in his arms. She stared up at him, nipping his bottom lip before dropping it so low she was face to-face with his growing cock.

Pulling her back up slowly, Sam was so tempted to give in, but he wasn't sure he could. The music turned from an upbeat song to a sultry slow one. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands traveled dangerously low to her ass.

"Why are you here alone? A woman like you can have any man she wants, and you know that."

"Can I? It doesn't seem as if I can have you."

Sam sighed as he pulled her body to his pressing himself to her. "I know you can feel how much of an effect you have on me."

She stared up at him with hooded eyes. "Maybe, but you are still hesitating."

Sam stared at her, temptation causing him to forget himself. "You are dangerous to men like me and men who aren't all about one-night stands."

"You think I do this for just anyone?" She stopped swaying, moving to leave as Sam pulled her back to him, his lips dangerously close to hers.

"This isn't a game you play once a week?"

She stared at him shaking her head. "No." She breathed, "I don't sleep around. But I'm not looking for a relationship, and my life is complicated enough."

Sam moved her hair out of her eyes. "You are dangerous and tempting. And I want you." He breathed. "But I…"

His words were cut off as a fast song came on, pulling them out of their sexual haze. She licked her lips as he stepped away from her. "Well, thanks for the dance."

She winked at him, leaving him breathless on the dance floor as he walked towards the bar seeing Mike and Jake.

"What the hell are you doing? Go back and finish dancing with her!" Jake scolded.

"I did. And that is as far as I am gonna go with her. We shouldn't have even done that." Sam said.

Jake nodded. "Well, you did; it looked hot. Was it hot?"

Sam smiled. "If I were single or a lesser man, we would be against a wall right now. She's dangerous, man, in the best kind of way, and I've never been tempted before."

Mike looked over at her and her friends. "They all seem dangerous except for the one in the pleated skirt..."

Sam ran his fingers through his hair. "Let's just go."

"Hey Ladies, you ever meet a man who makes you feel like a dangerous woman? Well, this song is for him."

Sam turned, freezing as he saw his dance partner on the stage. He didn't even know the DJ let people do this.

Mercedes wasn't sure if it was the shot Santana gave her when he walked away or if it was just how badly she wanted him to touch her again, but she walked to the stage and smiled at Puck, the DJ. He nodded, handing her the Mic. She sometimes would sing with him at shows, so he knew she had skills, but that was back before she started her career.

Rachel ran over to her. "Are you really going to do this?"

Mercedes looked at Sam, talking to his friends. "Yep."

"Mercedes, you don't do things like this. You haven't sung in 5 years." Rachel warned. "Maybe I should take the lead, and you can just dance for him."

Santana laughed. "Don't listen to her; it's like riding a bike; get up there and show him what he's missing, and then once you are done, take him to the back room…we got your back up, don't we girls?"

Quinn nodded as Rachel hesitated but stood on the stage with them. Mercedes nodded thanks to them as she stood on the stage and focused her attention on Sam. "Hey Ladies, you ever meet a man who makes you feel like a dangerous woman? Well, this song is for him."

The song started, and she began to sway with the music, the girls following suit as all eyes were on them. Mercedes exhaled. "Don't need permission. I made my decision to test my limits. Cause it's my business. God is my witness. Start what I finished. You don't need any hold-ups. Taking control of this kind of moment. I'm locked and loaded. Completely focused, my mind is open."

She watched as his friends pushed him closer to the stage, and she smirked, looking down at him as her free hand roamed her body. Santana approached her and began caressing her curves as Mercedes continued to sing. "All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God, don't you stop, boy."

Mercedes dropped it low, looking directly at Sam. "Something about you makes me feel like a dangerous woman. Something bout, something bout, something bout you, makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't."

Sam smirked at her as she brought her body back to standing. She moved to the edge of the stage as Sam's friends pushed him to climb on it. Mercedes moved towards him, wrapping her thigh around him as she continued to sing and dance for him.

"Nothin' to prove, and I'm bulletproof, and I know what I'm doing; the way we're movin' like introducing us to a new thing. I wanna savor it, save it for later. The taste of flavor, 'cause I'm a taker. Cause I'm a giver, it's in my nature. I live for danger."

She removed his leather jacket as the women in the club screamed and hooted. "All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God, don't you stop boy."

