I scuttle down the stairs and back along the bridge to Robyn and Leigh who are still surrounded by a small crowd of good-looking guys. Although to be fair, my barometer of good looking has been cranked up a notch or two and really they look just average to me.

"God Alex, where the hell have you been!?" Robyn shouts over the music at me.

"Sorry, I got a bit lost." I explain. I'm still lost. Where the hell am I?

"Well the surprise superstar DJ is on soon and we were thinking we should go down to the dance-floor to try and get a good spot. What do you think?" She says.

I wonder what's wrong with our current spot, surely it's called VIP for a reason? I don't have much power to resist though because I'm far too hot and I can still smell him and feel his hands and mouth on me and my brain is all soft.

"Sure, let's go down," I shrug. I'm sure a dance and a shot or 5 will clear my head of him.

Once we reach the dance-floor I'm not so sure it's such a great idea. It's heaving and the sheer number of people make hard to dance or move or breathe. We squeeze our way to the bar, the guys from our neighbouring VIP booth following behind us which doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Leigh and Rob somehow always manage to attract male attention wherever they go so we end up resembling the pied piper of Hamlin on nights out. Having men trail after us with hopeful looks on their faces isn't really an unusual occurrence.

The stage is on a raised dais behind the bar and is currently holding two Dj's with their hands in the air fist pumping their own set. The guys order us all a glass of champagne and a shot of 'mercury' - so called presumably because its liquid and silver, how imaginative. Of course I should know better than to knock back circumspect looking fad drinks just for the sole purpose of getting drunk, but my mind is fuzzed and my nerves are frayed and because apparently I'm clearly not in my best form of judgment tonight I accept the drink from one of the smiling hopeful looking guys.

"So your friend says you're a doctor?" one of the guys shouts into my ear. He's the best looking one I decide. Dark almost black hair, tall, and with a sweet smile - the sort of guy I would normally find attractive. Normally. Right now he looks bland and boring and so I just nod and smile politely at him.

"Yes. What about you?" I ask, feigning interest. I wonder if Jake can see us from his office.

"Engineer. The civil kind," he smiles, showing me his perfect white teeth. No sharp ones. Just straight and even and white - though probably a little big if I had to nitpick. Big teeth? Seriously Alex?

He knocks back the shot and shakes his head in disgust at the taste. "Yup, that was pretty vile," he says into my ear. I smile and offer him my shot but he shakes his head emphatically.

"Please? I'm supposed to be the sensible one." I plead.

"No way. You have to suffer it too!" He laughs.

"What a gentleman. Fine," I say before knocking the shot back in one horrendous gulp. I slam the glass back down on the bar with the same disgusted looking face as he did. The stuff is vile. It's warm and thick and it crawls its way down my throat. How they come up with these concoctions is a mystery. It has liver cirrhosis written all over it. Well at least I can say I've tried it - research purposes at the very least.

"Want to dance?" he asks nodding behind me toward the dance floor. I think about Jake watching me dance with this guy and for some reason it makes me feel odd.

"Um not right now, but thank you," I give him a warm smile as I shake my head, hoping I've not offended him. Guys don't tend to take rejection well. Thankfully, he only shrugs and smiles back at me. He also doesn't immediately vacate my vicinity, which means either he's hoping I'll dance with him later, or he doesn't take the hint easily.

Next to me, Rob is chatting emphatically to a clearly enthralled blonde guy who looks like the cat who got the cream. How disappointed he'll be. Not only is Rob only utterly gorgeous but she's also completely taken, which makes her the most desired kind of woman. Leigh looks enamored with a shorter fair haired guy who's using a lot of hand movements and making her laugh.

I'm hyperaware that the window of Jakes office is directly above where we are now, and it takes all of my resolve not to turn and look up at it. Though it doesn't stop me wondering if he's watching. I'm almost sure he isn't. He said it was a "pretty big night" for him. I'm sure he has a million and one other things to take care of. Young, pretty bar staff for example. Great, so now I'm jealous of a 21 year old barmaid called Gemma.

"I'm Matt by the way." My prospective dance partner shouts into my ear. He's smiling again and it is a pretty smile. Big and pretty.

