Round Two

Hazel silently watched her subject as he mingled with the society's high end. She was at a ball, in a five-star hotel dressed as fabolusly as the others.

How you may ask she got an invitation?

From her client, of course. She already had a few encounters with her current subject. After stalking him and doing a little research, she was able to find out where he actually hangs out, where he eats, where he lives, what sports he plays, etc. Pretty bad, her current subject was a clean-living man and a one-woman person.

‘Pity' she thought but that won't stop her from what doing she's supposed to do. Besides, she already started seducing him– acting like a lost innocent girl, acting like she lost her wallet and cannot pay for the bill in the restaurant where the subject usually eats and many more.

She admits this one's pretty tough, but she knew she'll win him over. She always does. She had already seen the sparks of interest in his eyes when she was at the pool table while Ethan Kingsman was hanging out with his friends.

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At corner of the hall, a man lifted his glass to take a sip of champagne when his dark and predatory eyes caught a familiar face. He looked closer and found amusement in himself upon recognizing the girl. It was the same girl who left him hanging in the bathroom– hard, hot and all alone.

The amusement soon turned into a scowl. Never had a girl left him just like that. And the worst thing of it all was, he let her!

“Look like someone's eyeing someone.” One of his friends teased.

“I know." He growled.

“Why don't you introduce us to her?”

Oblivious to the stares being thrown at her, Hazel Wyatt ran the plan she had inside her mind. ‘It should work' she thought. Taking a sip of champagne from her glass, she started heading towards Ethan Kingsman, her subject when her way was suddenly blocked.

“We meet again.” An arrogant and irritated drawl sounded.

She tensed upon recognizing the voice. Who would forget that voice? That voice has been the subject of her wet dreams lately. But she needs to wring this out. She can't afford familiarity when shs's working. Slowly looking up, she gave him a confused frown.

“Excuse me?" She asked.

“Don't tell me you can't remember me anymore?” He asked in that same arrogant and irritated tone that she found herself annoyed by it.

“I'm sorry but have we even met before?" She asked as nicely as she can, fighting the urge to laugh upon seeing the look in his face.

“Yes." He hissed.

“I'm sorry but I can't remember you. You must have mistaken me for someone else. Now, will you please excuse me?"

She started walking past by him but he took hold of her arm. “Do you want me to remind you how we exactly met?"

“A reminder's only called for when there's a need to recall something but I assure you, I haven't seen you before." She lightly stated and pulled her arm off his hold.

Chase stood on his spot, trying to ignore his friend's laughter. He can't be mistaken. That doll like face haunted him for countless nights already.

He felt humiliated and his pride has been greatly stepped on. He took the content of the glass he's holding in one go and shoved the thing to one of his friend's hand before going after the girl. His quick and determined strides totally gave the impression that he's not the type of person who easily gives up. His eyes remained on the girl as he made his way through the hall, evading some familiar faces along the way.

“Chase!" His sister's familiar voices entered his ears.

“Latter, Cheryl." He said and evaded her.

“Chase, I'm engaged!”

He suddenly stopped in his tracks. Torn between going after the doll girl and dealing with his sister's sudden announcement, he stood motionless for quite some time until he finally lost sight of the girl.

“You're what?” He turned around.

“I'm engaged!" She gleefully announced. “Ethan proposed to me just before we arrived here and I said yes!”

As sense of loss filled him but upon seeing the happiness in her eyes, he smiled brightly at her. “Congratulations, I'm happy for you!”

“I'm happy too!" She laughed and gave him a tight hug. “But I'd be happier if you take relationships seriously, too.

Chase clicked his tongue and pulled away from her. “Don't start."

“But Chase–”

“It's not my fault if girls go gaga over me." He said matter-of-factly. “So why would I get myself stuck up with just one girl when I can have all of them?"

“All right." Cheryl sighed. “I give up.”

He smiled. “Now, if you'll excuse me. I still got someone to hook up with." He finished with a wink.

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Hazel can't help but smile when she saw her subject excused himself from his acquaintances. She silently followed him as he went into an empty halfway. ‘Perfect' she thought as she watched him walk further away from the hall.

A hand suddenly grabbed her arm just when her subject turned in a corner and disappeared out of her sight. Frustratedly, she looked back to see who the intruder was. Amusement and irritation filled her upon seeing who it was.

She composed her face and decided to just act it out. “Yes?”

“Stop pretending that you don't know me!” He hissed dangerously.

“Mister, I really don't know what you're talking a–”

The rest of her words were left unheard as he crushed his lips on hers. Her inside tensed, recoiled and tightened as familiar yet foreign sensations enveloped her. His grip tightened on her arm as his head dipped further, burying his lips deeper on hers.

‘Damn, he can really kiss!' her mind screamed. She kissed countless of guys but never had she felt this way to any of them before.

“Now, do you remember?” He drawled lazily after breaking the kiss.

She smirked and pulled her arm off his grip. “Aww, did I leave quite an impression on you to make you this frustrated? It's just a simple making out, Mister." She arrogantly said. “I kiss guys every now and then. What happened between is before and just a while ago didn't mean a thing to me.”

Chase stared at her incredulously. With another smirked, she flipped her hair and went to walk down the hall again but even before she reached the ballroom hall, she was suddenly hauled in once corner and pushed against the wall. Angry lips soon covered hers.

She can feel that he was pissed with the way he was kissing her. She gave a frustrated moan when he started nipping her lower lip. She's frustrated with herself for wanting to kiss him back, for wanting his tongue to explore her mouth, for wanting to feel his touch. Sighing in defeat, she finally listened to her body's need. She parted her lips and let his tongue glide in. Her arms went around his neck as she started kissing him back in equal fervor.