Sam lost his cool the moment she reached under his shirt and grabbed his abs; his resolve was cracking. He should have left; why did he stay? He knew why; the temptress grinding on him was why. There was a simple way to end this flirting and ensure he would go home alone tonight. He could tell her he had a girlfriend. But nothing else mattered when the song ended, and he looked into her eyes.

He helped her off the stage, and she chewed her bottom lip nervously as she quickly pulled him towards the back. He didn't have a chance to do anything except follow her.

"You are an amazing singer; is that what you do?" Sam asked.

She smiled. "Nope."

As the door closed, she pushed him against it, staring up at him, running her hands down his chest.

Sam licked his lips, staring at her. "Kiss me." He said, not thinking of anything but her lips.

She stood on her tippy toes, kissing him deeply as his hands wrapped around them, turning them so that she was against the wall.

Mercedes wrapped her thighs around him as he pulled her close, running her hands through his hair as her tongue fought with his.

Sam moaned against her lips; they were perfect, she was perfect, and she felt so good against him. His left hand gripped her tightly as his right moved up her curves and to the zipper at the top of her dress.

His fingers moved the zipper down as his lips moved down to her breast. "Mmm, you are so sexy…beautiful."

"Oh…" She hissed as his tongue wrapped around her nipple. She whimpered, running her hand down his body. His hand went to zip her dress all the way down, but she stopped him. "Wait a minute." She breathed.

Sam ran his hand over her cheek gently. "You make me want to forget myself." He confessed. "I never lose my resolve, but with you…."

She nodded. "I know what you mean. I know I brought you in here, but..I… don't really…this is…." She zipped her dress back up. "Sex in public… it's not really me. But you…"

Sam nodded. "No, I am glad you stopped us." And he was about to throw everything away, and for what? A woman he didn't even know. Though what he did know about her made part of him want to know more about her.

Sam leaned in, cupping her cheek, and kissed her softly. "Thank you for the dance, the song, and the kiss."

She smiled, nipping at his lips. "Thank you."

He placed her down, and they straightened themselves out, walking out of the room; as they walked back onto the floor, she stopped him, feeling the last ounce of boldness in her. "I am heading out for the night, but if you want to finish what we started tonight…." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key card. "I hope you use it, but if you don't, no hard feelings, and this was…it was great." She said, reaching up and wiping her gloss from his lips before she walked away.

Sam looked after her, then down at the hotel key card for the Four Seasons. He was impressed she was staying there. He swallowed, looking at her leave, and felt torn. He wanted to go up to that hotel room and fuck her brains out. He wanted to lose himself in her. He already cheated, but it would be so easy to keep going, but he and Kitty had rules. Sex constitutes cheating, and so he couldn't cheat on Kitty, and besides, he wasn't that guy. No, he was going to go home and forget about this temptress.

"So what did she give you?" Jake asked with a smile taking him out of his head.

The key card practically burned in Sam's hand. "It doesn't matter; I am not using it. I'm not a cheater; I don't get down like that."

Mike laughed. "You might not get down like that, but you were close to it. And what the hell did you two do in that back room?"

Sam ran his hand through his hair. "Lack of judgment. On my part, but it ends with a good night and me going home alone."

Jake held his hand out. "Then give it to me so that I can go; that woman is sexy and ready for some action; I am sure I can show her a better time than you can." He laughed.

Sam shook his head and broke the card. "This is too tempting for me. And I would never let you touch her."

"You know me, I wouldn't go there, but if I didn't offer, that thing would burn a hole in your pocket til you head there. Now you have no reason to go."

Sam looked down at the broken card in his hand+ and knew he made the right choice. Going to the room, yes, he would have the best sex of his life; he was sure of it. But so many things could happen. He could ruin his relationship with Kitty, or she could be a spy from his competitors; a woman like that could destroy him.

Walking out of the club, his eyes moved over to a group of women piling into a limo, and his green eyes locked with brown once again. She offered him a smile, then stuck her tongue out at him.

Sam laughed, sticking his tongue at her with a wink.

She waved goodbye as she hopped into the Limo, and Sam exhaled, looking back down at the broken card; he regretted ripping it, and though he had the number to the room, he knew he was making the right choice walking away, but damn did he regret it."