"One drink and I'll be on my way." Jack insisted as his car halted in front of a towering mansion. It looked as huge as his, only hers was a little taller.

"No problem." Annie smiled and whipped her head to the opening door.

    "Boss." Matt greeted with a slight bow.

His eyes flew over the car and unto the stranger's head popping up from the other side. He frowned for a second, but hid it before Annie could catch it.

   Two guards at the gate, three outside the mansion, and countless CCTV cameras at every possible angle... Jack noted.
She indeed was living like a true Don, wary of anything, and anybody.
He was sure that there were a few fierce dogs lurking in the shadows, ready for any threat.

        "This way." Annie's voice pulled him out of his calculative mind.

He nodded at her, then followed her steady steps. Without Matt seeing it, Jack's eyes did a quick summary of him as he walked past him.
    Jack knew Matt had at least two guns behind his waist, and a dagger tucked in his shoe. From his physical appearance, Jack would take at least a minute or two to disarm him. But he also knew that Matt would fight back harshly, hence the two-minute duration.

         As he walked past the doors, a sensor ticked off, and warning beeps rang out, alerting the security team of a possible threat.

   "Oh shit!" Annie cursed as she hurried back to turn off the damned thing. She had forgot about the weapon detection machine at the entrance.
And obviously a man like Jack would be walking around carrying something to defend himself given his line of work.

      "I'm so sor-"
The sounds of guns cocking from outside interrupted her.

Something cold was pressed on the back of his head. "Take it out!" Matt ordered coldly.
  
    "Stand down!" Annie cried rushing past Jack to face her security team. "He's not a threat."

Matt was hesitant, choosing to almost ignore his boss and kept the gun on Jack's head.
    Some action? Jack thought as he slowly turned around.
With Matt never wavering or retreating, the mouth of his gun now laid on Jack's forehead.

    "Matt?" Annie called glaring at him. "I said, stand. DOWN!" She echoed annoyed.

  Quick response. Jack praised noting the team in black that had assembled on the porch when the sensor alerted them. He was indeed impressed by Annie's skills to organize such a defense.

    "But Boss-" Matt protested throwing his gaze at her, "-he has a-"

Jack's right hand flew up and knocked the gun to the left while shoving his head to the right in case Matt's finger pulled the trigger accidently.
His action took Matt by surprise, and by the second he thought of defending himself, Jack grabbed his arm and yanked him forward as he himself dashed behind Matt before twisting it up his back.

     A yelp of pain escaped Matt's lips as Jack held him captive by the arm on his back in an excruciating position.

   Frowning, Jack released the male by tossing him to his fellow members.
"I'm disappointed." He remarked at Matt who was tending to his dislocated shoulder with a crossed expression.

     "Wow!" Annie muttered to herself at the little entertaining show that had just taken place in front of her.

She couldn't believe that the leader of her security team had been disarmed in less than a minute. Not forgetting the dislocated shoulder that would hurt for a few weeks.

   "Call in Dr Red." Annie ordered the guards, and quickly grabbed Jack's arm to pull him in the house.

She rushed him along the hallway till they were in the parlor, afraid he'd cause more damage to her people.

    When they were out of sight of anyone else, she let go of his arm and faced him.
With her eyes lowered to his chest, she apologized once more. "I'm terribly sorry about what just happened. It's my mistake and you can-"

   "What? Punish you?" Jack interrupted.

His words cut deep, leaving her speechless as memories of his 'punishment' replayed in her head.

   Slowly and a little scared, Annie forced her eyes to meet his. Would it sound desperate if she said yes?

  It had been five years since he spanked her. And if she was being honest with herself, she missed the pain mixed with pleasure terribly. It was a feeling that she had experienced with only Jack. One that she wouldn't mind experiencing again.

   Jack read the nasty desire crossing her eyes. He could tell clearly that she wanted it. And the thought of her all-grown version wanting to be punished sent sweet thrills all over his body. He wanted to grab her by her hair and spin her around right then and there.

But...

    "Nice house." He shifted topics instantly before he got too excited.

Her expression immediately changed as she stared at Jack who was pretending to admire the parlor around him.

   When his eyes came back on her, she held her breath.
Time seemed to slow down as they sunk in each other's eyes, each holding back their real desires to appear put together and restrained. None wanted to seem weakened by feelings. And none, wanted to rip their heart open to the other.