"Alex. Hi," I shout back. It's so loud here, but the music is good and presumably because the mercury has started to do its job, I realize that I do in fact want to dance with him. It'll take my mind of things. Matt's bigger mouth will hopefully help to distract me from the memory of the other mouth, upstairs and what it said and did. "Actually Matt, let's dance." I nod, moving in front of him and pulling him behind me into the crowd.

He follows close behind, holding my hand and we manage to find a space on the floor next to one of the huge brick columns that are holding up the mezzanine level, and we start to dance.

The music is loud and heavy but with a melodic trance-like sound that makes you want to move. As we move he gets closer so that he's pressed up against me, close enough that I can smell his aftershave - which is very sweet and overpowering. I can also smell his maleness but his scent isn't affecting as Jake's. Seriously? His scent? What is my deal with scenting men tonight? Am I an animal?

Matt follows my lead and dances in time with me, placing his hands on my waist to bring me close to him into large strong arms. He's taller than Jake is and probably a bit wider too but definitely not as warm. Or as anything. Okay I really need to stop thinking about Jake Lawrence. I should think about Matt. I try. I smile and try and conjure an image of him making love to me, but the picture doesn't form. Not as easily as it did with one of Jake. And there it was again - the image of Jake making love to me. Hard and fast and growling as he does it.

With my eyes closed I sway against Matt, the music beating away at my body, the image of Jake making love to me shaping itself behind my eyes. I feel Matt lean into me and whisper into my ear, his breath hot and thick against my neck. "You're definitely the hottest girl I've seen here tonight Alex," he says, his voice low and trying hard to be flirtatious. I groan inwardly.  The dreaded clichéd come on. I hate this; the attempt to chat you up with lines they think you want to hear. Firstly, I'm not hot. I don't think hot is a word that could be used to describe me. Hot is for glamour models, or Rob. I'm pretty, attractive, elegant maybe, but not hot.

Opening my eyes, I pull back and look up at him and he smiles what I presume is his knee trembling smile. He must use that all the time on girls and I'll bet it rarely fails him. I smile back, not really knowing what else to do or say. I'm already regretting asking him to dance because essentially I've encouraged the come on.

Matt misreads my smile and suddenly he's far too close and his mouth is on my neck again and my back is pressed against the stone pillar. I don't want him to kiss me. Matt's mouth on me does not feel right. Unlike Jakes it doesn't feel vital and necessary. It feels awkward and sleazy and I don't want it. Matt was a momentary distraction, one that I'm now regretting.

I push him back a little but he doesn't shift and then just as I start to really panic, I feel his entire weight disappear from my body. When I look around I see Matt being dragged back by a large man in a dark suit who looks like security. The security guard isn't looking at me though he's looking past me, behind me. As I follow his eyes and turn my head I see what he's staring at. Jake.

He's staring at me with a dark look on his face, his mouth in a hard line, nostrils flared a little. Glowering would be a more apt description of his expression probably. His eyes hold mine for a moment before he looks at Matt and flicks his head towards the back of the club.

When I turn back around I see Matt being pushed away from me through the crowd by the large security guard, and following the security guy is Jake's creep friend from the surgery. I turn back around and give Jake a look of confusion but he doesn't move and his expression doesn't change. He still looks angry but he also looks as though he might come towards me, and maybe kiss me again. God I want him to kiss me again. But for some reason I'm worried for Matt and feel somehow responsible for his well-being.

I turn away from Jake's glare and begin to squeeze my way through the crowd in the direction of where they took Matt, pushing and shoving my way through sticky oblivious dancers. When I reach the back, Matt is being shoved through a heavy metal door at the back of the dance floor behind a sound booth, and so I speed up and slip through it before it closes and into a brick corridor filled with kegs and boxes and a cold damp smell.

Matt is being pushed and eyeballed by Jakes friend further down the corridor and is doing his best to put up a fight but without much success. When Matt spots me he gives me a confused somewhat accusatory look, like I'm to blame for his predicament. Am I?

"What's going on here? We weren't doing anything," I shout, trying for my reasonable professional voice. I walk toward the two men who have now stopped moving and are looking at me, staring them down. The creep gives me a strange smile but doesn't respond before his eyes flick over my shoulder and I turn to see Jake closing the door behind him.

