His eyebrows shot up. "Oh really? I thought I was special."
She laughed. "Relax, I'm kidding. This weekend sounds perfect. Don't disappoint me, or I might have to start looking for those other men." "Challenge accepted," he grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. "I'll make sure it's a night you won't forget." "Alright, alright. I'll agree to this date of yours," she said playfully, with a hint of genuine interest. "But it better be good. I'm not easily impressed, you know." "Oh, I'm not worried. In fact, I'm sure you'll be begging for a second date before the night is over." "We'll see about that after the first date. No need to get ahead of ourselves." She glanced at her watch, then back at Jackson. "I should probably get your contact info. Got a business card?" His face fell slightly. "Ah, damn. I didn't bring any with me. I left them all in my other pants, the ones without champagne stains." "How about your phone then? I can just enter my numbeNatalia blinked a few times as if coming out of a daze. "Well," she said, her voice husky. "That was... unexpected." "Good unexpected or bad unexpected?" "Hmm, not bad. For a guy who just woke up with morning breath." He grinned, his ego suitably stroked. "Not bad, huh? I'll take that as a compliment." "Don't let it go to your head," she retorted, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. His hands still resting on her hips, he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "We could always continue where we left off last night. I'm sure your clients wouldn't mind waiting a little longer." She laughed, gently extricating herself from his grasp. "Nice try. But I'm afraid that ship has sailed... for now." She smoothed down her dress, which had ridden up during their impromptu make-out session. "You'll just have to wait until after our first date. Consider it motivation to make it spectacular." "Tease," he pouted, flopping back dramatically onto the bed. "Oh, p
Natalia closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the empty hallway. She took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of Jackson's cologne that clung to her skin. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she remembered their passionate night together. She took a few steps down the hall, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Suddenly, she paused, glancing back at the door. A part of her itched to turn around, burst into the room, and jump Jackson's bones for one last romp before work. Her hand twitched, reaching for the doorknob. "No, no, no," she muttered, shaking her head. "You've got work to do." With a sigh of regret, she forced herself to keep walking. Still, she couldn't help but imagine what might have happened if Jackson had chased after her. She pictured him flinging open the door, his hair adorably mussed, eyes dark with desire as he pulled her into a searing kiss. She shook her head, trying to clear the tantalizing image from her mind. Then, a
Jackson's sleek car purred through the city streets, its glossy black exterior reflecting the neon lights of downtown. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard: 7:55 PM. Perfect timing. He pulled up to the valet stand. The valet's eyes widened at the sight of Jackson's car, probably wondering if he should ask for a tip or an autograph. "Easy on the clutch, kid," Jackson said, tossing the keys. "She bites." The valet nodded, a mix of awe and nervousness on his face as he slid into the driver's seat. Jackson straightened his tie and strode into the restaurant, the scent of money and power hanging thick in the air. The maître d' approached, all smiles and obsequiousness. "Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?" "Jackson. Table for two." Recognition flashed in the man's eyes. "Ah, yes. Right this way, Mr. Jackson." He followed the maître d' through a sea of white tablecloths and crystal glasses. The restaurant hummed with the low murmur of important conversations and the cli
Jackson watched as Gabriella cut into her steak, the knife gliding effortlessly through the tender meat. She brought a small piece to her lips, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. A soft moan of appreciation escaped her, sending a jolt of electricity through Jackson's body. "Divine," she murmured, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "You should try yours before it gets cold." He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had become. "Right, of course." He cut into his steak and noticed Gabriella's eyes followed his movements. Her gaze lingered on his hands, then trailed up his arms to his broad shoulders. "You know," he teased softly, "if you keep looking at me like that, I might start to think you have ulterior motives." "Maybe I do. You might find out if you play your cards right." He chuckled, cutting another piece of steak. "Well, I'm always up for a game."They stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night air
Gabriella turned and began walking towards a sleek black sports car parked nearby. Jackson followed, admiring how her dress clung to her curves with every step. The valet handed Gabriella the keys without a word, clearly used to her commanding presence. He slipped into the passenger seat, the leather interior cool against his skin. She slid behind the wheel, her movements fluid and graceful. She started the engine with a roar, and they sped off into the night. He stole glances at Gabriella as they drove through the city. The way her hands gripped the steering wheel with confidence, the determined set of her jaw – everything about her exuded power and control. "So," he said after a few moments of silence, "how does someone like you end up in this line of work?" She laughed softly. "That's a long story. Let's just say I enjoy living on the edge." "I can see that," he replied, smirking. "And you do it very well." They approached a tall, modern building wit
When they reached the bottom, Gabriella led him through another hallway. The air was cooler here, almost sterile, like a vault. They walked past several nondescript doors before stopping in front of one that looked more reinforced than the others. She pressed her thumb against a biometric scanner next to the door. With a soft beep, the door unlocked and slid open with a hiss. As they stepped inside, motion-sensor lights flickered on, illuminating the room. His jaw dropped. The room was massive, with walls lined from floor to ceiling with every weapon imaginable. Rifles, shotguns, pistols, and knives were displayed meticulously on racks and shelves. Even more exotic weapons—crossbows, katanas, and grenades—were placed as if they were pieces in an art gallery. "Holy...," Jackson began but trailed off, unable to find the right words. Gabriella chuckled softly behind him. "Impressive, isn't it?" "Impressive doesn't even begin to cover it," he replied, still taki
Jackson flinched, his eyes squeezing shut. But instead of searing pain, he felt... nothing. He cracked one eye open to see Gabriella doubled over in laughter, the gun hanging loosely at her side. "You should see your face!" She gasped between fits of giggles. "Oh my god, it's priceless!" Realization dawned on him. "It... it wasn't loaded?" His laughter subsided to a chuckle as she shook her head. "No, you big baby. It's just a blank." He let out a long, shaky breath, his heart still pounding. "Jesus Christ, I thought I was dead!" "Oh please," she scoffed, tossing the gun onto a nearby table with a casual flick of her wrist. "If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead. I don't miss." He ran a hand through his hair, his cocky demeanor momentarily shaken. "Well, that's... comforting, I guess?" She sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Aw, did I scare the big, bad businessman?" She reached up, straightening his tie with nimble fingers. "I tho
Jackson captured her lips again, the kiss fierce and demanding, as his fingers continued their exploration between her thighs. She whimpered into his mouth, her body arching into him. The heat radiating off her skin made him feel like he was on fire. He deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling as his fingers moved purposefully. Jackson's other hand found the straps of her dress, sliding them off her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist, revealing her ample breasts encased in a lacy bra. With practiced ease, he unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. He broke the kiss just long enough to take in the sight of her naked breasts. "Damn, Gabriella," he murmured appreciatively. Her nipples were already hard, begging for his touch. He didn't make them wait. His hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently before rolling her nipples between his fingers. She gasped, her head falling back against the wall. "Oh fuck, that feels good." "You like