        Deep breaths Annie. It'll pass. You're affected only for a moment. Distract yourself. Distract yourself.
Her inner Angel reminded her.

She obeyed it, taking silent deeper breaths while stepping away from the male.

    And when she turned around, offering her back at him, Jack shut his eyes briefly, sucking in an intense breath to calm down his demons. She almost triggered him with her adorable brown eyes staring up at him so yearningly.

   "Whisky, or brandy?" Annie enquired walking towards the mini-bar at the other side of the room.

   "Whisky." Answered Jack.

He walked past the wine-red couches and up to the bar. Without any invitation, he sat on one of the three high stools.

    "So, is it a coincidence we were in the same club?"

  "It was. Unless you were stalking me."

"Hmph! You wish." Annie snorted pouring whisky in a glass. She stole a secret glance of Jack, but collided with his keen eyes. The sudden eye contact knocked the stability in her hands, leading to a little spillage of the drink.

    "Fuck!" She cursed bringing all of her concentration back on the whisky.

  Sitting the bottle down, Annie sighed disappointed in herself. After all this while, why was he still affecting her like this?
From a silly crush on her stepdad, to actually fucking him. They had done it all. So why was she feeling like she was still that teenager that got flustered whenever Jack paid extra attention on her?

      In the silence, Annie turned away from him to search for paper towels or anything to get rid of her mess...her mind scrambled.

Jack snorted rising.

   As she looked around on the shelves, the older male sneaked behind the counter, having spotted the paper towels standing still on the far end of the counter.

Annie felt a warm wall brush on her back, prompting her to turn around. Her eyes widened to Jack busy cleaning up her mess while maintaining his calm posture. He didn't seem bothered the least having to do it.
    This little action sent sharp shards of affection in her heart. They pierced through mercilessly, and she didn't fight it.

He was still the same man that had taken care of her for almost six years. The same man that knew when she would have her periods and what she loved to eat.

    Unconsciously, she wrapped her slender fingers on his left wrist, halting his movement.

Jack's head turned to the side, surprised by her out-of-the-blue grip.
      "Wanna help?"

Sense snapped back. "Huh?" She squeaked retrieving her hand. But the male grasped it fast and pulled her. In one spin, Annie found her back resting on Jack's chest, trapped between his arms.

     Oh gawd! Oh gawd!
Annie panicked as Jack placed her hand on a dry paper towel. And with her hand under his, he continued cleaning the spilled whisky.

   His warmth.
His cologne.
His embrace.

Ooh! How hard she fought not to melt in his arms. Not to let the moment end.

   She frowned upon noting the mess was about to be fully taken care of.
No!
She wanted more time in that close contact.
  
And for the sake of her yearning, she decided to create another mess.
   
    "Lemmi put this-" Annie picked up the glass of whisky, "-aside..." Splash!
She 'accidentally' spilled half of its content.
   
Faking a gasp, she jumped back, spooning her entire body on Jack.
   
    "Ow!" The male let out a low groan to Annie's sudden motion.
What had he expected to happen? He had seen the obvious plot from the moment she reached for that glass, and yet...he hadn't stopped her.

    "You damn-" He started to hiss but words died out when Annie bent forward in an attempt to reach for another paper towel.

   "I'll take care of it."
She had done all of it intentionally. From the spillage, to the sexy position she had angled herself at.

Jack gritted his teeth, looking down at Annie's back that was almost parallel to the counter.
The damned seductress had only bent over her upper half, leaving her butt glued on his groin.

     This was torture.
Pure torture.

Jack grunted internally, letting go of her left hand. Slowly and unsure, he brought his hands on her waist and pulled it up a bit, dragging her butt against his crotch.
   
Feeling his already hardening cock, Annie's jaw fell to the abyss of hell, and her eyes rolled back. It was as firm as she remembered it.

    Come on daddy. Just pound the shit out of me. I promise to give it to you-

  Concentrate Annie!
The Angel and demon sides of her started arguing.

   
His hands tightened some more, holding her butt up and against him firmly as his hungry eyes stared down at the contact. The raw hunger and craving colliding in Jack's eyes darkened his blue flame.

      Every inch of his cock wanted to drill her vagina and steal away her ability to walk for a day or two.
   What a glorious sight that would be.