He watched as a sexy, dark haired beauty stumbled out from around the side of the Kit Cat Club. She was tall, lean and drunker than a sailor on shore leave. He sat up, watching as she fumbled around in her bag for a few minutes until she pulled out a pack of smokes. She must have come out of the employee exit in the back, he thought. Which means...drunk beauty was an employee.

Smiling to himself, he exited the POS and leaned causally against the hood as she continued staggering towards him. Digging around in her fucking purse with an unlit smoke dangling from her lips, she was oblivious to the world.

"Hey beautiful, need a light?" He slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out his trusty zippo, flicking it open and lighting it in one smooth, casual move.

Her head jerked up out of her bag.

Fuck me! He had to swallow back his revulsion. She had a face only Freddy Krueger could love with a scar that played connect the dots from her temple all the way down to the side of her mouth. Leaving the right side of what use to be full lips, turned down into a disfiguring scowl.

She blinked furiously at him. Obviously, suffering from an advanced state of beer goggles. "It's okay, sweetheart. I don't bite." He lifted the flame a little closer to her smoke, waving it around gently to encourage her to use it.

A few more seconds ticked by before she brought a shaky hand up and cupped the flame to her cigarette. As she puffed, he noticed she had green eyes which probably would have been kind of pretty...if they weren't bloodshot to hell.

"Thanks," she muttered, inhaling deeply. "I didn't think anyone smoked anymore." She blew out a long stream.

He chuckled. "Yeah, we're a dying breed in this politically correct world."

Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out his own pack and slipped one between his lips. Lighting it, he closed the zippo with a flourished snap on the side of his leg before putting it back in his pants. Noticing her gaze following his movements, he grinned. Chicks loved the lighter tricks.

"I didn't see you inside," she slurred the statement.

"Not really my scene." He puffed on his smoke, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah...not mine either." She turned towards the gleaming pair of cat eyes hanging off the side of the building. "Not anymore," she said bitterly, taking a deep drag off her cigarette. Turning back to him, she looked him up and down. A sensual grin curled one side of her mouth while the other side only grimaced deeper. "You want to party?" Weaving a few steps closer to him, she ran a chipped, blue lacquered nail down the zipper of his leather jacket.

Hiding a wince from her fucked up face, he smiled down at her. "Sure, beautiful." Walking to the passenger side of the POS, he opened the door and helped pour her in.

Climbing into the driver's side, he flicked what was left of his smoke towards the club. At least the good looking side was facing him, he thought as he started the engine.

*******

Adam stood outside on the balcony of his luxurious suite, sipping a glass of red wine at the Cincinnatian Hotel. He was 700 miles away from Abigail, but she was so prominent in his thoughts, she might as well had been standing right next to him.

A chilly wind blew and he inhaled it deeply. He had hoped the cold which was pricking his skin, would clear his mind so he could continue with the hours of paper work still ahead of him. But, unless he wanted to go skinny dipping in the frigid Ohio River, he was SOL.

Turning, he strode back into his room. The fucking guilt was eating him alive, he thought as he paced in front of the fake, burning fireplace. Adam dropped his head. He should have never told Jonathan to do the background check, but the wheels were already in motion and couldn't be stopped.

"Bullshit," he muttered under his breath. Tilting his head back, he drained the rest of the wine. He could stop it. He could easily pick up that fucking phone and put an end to it with a push of the goddamn button, but his desire to identify what was keeping them apart was too great. The greedy bastard in him wanted to know.

Setting the empty glass down on the mantle, he stalked over to the desk and opened his laptop which he had slammed shut earlier in frustration. Running a hand through his hair, he focused on the spreadsheet before him. Every few minutes, his eyes wandered to the little clock in the corner of his screen. Time was passing at a snail's pace until he felt as if it had somehow become frozen.

The vibrating of his phone rescued him from the monotony. Sighing in relief for the interruption, he reached over and glanced at it. Abigail? Relief quickly turned into a panicky dread as he swiped his thumb across the screen to answer it.

"Abigail, what's wrong?" he barked, his eyes flickered back to the corner of his laptop. It was after 2 A.M. Erich reported he had dropped her off at home hours ago. He frowned at the silence meeting him from the other end. "Abigail?"

The old wives tale of nothing good happening after 2 A.M. raced into his head, making his heart pound in his chest. He clenched the phone so hard in his fist, he thought the fucker might break as he waited for a response.

"Um...Hi." Her soft voice was music to his ears.

He blew out the breath he was holding. She sounded fine. Tired, but fine. Sitting back in his chair, he smiled for the first time all evening. "Hello, Abigail. Is everything alright?"

"Yes."