"You want him outside Jay?" the creep asks. What? I cant let them throw Matt out for no reason. He doesn't deserve that and I'll stay right here until we sort it out. Jake says nothing for a moment and just continues to stare at me. Not Matt, not the creep talking to him or the other guy manhandling Matt, but me. He looks angry and that look only intensifies when he finally does turn his stare on Matt.

"Did you come with him?" Jake asks.  I don't realize immediately that he's talking to me, but then he looks at me and raises his eyebrows. "Are you and him together?" He asks, mouth set in a hard angry line. Oh, he thinks Matt and I are together? I don't want him to think that. Does he think I would have allowed what happened upstairs happen if I'd come with Matt?

I shake my head. "No. I just met him,"

Jakes face softens a fraction and then he goes toward Matt, brushing past me all coiled strength and sexual arrogance. Yes, it's definitely thing.

"Come on mate. What's this all about? This is crap." Matt asks. He sounds indignant but the panic's definitely there, just below the surface.

Despite being a few inches shorter, Jakes demeanor makes him look the more powerful of the two men. He holds himself in a completely different way from any other man I've ever seen. He holds himself like he's trying to contain something destructive from getting out. Reigned in.  He looks dangerous. He looks exactly like my sensible head pointed out the first moment I set eyes on him, but all my girly parts chose to ignore. Matt seems to come to the same conclusion because he takes a step back and swallows, his expensive holiday tan fading before my eyes.

"First off, I am not your fucking mate," Jake growls. His voice is an unwholesome mixture of calm and malice and it makes me feel edgy. Matt looks at me, as though sending out a visual SOS. I wonder whether to step in. "Hey, hey, you don't look at her, yeah," Jake growls, "You hear me? Eyes back here pretty boy."

Matt looks back at Jake for a moment and then looks down at his feet. I actually think it's ironic that Jake just called Matt pretty boy, because compared to Jake, Matt looks like Quasimodo.

"I'm just here with my friends having a good time." Matt mutters quietly.

"Yeah, I fucking bet you were," Jake snaps.

"This is ridiculous Jake, what is this all about?" I say, moving towards him. He turns around to face me, his eyes harsh and cold again, his mouth still totally distracting. Do not think about the kiss. Do not look at his mouth. Look away from the mouth.

"What this is Alex, is that this prick was trying to mount you on my fucking dance floor," he flares.

I jerk back as though I've just been slapped. Mount me? Now I feel indignant and defensive. He was hardly trying to mount me. He was flirting; letching maybe, but there was no mounting. Absolutely none. And anyway, even if there was, which there wasn't, I'm pretty sure people do a lot worse than that in the dark corners of nightclubs. I stare at Jake open mouthed as he studies my face, every inch of it it seems, for an eternity. No one speaks in the cold corridor.

"What, she's your girlfriend? Oh fuck I'm sorry, I had no idea mate," Matt says, breaking the silence.

Jake and I speak together:

"I'm not his girlfriend."

"I am not your fucking mate."

Something flickers behind Jakes eyes and he licks his lips in that slow deliberate way, as though he deliberately wants me to think about kissing him. His face softens and he nods once, smiling a little at me. It's miniscule but it changes the whole look of his face. He really is exceptionally good-looking, which is unfair because here he is accusing me of being mounted in public and I can't be annoyed about it because I'm too busy swooning over his good looks and sexual arrogance.

Finally he turns away from me to address Matt again, his look more relaxed this time, less murderous.

"Well it looks like it's your lucky night," Jake tells him.  "There happens to be someone here I'm trying to show my nice side to. Also, I don't really fancy getting your blood on my shirt. So take this is a warning, I don't want to see you back here for a while - if again. Your friends can stay but I want you the fuck out of here right now, yeah?" Jakes relays conversationally.

I can't believe he sounds so reasonable considering what he's actually saying. For a second Matt looks like he might say something back, maybe try and argue the point, but he doesn't. Instead he just nods once and shakes his head.

"Smart move mate," Jake says. "Kev, get him the fuck out of here." The creep, who immediately starts yanking Matt down the corridor away from us.

"No," I blurt. My voice is loud and clear and echoes down the corridor. Jakes head whips round to me and the two guys stop moving too.

"No? No what?" He looks irritated again but I don't care. This is some sort of miscarriage of justice and for some reason I feel the need to stand up to it. To him. I straighten my spine.

