“Thanks, man.”

Kendall handed the driver a hundred dollar bill and he handed back his card.

"Call anytime. I’m here all night.”

"We will. Have a good one.”

He looked at the tiny girl beside him.

"Ready?"

She nodded. She didn't look ready, she looked nervous. But she was game, he'd give her that. Jessica wasn’t a coward, that was for sure.

"Let's go."

He helped her out of the SUV. Luckily, they were immediately surrounded by security guards. The crowd at the front of the club had spotted them and were spilling over into the alley way.

Somebody screamed his name, sounding assballs crazy.

He didn't stop moving, just pushed Jessica in front of him and guided her into the club.

They had full body contact for a minute as he stood right behind her. He tried to stifle a groan. Her round little bottom felt incredible against him. He stared down at her, knowing she was facing away and couldn't see the lascivious look he was giving her.

If they had been alone, he would have had a much harder time controlling himself.

They hurried through a short utility hallway and then through a heavy fire door. That’s it. They were inside the club.

It was dim, with lanterns hanging everywhere, and twinkling lights in the floor. It was a good thing too, otherwise people would be tripping over each other. But the effect was relaxing and sexy.

The hallway opened directly into the VIP area, so it was less crowded there. A hostess guided them to a private table with the rest of In Tempo already seated around it. There were girls too. Not too many though.

Davie was there and he wasn't a player.

Well, not anymore.

Kendall knew the guys were getting paid to party at the club but he didn't care. He hadn't signed anything. If his showing up upped their fee, he was fine with it. It didn't mean he had to stay.

Not unless Jessica was having fun.

That all depended on her. She was his prime directive.

He smiled at his Star Trek reference and guided her to the low banquette. He slid in next to her, nice and close. It was a huge booth but thankfully not so much room that he wouldn’t have an excuse for body contact.

There were bottles of booze in buckets at the table with juice and other mixers.

He leaned forward and grabbed two glasses. He had to get close to her to be heard over the throbbing bass. Not that he minded.

"Same?"

"Yes, thanks. Maybe with that red stuff- what is it?"

He splashed some in a glass and sipped.

"Not sure. Maybe pomegranate."

She nodded and he mixed them each a drink, squeezing a lime in at the end. They clinked glasses and sipped. Then he leaned back and slid his arm around her.

Maybe it wasn't a date per se, but it was starting to feel like one. She was with him, that was for sure. He wanted everyone to know it too.

People were staring at them, taking cell phone pics. He just smiled, realizing that Jessica had no idea what she was getting into. Her face would be all over the internet before dawn. Hell, if they were spotted together again, she might make the gossip rags.

But that was part of the deal if they were going to be together.

He didn't particularly care at the moment if she didn't want her privacy invaded. He was becoming more and more determined that she was going to be his, no matter what that entailed.

And not just for one night either.

She was staring around, wide eyed. He leaned back, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. It was a really nice view. Her leg started bouncing when a popular song came on.

"Do you want to dance?"

She stared at him, startled. She still had no idea what she was in for. He'd decided to turn on the charm and then some. He was one of the most famous dancers in the world.

The poor girl didn't stand a chance.

His smile grew when she nodded, and he stood, pulling her to her feet. Then he led her out onto the dance floor.

People moved aside for them, but barely. In seconds they were swallowed up by the moving, shaking, bouncing crowd. You could almost smell the hormones.

Security had eyes on them, so he knew Jessica would be safe. And everyone was too into what they were doing to pay them much mind.

He stared down into her eyes. She looked a little bit fearful. No wonder. She was so tiny that she couldn't see over the swarm of dancers.

"Don't worry, I've got you."

She opened her mouth to speak and then just nodded, her eyes wide. Then he pulled her against him and started dancing. He kept his arms around her as he subtly started to mimic what he'd really like to do.

He started to make love to her.

His hands skimmed over her back and hips, urging her to rock against him. He circled his hips into her, not overtly, but it was a fucking turn on all the same.

Jesus, he wished they were alone.

On a bed. Or a couch. Or the floor.

Hell, he’d settle for a wall to lean against at this point.

She was a little stiff at first, but he kept at it. Her eyes were downcast, staring at his chest. Even in the dark he could see that her cheeks were growing red.

Her breasts bobbed against his chest in time to the music. He was grinning ear to ear when she peeked up at him nervously. He raised an eyebrow, silently daring her.

That did it. She tossed her head and turned around. Then she brought her body back against him.

Oh my god.

The girl had moves. He hadn't been expecting that at all. Her rhythm was impeccable as she ground herself against him. Then she turned again and it was game on.

They were all over each other, grinding in a way that would have gotten them a lot of attention if people could actually see them. That's if everyone else on the dance floor hadn't been doing something similar.

Jesus, the girl was full of surprises! So prim and proper and then BAM! She was working him over like a freaking pro! He moaned, realizing that if this kept up he was going to have a serious issue.

Hell, he already had a serious issue. He was rock hard. He just needed to keep from exploding on the dance floor.

The song ended and another one started. But neither of them were ready to stop. They stayed out there, dancing for another half an hour. He was fighting for control over his raging hard on the entire time. That didn't mean he wasn't loving every minute of it.

"Let's get some air."

She nodded, looking out of breath. He pulled her through the VIP section and up a set of stairs to a private balcony. It's where the celebs and high rollers went to smoke, or cool off, or fool around. It was dark thankfully, so he had time to cool down his body, hopefully without her noticing, though there was no way she hadn’t felt him.

He glanced around and pulled her to a secluded spot, leaning her against the wall.

She stared up at him, breathing heavily. He smiled and grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the bar. He held it to her lips, urging her to drink. She took a sip and then he put his lips where hers had been. He finished the bottle in two gulps.

He wiped his cold thumb over her cheek to her pouty lower lip.

No more fucking around now. It was time to stake his claim. Time to let her know what was on his mind.

He kissed her.

She didn’t move away. He groaned as their lips met. Her lips parted softly under his onslaught. He sensed her hesitation but he didn't stop.

Fuck, he wasn't sure he could stop.

Not unless it was just long enough to get them to a bed.

Hell, he was tempted to make use of the damn wall.

Easy, Kendall. Play nice if you want to keep your pretty doll.

He slipped his hand down her side, molding to her curves.

“Is this okay?”

“Uh huh.”

He smiled, his hand wandering to lightly touch the neckline of her dress.

“Are you sure?”

“Uh huh.”

He smiled in the darkness and lowered his head to kiss her again.