He could hear some rustling in the background, suggesting she was in bed. The thought had him stifling a groan.

"I didn't think you'd answer."

He chuckled. "If you didn't think I would answer, then why did you call?"

"I mean...I didn't think you would still be awake." Another short pause. "I was going to leave a message," she muttered.

"Well, now you don't have to. What is it that you wanted to tell me, baby?"

She clammed up. All he could hear was the artificial crack and hiss of the gas fire blazing away in his room.

"Abigail, are you there?"

"I...ah..."

He closed his eyes, picturing the flush of her cheeks as she scrambled for something to say.

"I wanted to say thank you for the phone and...for having Erich drive me around. Although, it's totally unnecessary." She cleared her throat. "Yeah...um...I'm sorry if I was less than appreciative earlier."

"You are forgiven. Completely."

She exhaled her relief and the sound made his cock twitch.

"Thank you."

The long pause which followed, made him worried she was going to say goodbye. "How was work today?" he asked in a rush. Cringing at the desperation in his voice, he wondered when he lost his debonair style and became a clinging teenaged boy.

"It was...interesting."

"Interesting how?" Remembering what happened with Hanover the last time she'd been at work, sent his temper into a low simmer. "Are you alright?" he growled as he stood up and started pacing. Heaven help whoever may have hurt her.

"I'm fine, Adam."

The sound of his name coming through the other end of the line stopped him in his tracks, making his cock jump to attention. Tonight he wasn't Mr. Steele.

"Are you sure?" He narrowed his eyes. Something about her tone was off.

"It's...just...," she stalled out. "Something happened at work tonight that got me thinking, is all."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Thinking about what?"

"You...me...life...the secrets of the universe," she laughed drily.

"And did you come to any decisions?"

"About the universe? No."

Adam chuckled softly. "Not the subject I was referring to, but good to know none the less. I, however, was more interested in the you and me part of your thought process."

"Huh...I thought you would be far more interested in the universe, beings that you are master of it."

He could picture the eye roll that accompanied her less than complementary comment. "Do you really want to start an argument tonight, Abigail?" He exhaled with exasperation.

She took a deep breath and sighed into his ear. "No...I don't." There was a short silence before she continued. "Can we talk about something else?" she asked with a soft pleading.

Adam ran a hand down his face, trying to decide whether or not to push the issue. In the end, the need to keep her on the phone and not risk her hanging up by being overly assertive won the war. "Sure, baby. We can talk about whatever you want."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in Cincinnati."

"Oh," she paused a moment. "How's the weather?"

"Cold." He laughed softly, shaking his head. When was the last time he had a normal, mundane conversation with a woman? His eyes widened when he realized the answer was...never. Laying down on the king sized bed, he kicked his shoes off and laid back against the pillows. "How's the weather back home?"

"It's cold here too," she giggled.

He loved the sound. "It's a pity we don't have each other to help ward off the chill," he purred into the phone, a smile easing its way across his lips.

She gasped.

"What's the matter, Abigail?" he asked huskily.

"Your voice...it...it does things to me," she breathed shakily.

Her shy admission got his attention and he jerked up. "I would be very pleased to do much more to you, Abigail, if given the opportunity."

"Oh." The word was spoken on a soft exhale of air.

The sensual sound of it making Adam harder. Laying back, he stroked the soft duvet, imagining he was stroking her fine porcelain skin.

"Where are you, Abigail?"

"I...," she swallowed hard. "I'm in bed."

He closed his eyes, picturing her laid back against his pillows. Desire coursed through his veins, hot and heavy. "I want to see you again," he said more forcefully than he intended.

"I know," she breathed. "But...I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Adam."

He moaned low in his throat at the sound of his name. "Are you attracted to me, Abigail?"

A long silence met his ears and for a moment, he thought he had pushed too far.

"Yes," she finally whispered.

"Good girl," he said, his voice coarse. "I want to take you to dinner, Abigail. But, as you are aware, that's just the beginning of what I want."

"What else do you want?" she asked. Her voice so soft, he almost didn't hear it.

"I want you. I want to make love to you. I want to make you come over and over again until you are breathless and quivering and then...I will make you come for me again." Fuck it. He was through with the tap dancing routine. It was time to lay it all out on the table.

"Why? You don't even know me."

"I know enough," he growled. "I know right now you are beautifully flushed. I can tell by the sound of your breathing that your mouth is open because you are thinking about how much you want me to kiss you." He dropped his voice. "I know your heart is racing as fast as mine. I know if I were to slide my palm under your shirt, I would find your nipples hard. And I know, if I slid my hand lower...I would find you wet for me, wouldn't I, Abigail?" he whispered.