"You can't throw him out for absolutely no reason Jake. It's ridiculous." I use my professional voice again and Kev the creep looks amused. Matt begins to shift on his feet looking annoyed at me, which I think is ungrateful to say the least.

Jake takes a step toward me, close so that I can feel his heat again, and smell his smell again. He's still not close enough though. "See that's where you're wrong, Alex," he says gently.  "Cause I can do whatever the fuck I want in here. And I think we both know it wasn't for no reason." He darkens.

"Oh, that's right. It was for trying to mount me," I nod.  "Well I was also part of that little episode so maybe you want to throw me out too?" I raise my eyebrows at him baiting him.

Jake smiles in response. Or smirks. Bloody hell he really is sexy when he smirks. Damn him.

"Well... from where I was standing, you didn't really seem to be enjoying it. So for that reason, I'm not throwing you out." His voice is quiet.

Okay, with this he has a point. I wasn't enjoying it. In fact I distinctly remember wishing to be rescued at the very moment he came along and rescued me.

"I still think it's an over reaction," I state. "I mean I'm sure there are far worse things going on out there than two people getting a little amorous." I look over at Matt and immediately feel the wind leaving my sails. He's now pleading with his eyes for me to be quiet - ingrate.

Jake stares at me, mind ticking over, before finally letting out a large sigh. Running his hand across the back of his neck, he turns and strides purposefully toward Matt, stopping to lean down to whisper something in his ear. Something that I can't hear from my spot ten feet away and with the bass still thundering through the brick wall on the other side of the corridor. As Jake speaks Matt's eyes close and he nods and then opens them again and looks at me.

"Listen Alex, it's fine. I've had too much to drink anyway. I should probably go. But you stay with your friends please. I'm really sorry if I offended you, really sorry. If you could just mention to my mates that I've gone home, that'd be great." He says. It's sounds robotic. Like he's reading from a script.

Jake turns to me with an innocent look on his face "Happy now? He wants to leave,"

Since I have no idea what just happened there, and since I don't really fancy following Matt out into the street for some bizarre show of solidarity, I say nothing. Jake motions to Kev once more who is still staring at me with that strange look on his face and then he nods at Jake and begins pulling Matt off down the corridor away from us, followed by the third large security guard.

Once again, I'm intrigued by the strange dynamic of Jake and Kev's relationship. If Jake is giving the orders, then Kev is carrying them out, and enjoying it too by the looks of it. They turn a corner at the end and then he and I are alone and this freezing hole in the wall begins to heat up. When I turn my eyes to him he's leaning back against the wall across from me, his hands in his pockets staring at me hard through narrowed green/blue eyes.

I clear my throat, feeling weighed down by his stare "Well that was all a bit unnecessary don't you think? Not the best PR for your opening night." I huff.

He doesn't respond right away and for something to do, and to take my eyes off him, I fiddle with a strand of my hair and skim my hand down over my dress. He leans up off the wall and walks toward me, coming too far into my personal space. To stop him, I put my hands up on his chest, as though I'm going to stop him coming any closer, but I don't stop him. His chest feels hard and warm under my hands and I feel it rise and fall quickly with his breaths.

"Do I look like I give a fuck about my PR?" he asks, his voice is low. It occurs to me that it might be similar to how he sounds if he spoke during sex, and my face flushes with heat. No, I suppose he doesn't look like he cares about his PR. Perhaps he's just not business minded.

"Well it was still unnecessary." I say.

He inclines his head, and his stare intensifies. I can't tell if he's annoyed, or turned on or both. Either way it looks utterly gorgeous on him. Either way it raises my body temperature.

"I disagree. It was totally necessary. And totally your own fucking fault." He says. He swears a lot. That's two fucks in a very short space of time. Wait a minute - my fault?

"Excuse me? How was that MY fault? Exactly?"

"You flirted with him and then took him to the dance floor because you wanted me to see you with him," His eyes are narrow and dark again.

"See what? We were dancing." I state, trembling slightly. He's outrageous. Like I was thinking about Jake when I took Matt to the dance floor. Oh wait... I was.

"He had his fucking hands all over you Alex," He growls.

"We. Were. Dancing." I repeat, indignant. Though he's right. Matt did have his hands all over me. Hands that I wished were his instead of Matt's. It's not the point though. The point is that Jake has no right to decide who can and can't have their hands all over me.

