I can barely walk after what that man just did to my body. I have to walk. I have to escape him and his magic fingers. Who am I kidding? It wasn't magic. I was desperate. I came out tonight with the sole purpose of getting laid. Dylan wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but there was no way I was going through with my mission of finding a one night stand. I doubt any of them could follow that performance.

“Where are you going?” Dylan asks, still sitting on the couch, practically licking his lips like that cat that got in the cream.

“It's time for us to go,” I say, trying my best to appear cool and nonchalant.

“You aren't going to find her in that mess of people. Sit down and wait for your friend to come back,” he says, looking at me with eyes that see too much.

I scan the throng of people just beyond the velvet rope. He's right.

I turn back to look at him, “I want to go,” I say softly.

He must have heard how desperate I was and jumps off the couch, taking three steps to reach me. He grabs my elbow, pulls me in close, tilts my head up a little, “Don't run away,” he whispers.

I shake my head, trying to shake off him along with the last five minutes, “I think it is best we keep our relationship on a purely professional level. This can never happen again,” I say, trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

He smiles. Not a real smile. The kind of smile one does when they are guilty or planning to do something they know is bad.

“Dylan, please,” I say again.

“I'll take you home if you want to go,” he says, moving me out of the way and talking to the massive man guarding the velvet rope.

He comes back, looks around the area before saying, “Let's go.”

I hesitate. The last thing I want to do is go home with him. Or is it. My body is still humming. I begin to reason with myself. I already went this far and have vowed to never do it again, but since the damage is done for tonight...I look up to see him standing and waiting for me at the rope.

I can take him home, sleep with him once and then vow to never do it again. It can't be any worse than what just happened, right? Isn't that basically double jeopardy?

“Are you coming?” he asks.

It is I who gives him the dangerous, mischievous smile, “Not yet,” I whisper. My body lights up as I move towards him, my goal to seduce him set. I want this man to finish what he started. Once my mind is made up, it is all systems go and I mean go!

I slowly move towards Dylan as he motions me to go ahead. I purposely walk close enough so my breasts will gently rub across his shirt. Target achieved. I grin when I see his body jerk as if I have stabbed him.

I know he is right behind me, so I do my best to sway my hips as I cross the dance floor, heading for the exit. Then to make sure my prey is ensnared in my trap, I turn my head, look over my shoulder and keep moving. Yep, he's there alright. His eyes are focused on my ass. He looks up, his eyes a dark shade of cocoa. I know they are dark with desire and it makes me want to purr.

I give him a knowing smile, flip my hair around and keep going. He is like a fish on a hook. The only way he is getting free is if I let him.

“You're playing with fire, Alexa,” he growls into my ear as I stand outside the door of the club. The cool air brushes over my skin, cooling the fire Dylan had stoked earlier.

I turn, exposing a bit more of my neck, look up at him, “I'm not afraid to get burned, Dylan.”

My body leans into him, demanding his touch, but he refuses me. I look up to question him. He stares back, giving me no quarter.

“Car's here,” he says.

Not exactly the words I was hoping to hear. He puts a hand on the small of my back and ushers me forward. I crawl into the black SUV and move over just enough to allow him enough space to sit beside me. I wait, my nerves tingling. I can't wait to get him alone in the backseat. This time, I am going to have him begging for more.

I grow impatient, waiting for him to crawl in next to me. He is standing on the street, talking to one of his security guards. I look at him, demanding he look back. He doesn't.

“Humph,” I say in complete frustration. I am ready. I want to go. Just as I am about to remind him I am sitting here waiting, I see Jessica. He says something to her and before I know it, she is crawling in.

“Scoot over,” she grumbles.

“What?” I say, completely confused.

I look up, see him standing there staring at me. He gives me a strange look before slamming the door, slapping the side of the SUV twice and before I know it, we are being whisked away down the city streets.

“Are you going to scoot over or do you want to cuddle?” Jessica asks, slightly irritated.

“Oh,” I say. “Sorry, I, well, I wasn't expecting you to be getting in.”

She nods, “Yeah, me neither. What did you do? I was ready to have some fun with that guy. He is hot and the way he moves on the dance floor, woo!” she says with delight, using her hand to fan her face. “I nearly jumped him right there in the middle of the dance floor!”

I shrug my shoulders as I settle into the seat on the other side of the SUV. I'm pouting. I'm embarrassed and ashamed.

“What happened?” Jessica asks again in a soft voice.

I sigh, “I don't know. I don't care. I want to go home and go to bed.”

She nods, “Hmm, something happened. You'll tell me soon enough.”

The rest of the ride first to her place, then my own was in silence. I was not in the mood for conversation. My pride had been seriously damaged and I have to figure out how to face Dylan next week. I thought he was in to me, but clearly I misread some signals.

I stomp up the stairs to my second floor apartment, venting my pent up frustration with every pound of my feet. I feel like a complete idiot. I strip off the dress, not bothering to put on my ratty old t-shirt and crawl into bed to wallow in self-pity. I feel like a complete fool. I will never forgive that man for doing that to me. What a pig!

No matter how much I now hate him, I keep replaying the scene on the couch. I really wanted more. I shouldn't have, but I did. Now, I'm laying alone in my bed, longing for his touch. My plan to get him out of my head completely backfired.