"Oh God...yes."

He could imagine her head falling back as she moaned her answer. Her response rocked him to the core. She wanted him. The thought lit him up from the inside like someone had plugged his ass into a 220 outlet. The erotic, innocent quality of her voice pushed him over the edge, filling him with anticipation as an idea took form.

"Are you alone in the apartment?" Not that he particularly cared. It wouldn't stop him from doing what he was about to attempt if she was willing to play along.

"Yes...," she stammered. "Vivian is spending a long weekend with some friends and Jo Jo is doing the afterhours club crawl."

A smile pulled at Adam's lips. Though it didn't matter, it relieved him the only person who would hear her orgasm tonight...was him.

"Take off your panties," he commanded into the phone.

"Ww...what?"

"Do it, Abigail," he growled darkly. "I want to give you a sample of what I intend to do in person when I return home."

"I...I don't know about this." Trepidation filled her silky voice as she wavered.

"Nobody will know, baby. This is between you and me," Adam coaxed smoothly. "Let me make you feel good. For tonight, let me make you my mine." He waited a few seconds. "Take them off, Abigail...now." He dropped his voice low.

He heard rustling on the other end as he patiently waited for her to comply. Tonight was going to be all about her.

"They're off," she said unsteadily.

"Good girl." A low groan escaped his lips from the satisfaction running through him. "Do you want me, Abigail?"

"Yes..."

The word came out strangled, but the sound of it made him ache.

"Lean back and close your eyes for me, baby. I want you to listen to me and do what I say. Let the sound of my voice surround you as if I was right there beside you. Can you do that for me?"

"Y...y...yes."

"Spread your legs and put your hand on your thigh. Now, move it up and down...slowly...gently." He listened to the change in her rapid breathing. "That's me you feel, Abigail. That's me touching you. Caressing your beautiful skin."

The delicious sounds of her moans was his only response.

"God, baby. You are making me so hard."

Adam stretched out on the bed, his body shaking with need. It was supposed to be about her, but his resolve was ripped away by her rasping sounds. Unzipping his slacks, he pulled them and his boxers down enough so he could wrap his broad hand around his arousal. His cock was stiff and thick, the tip glistening with a drop of come. He swiped the sensitive tip with his thumb, rubbing it around until it was glossy and ready.

"I want to touch your breasts. I want to hold the weight of them in my hands while I suck on your nipples until you are so wet you can't stand it. Touch them for me, Abigail. Imagine my mouth is wrapped around the tip, teasing and flicking the hard nub with my tongue."

A soft sigh followed by a lenient cry of his name came through the other end. He imagined her body undulating on the bed with need.

"Are your eyes still closed, baby?"

"Yessss..."

He could hear the tension in her voice which was more of groan than an answer.

"Good. Go back to your legs and spread them wide for me. Move your hand slowly up your leg...just a tickle...like a feather. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," she whimpered softly.

"I'm right there with you, baby. Making you hot and wet...for me. Making you ready...for me." He could hear her arching on the bed. "Take one finger and slide it over your little pussy for me. Are you wet, Abigail?" he moaned out, barely above a whisper.

"I'm so wet, Adam."

The sounds of her groaned admittance caused his body to blaze. He thought about touching her and he stroked himself. Oh...fuck... he threw his head back against the pillows. It felt so good. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he continued to slowly pump his cock to the sounds of her panting.

"I want to go down on you. I want the taste of you coating my tongue."

"Oh...God," she moaned.

"Take one finger, baby and slip it in for me. Feel your wet, throbbing pussy around it. Feel how much you want me...how much I want to be inside of you." Her heavy breathing matched his. "Slid another finger in and pump it, baby. Feel it gripping your fingers like it would clutch my cock."

She gasped, her voice taking on that soft euphoric sound of a women close to the edge of orgasm. Hoarse heavy breathing intermingled with her whimpers made his own grow ragged. He groaned and flexed his hips, stroking his cock harder.

"Rub your clit with your palm while you work those fingers inside your pussy. Those are my hands...I'm kneeling right in front of you," he growled on a low hiss. "I'm pulling you towards me and putting my mouth on your sweet pussy, sucking you...hard." He could hear her high pitched keening as she did as she was told. It wouldn't be long now. "You're so close, baby. Pump hard now. I want you to come for me so I can swallow down your sweet juices. Lapping every last drop."

A guttural cry filled his ears as she orgasmed. Holy shit...he threw back his head. Clenching his teeth, his balls tightened up hard as his orgasm slammed into him with the force of a speeding bus. He roared into the phone as he came all over his hand, his belly and part of the duvet.