"So that's how you dance with guys you've just met?" He asks. "You're lucky he left unharmed to be honest,"

"Seriously?" My voice high and incredulous. "So its a hanging offence to touch me? What on earth has it got to do with you if some guy had his hands all over me? I have literally just met you. These may be your premises, but I am not your property, Jake," I say firmly. His jaw clenches and then releases a few times as he glowers down at me.

"Maybe not, but I thought I was doing you a favour to be honest. I watched for a bit before stepping in, it didn't look like you were enjoying it. Not like you were enjoying it with me, for example," he smirks. Sexy smirking bugger. The memory of his hands pulling me into his erection as his wet hot mouth explored mine makes my thighs tingle and my stomach clench tightly.

"You don't know anything about me. Or what I enjoy," I lie. I look away from his hot stare. He apparently does and I hate that he has a point. I hate that he knows I enjoyed it with him. Know it all bugger.

"Ok. So were you going to take him home and fuck him then Alex? Did I mess up your plan? Was that all foreplay out there? Was pretty boy Matt onto a sure thing??" He snaps.

My mouth drops open and I narrow my eyes on him and go to move away. He stops me by putting one leg between mine and his hand on my waist, pressing me back against the wall. His other hand comes up to rest on the wall above my head as he leans in closer.

"Oh we're not done here Doctor," He says in that low voice with a shake of his head. I wonder then if I should be scared. Dangerous (sexy) stranger pushes drunk woman against a wall in corridor of a noisy nightclub. It certainly could be a government-sponsored video about the dangers of drinking and getting separated from your friends whilst out partying. Yet for some reason I'm not afraid. Perhaps because the alcohol has dumbed my fear receptors? The irony of that isn't lost on me.

God I could get lost in his eyes - green pools of heat that seem to burrow straight into my core, warming and softening it. They also seem to be warning me not to defy him, and so I decide not to. Instead, I settle back against the wall, under him and give him my most submissive smile and look him straight in the eye.

"Okay. Let me know when we're done then," I tell him.

He smiles and it's that wickedly sexy sharp-toothed smile which makes me think illicit thoughts. It makes me think he's thinking illicit thoughts too.

"Answer my question." He says.

"You answer mine first," I say. His brow quirks and he leans up slightly.

"What was your question?" he asks.

"What has it to do with you if a guys hands are all over me? Coming to my rescue were you? The damsel in distress I am not Jake," I laugh but he doesn't. His face is serious.

"Oh and I'm no knight in shining armour Alex. Trust me on that," He says without a sliver of irony. When I don't respond he sighs again. "I just didn't like seeing his hands on you okay, or his mouth on you. It made me fucking furious to be honest," He sounds angry and confused. But his voice and his words have caused my face to flush and my heart rate to kick up a gear.

When I speak again my voice sounds breathless, "Well that's still a little unreasonable. Like I said, I'm not your property,"

He meets my eye with dark serious ones of his own "Well I'm an unreasonable sort of person Alex," his expression softens. "But as for you not being my property.... well, everyone should have a life goal," He smirks.

His eyes dip to my mouth, his tongue darting out again to skim over his bottom lip. Yes, he's definitely doing that on purpose to make me think about how much I want his tongue on my bottom lip, or anywhere on me. He leans forward and I think about closing my eyes, so that I can enjoy his mouth without any other distraction when he kisses me. But to my dismay, when his mouth is an inch or so from mine he stops moving.

"Now answer my question. Then I'll kiss you again," He says quietly. I almost growl with frustration. He thinks I want him to kiss me again? He knows I do. He knows far too much. What was his question again? Oh I remember.

"Was I going to take Matt home and sleep with him? Maybe. I hadn't decided yet." I shrug. I'm lying. I would never have taken Matt home, not in a million years. I didn't even want his mouth on me. But I want to see what Jake's reaction is to what I've said. I notice his jaw do a sort of clenching thing again and his nostrils flare, but then he leans in a bit further past my mouth to brush the side of my neck with his delectable lips. When he touches the sensitive spot below my earlobe I practically have to bite my tongue to stop from moaning aloud. Every nerve of my body is focused on that tiny point and I have to place my palms flat on the cold brick wall at my back for stability.

