Dangerous

The dark silence of the parking lot was a stark contrast to the rambunctious atmosphere of the powerful and covert club, SubTerra. A sizeable crowd had formed by the wood-stained bar, predominately men squawking provocatively in an attempt to cajole the bartender to serve them first. After receiving their drink, they sauntered back to one of the several tables littering the burgundy carpet in front of the large stage. Currently, two women were performing, standing ahead of their band. Some patrons watched, others conversed while the rest were engrossed in the game of football that streamed on the massive television to the left of the dimly lit room. Security guards were scattered throughout, although most were stationed at the doors, their eyes continually scanning the room, waiting for the inevitable shit-fight to erupt. Shouts of disapproval echoed over the music as an official threw a flag for pass interference against the Giants. Zoe watched as the guards braced themselves.Steppi

Artificial lights illuminated earthy brown eyes and the glint of white teeth behind thick lips as Jon smiled, his steps noticeably shorter in an attempt to maintain her pace. It was hard for Zoe to focus on much else."Are you a new waitress?"Zoe let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "No, I've worked here for years.""Bullshit." Austere features softened as he laughed, almost incredulously. "I would've noticed you well before now.""I usually work behind the bar.""What's your deal then?"Scrunching her nose in confusion, she tilted her head. "My deal? What does that mean?""Yeah, I mean, you seem like a nice girl, and the joint isn't really filled with up-and-coming members of society. Surely there's other job you could do that don't involve a bunch of fuckin' criminals?"This wasn't a conversation Zoe wanted to have in general, let alone with the handsome stranger she'd just met, and she silently thanked the universe when the neon blue lights of Roz's dinner brought a halt to t

Soft kisses trailed against her stomach, leaving a sweet trail of moisture as the stubbled scalp retreated from view beneath the quilt. Subconsciously, her thighs widened, allowing his hulking frame space to nuzzle between. The heat of his breath mingled with the fiery warmth brewing in her center and she lifted her hips in a silent plea for him to take the ache away. His breath grew ragged as Zoe squirmed, fingers clenching the sheets. “Please, Jon.”It was all he needed to swoop forward, damp lips connecting with the most sensitive part of her. She let out a sharp moan, breath catching in her throat at the feeling of his calloused fingers gripping the soft flesh of her hips. His tongue circled her, muffled sucks sending jolts of ecstasy coursing through her. Alternating between gentle swoops and hard laps, Zoe felt herself teetering dangerously close to the edge. An antagonized groan escaped her as he broke away, sultry eyes gazing up at her from beneath the floral pattern. Reaching

The warm, yellow lights of the coffee shop created the perfect toasty atmosphere to escape the cool winter chill. Zoe rubbed her hands together as she entered, removing her thick gloves and settling into a table at the rear of the café. The late night news hummed on the television to the left of her, the only consistent sound in the essentially empty space. Digging through her bag, Zoe grabbed out a frayed library book and flipped it open.The darkness of the night sky when she awoke had startled her, disappointment brewing at the realization that the sleeping tablet hadn’t knocked her out into the late hours of the following morning. The silence of home allowed the images to terrorize her once more, and without giving much thought, Zoe had tugged on some warm clothes and headed out the door.The late night coffee shop was fairly empty, but there were enough people around to welcome a sense of safety. A couple of cops sat close to the counter, sipping coffee while their police cruiser

Jumping from the car, Zoe laced her fingers with his, leading him across the parking lot and into the complex, their footsteps giddy as they climbed the two flights of stairs to her floor. Hastily, she unlocked the door and swung it open. Jon grasped her hips eagerly, fingers teasingly stroking the edge of her pants.A slip of white paper lying beside her foot distracted her. George Stannis: Security and Protection Officer stared up at her in bold print. Stooping down to retrieve it, Zoe flipped it over to read the handwritten cursive scrawl: Zo, Simon said to call this number if you get worried. I’ll call you tomorrow. Anja xAny thought she wanted to give to the note dissolved at the presence of Jon’s fingers, gliding beneath her jeans and resting tentatively against the cotton fabric of her panties. She groaned, head tilting into his shoulder as the scent of his cologne infiltrated her senses, her mind struggling to focus on anything other than the sensations his movement created.