Song: #1 Crush - Garbage

I just can't keep my eyes of her. I have seen so many beautiful women all around the world but there is something about her that captivates me. I want her to stay longer but I have a feeling that she is ready to get out of here. "Would you like another drink?" I hurry up and offer her in hopes that she will stay longer.

She looks back at me for a second as if she is contemplating on if she really wants another one or not. Honestly she probably really doesn't even need another one. But then she opens her sweet lips and almost in a whisper she says, "Sure."

I push a button and Candy brings it to the door. I grab the drinks from her and then shut the door back not even paying her any attention. I hand Scarlett the drink. "Now where were we?"

"So do you get that very often?" She takes a sip and point towards the door.

I assume she noticed the way that Candy had looked at me, hell she even grazed my hand while she was handing the drink to me."You have no idea."

"So girls just throw themselves at you, because you're rich and freaking hot."

I smirk, "Both but mostly because I have money." Well that and I know how to make a girl come in less than five minutes but I won't tell her that. The girls here really don't know me as well as the girls at the Master's Den, the girls there know exactly how I like it.

"Every girl wants money right?" She takes another sip and sets it down.

"Most of them do, not unless they already have it, but even then it's like they can't get enough."

 She looks away for a few seconds to admire the paintings on the wall. I wish that I knew what in the hell she is thinking about. "Uhm!"

 I'm not sure I really like where this is going so I change the subject and I ask about Atticus. "So where is your little guard dog anyway?"

"Who Atticus?" She rolls her eyes again and takes another sip of her drink.

"Yeah!" She knows who I am talking about.

"Well I told my dad that I can take perfectly good care of myself; we had a few words and so I've been going out by myself lately." She shrugs her shoulders.

I can't help but smirk, "Really you think he let you go out all by yourself?"

Her eyes dart back at me and her nose starts to wrinkle up. "Yeah he trusts me, why do you know something?" She gets up and walks over to the window and starts searching, looking to see if he actually sent him out anyway. She is just hoping to find him somewhere in the crowd.

I laugh inside my own head as I watch her. I stand up and walk over behind her. I want to touch her but instead I stand to the side but close enough to smell her sweet scent. I search the crowd as well and don't see him either. "No, I'm just saying if you were mine I wouldn't let you out of my sight."

"But I'm not yours." She turns back around to pick up the glass and takes the last sip before placing the glass on the bar. "Thanks for the drink." She starts to head towards the door.

Uhm....what the hell...she can't be leaving. "You're leaving why?"

"Because you seem like all the other guys."

Is that how she fucking sees me...like all the others? "What like Matt?" I set my glass down beside hers and walk over towards her. "I'm nothing like that asshole."

She holds up her hand between us, letting it rest on my chest. "So you don't want to just get into my panties." She glances up and I see her eyes sparkle up at me.

My god she licks her lips and if she does that one more time I'm not sure that I can control myself around her. Well yes; why else would you be up here. "Well no....well not right now," I growl.

She starts to tap my chest with her hand. "See...that's your goal to find a way in there. I'm not looking for a quick fuck. I want more than that."

"Really a girl like you; you can't tell me you don't want the same thing. I mean don't get me wrong but you just don't seem the type that wants a relationship." I pick up a strand of her hair and let it slide between my fingers. It takes everything within me not to bring it closer to my nose and take a long sniff so that I will never forget the way she smells.

"Well maybe you don't know me after all." She heads to the door and I just know if she goes I might not get another chance with her.

I cup her hand with mine. "Don't go," I whisper from behind her.

"Are you keeping me hostage? I could literally hurt you," she hisses.

"Do you know who you're talking to; you know what I do for a living," I whisper in a lower growl in her ear.

"Yeah and you know what I do, your point?" She is starting to sound really pissed off like she is about ready to snap my neck into. Hell she just might be able to kick my ass and a part of me just might like it. I have seen her fight but seriously she couldn't actually kill someone...no way in hell.

"You just clean after people like me that leave shit behind."

"Believe what you want; I'm sure I could take you down," she says as her cheeks start to turn a nice shade of pink.

"You probably could, I saw you in the alley. You took Matt down in no time. So where is he anyway; no one has seen or heard from him."

The look she gives me is priceless. "I don't know, why are you asking me that is twice that you mentioned his name. Is he your friend or something?"

I reach up and touch right underneath her jaw. "Not really however I think you do know, but don't worry I won't say anything."

"I'm not worried because I don't know where he is." She jerks her head back along with her hand away from mine forcing me to let go of her. "Like I said are you going to keep me trapped up in here; is this the way you treat your women?"

She thinks that I would just keep her here against her will. She thinks I am just like all the other fucking guys out there. Maybe I will let her try to kick my ass. Maybe that is what she needs to do to let me in. "No I have a better idea, let's go to the gym."

She looks back at me confused but I love that look, those eyes of hers makes me want her so bad. "Why?"

"So you can kick my ass," I smirk and open the door for her. "There is one right around the block."

She looks down at the dress she is wearing and her heals that could probably do some damange is she really wanted to use them as a weapon. "I'm not really dressed to kick your ass."

"Whatever....what you got on is fine." I grin ear to ear and wink at her.  "I won't tell anyone if I see your panties." Even though I can't help to wonder what color they are...I wonder if they match the purple dress. Then something tells me that just maybe she doesn't even have any on. I so can't wait to find out. 

She reaches over and slaps me on my upper arm. "Ha-ha!"