A groan escaped from him as she started kissing him back. His body started to tense in anticipation, making him impossibly hard at once. He leaned in closer, wanting her to feel how excited he was already. He slid one hand to her thigh and slipped inside her dress.

A satisfied smirk came to his lips when he came in contact with her, core, finding the fabric covering it already wet. He stroked his hand up and down against it, bringing a shiver to her whole being.

“Let's get a room." He whispered huskily, blowing air against her neck as he started trailing kisses there, nipping, licking and sucking.

She gave a light laugh and decided to play with him since her plan for tonight was already ruined because of this guy. “I don't come cheap, Mister." She said and pushed him away with force. “You might not afford my services."

“What?”

“You heard me right.” She smugly said and looked at him up and down. “I don't think you can afford me."

“I can't afford you?” He breathed.

“Yes." She replied. “Did you really think I come free? You still got a long way to go, little boy.”

The sound of footsteps made them look away from each other. “Oh, thank God, I'm find you Chase." A female voice came. “You father's been looking for you."

Taking advantage of his distraction, Hazel quickly ran away from the hall and blended with the people. She looked around, trying to find her subject but after minutes of looking, she didn't see any sign of him.

‘Damn!' she mentally cursed. Her mission for tonight was all screwed up. Totally pissed, she decided to just abandon it for the meantime. She started heading towards the exit when something cold suddenly hit her chest and ran down to her tummy.

She gasped and her eyes grew wide as she looked down and saw her wet dress sticking up to her skin, her twin peaks straining through it.

“Oh crap! I'm so sorry!"

She looked up angrily and was about to rant when the face of the man in front of her stopped her. A slow smile suddenly curved her lips. “It's okay.” She amended. “I wasn't really looking on–”

“Please, let me help you.” He butted, taking his coat off and put it around her.

“Thank you."

“I really am sorry! If you would, let me replace your dress."

“Oh, you really don't have to." She played.

“I insist." He said. “Please?”

Her inside started rejoicing but she kept up a poker face. “Okay, if you insist."

He started making calls and led her to one of the suites. “Is it okay if we wait for my assistant? I asked her to bring a replacement for your–”

“Oh, it's okay." She quickly cut off and eyed the whole place. The dim light, the teasing scent and the whole look appeared to her as a setting for seduction. She inwardly smirked.

“So, what's your–” A knock suddenly sounded. He glanced to the door then back at her. “Excuse me."

She just nodded in return. Her mind started working as she heard the door closed again. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile when her returned to her.

“Here." He said. “The bathroom's over there."

“Thanks." She mumbled and went inside. She took the coat off her shoulders and set it aside. She opened her purse and sprayed some perfume on. She re-did her makeup. She lightly opened the door and peered through it. “Ahm, excuse me?"

“Is there something wrong?” He quickly came up.

“The zipper of my dress' stuck up. Can you help me with it?" She asked in her most pitiful, helpless and distressed voice.

“Oh.” He mumbled, sounding hesitant. “Well, okay.” He then said.

The girl opened the door wider and stepped back to let him in. She turned her back on him and gathered her hair on one side. She smirked after hearing him took an unsteady breath. He then pulled the zipper down with ease.

She gave a light chuckle. “It was stuck a while ago.” She said then turned to face him. Her subject quickly averted his eyes to hide the attraction building up inside him. “Are you alright?” She asked innocently eventhough she perfectly knew what's going on with him. “You look pale and you're sweating a bit."

“I-It's nothing." He waved it off with a chuckle and looked at her. “It's just that...” He trailed.

“What?” She whispered.

“It's..." He muttered, staring at her. “You're beautiful." He then breathed.

‘Got you!’ she smugly thought but she didn't show the smugness on her face. Instead, she acted shyly, as if it's her first time to hear such compliment. “No, I'm not." She sadly stated, heaving a deep sigh. She looked at herself in the mirror.

“You are." He said, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

She gave him a sad smile. “My... my former boyfriend doesn't think so. He left me for another girl because he said I was ugly."

“Well, he's blind!" He fiercely ushered, looking offended. “You're beautiful, believe me."

“Really?” She asked softly and turned to him.

“Yes.” He breathed.

“I don't believe you." She pouted and acted as if she's on the verge of crying.

The subject, who felt distressed seeing a girl cry, pulled her in his arms and rubbed his hand up and down her bare back. “I'm not lying." He comforted her.

“I-if you want me to believe you, then prove it.” She sniffed, looking up at him. “Kiss me."

Surprise filled his eyes, followed by an obvious fire of passion but it soon faded as hesitation invaded him. Hazel can't help but admire the guy. Looking at him closely, she can't deny that he was good-looking but what took her attention the most was the hesitation in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, I can't do that." He said. “You see, I'm–”

She reached for his lips, not letting him finish his sentence. She took advantage of his momentary surprise. Snaking her arms of his neck, she pulled him closer, pressing her body intimately against his. She nibbled on his lower lip and tugged on it lightly. She darted her tongue out and ran it lightly along his lips.

Still determined, even though the subject wasn't responding, she slid one hand down his chest and went lower and lower until she reached his crotch. She caressed it, making him gasp. Taking the chance, she sent her tongue forward and let it swirl intimately around the tip of his tongue.

He finally gave in, his arms went tighter around her as he started kssing her gently. Hazel was then torn between disappointment and admiration.

Disappointment– for the gentle kiss. Surprisingly, she prefers the risky kiss the rude guy gave her down the hallway. Admiration– for somehow, she felt respected by him, which she hadn't felt from any of the opposite sex before.

“Wait." He pulled away. “We shouldn't be doing this. I'm–”

“I like you." She blurted out, subconsciously acknowledging the truth in it.

“Babe?" A distant voice from outside the bathroom called. “Are you here?”