"Well if you had," he whispers. "I'm willing to bet everything I have that you would have been wishing it was me the entire time," He inhales deeply at my neck, breathing me in. "As he fucked you, you'd have closed your eyes and thought about me." When he brings his head back up he looks arrogant and smug and so bloody sexy. I close my open mouth. Oh how I want to wipe the smirk from his mouth. Preferably with my mouth.

"Your arrogance is truly astounding do you know that?" I shake my head and look at the wall behind him, the beer kegs on the floor, anywhere but at that arrogant mouth.

He sighs, and even that sounds arrogant, "Again not a no Alex," He says. "So like I said upstairs, I want to see you again."

Again I try and think of all the reasons why it's a bad idea. I can't think though because his mouth is wet and I can see his tongue and the heat of him radiating into my body is making it hard to stay upright.

"No." I manage to say. Finally.

To my surprise, he smiles. "People don't tend to say no to me you know,"

"Really? Well I do like to be unique," I retort. My heart is thundering so loud in my ears and even I don't understand what I'm doing saying no. Except that it seems like the sensible thing to do and I'm a sensible girl.

"Well in this you are Doctor," He nods, still smiling. "Why don't you want to see me again?"

"Like I said upstairs, it's not a good idea." It's not. Because he makes me far too weak, and too hot, and I like maintaining a normal body temperature.

"Ok. Well how about I remind you of why it's a good idea?" he says looking at my mouth. He's going to kiss me again. To remind me. I can't think of anything I've ever wanted reminded of more in my life.

A small sound escapes my mouth, something between a moan and a plea but he still doesn't move his mouth to mine. He just stares at it as I stand there willing him to kiss me and remind me. A minute passes, maybe an hour, and when he still doesn't move I take the initiative, impatient and needy, leaning forward to plant my lips on his. I'm sure that just before our mouths touch he smirks again but the thought goes out of my head as soon as his taste floods into my mouth.

I slide my hands up his chest and behind his neck into his hair, pulling his head down onto mine brazenly. He moans as I do this and the sound does something to my insides, making them thrum and vibrate.

My god he tastes divine. Like danger and sex and heat. He's also male and intoxicating and I think I could probably kiss him forever. Who needs to breathe anyway? Or eat. I'm in no rush to pull away this time. It's good here - I want to stay. His mouth milks my own, his tongue sensually lapping at mine and the sound and feel of him breathing little short breaths against my face is arousing beyond belief.

From somewhere far far away I hear the sound of a throat clearing but Jake continues his assault on my mouth, or is it my assault on his? I'm not sure. I've utterly lost track.

"Jay," a voice says.

Slowly, reluctantly, Jake extracts himself from my mouth, staring into my eyes and placing a last lick of his tongue on my upper lip as he does. I look away first to find the voice and see creepy Kev looking between Jake and I. The look on his face is leering and it makes me feel exposed and spied on. I don't like the fact that he saw us together or the way he's looking at us, at me. In fact I don't like him whatsoever.

"What?" Jake grunts, sounding irritated.

"Our friend is on his way home but you're needed upstairs mate," Kev says. Jake mutters a curse, which I think is about being needed upstairs rather than being called mate again. Kev the creep is apparently one of those allowed to call him mate.

"Fine. Give me two minutes," He says and Kev nods before heading off back down the way he came. As Kev's footsteps die away Jake brings his hand up and traces his fingers over my collarbone, moving my hair back behind my shoulder to expose my neck.

Jakes face softens again, "So... Still think it's a bad idea to see me again?" He says with a boyish smile. How does he do that? Sexy and arrogant one moment and adorable boyishness the next. In any case, I do in fact still think it's a bad idea to see him again. He has heartbreak written all over him. He's clearly a player. He's not my type and I can't date someone like him. He probably doesn't date anyway. He probably has sex, a lot, and probably not with the same girl twice either. So since I don't plan on being a conquest to him, I can't see him again. Definitely not. God, I want to see him again. I want to do more than just see him. I know if I was at home, out of his reach then I'd feel more confident that seeing him again is a terrible idea. But I'm not at home, I'm here and he's looking at me like a hungry animal looks at meat, and that in itself should be enough of a warning. I shake my head but he grabs my chin gently and forces me to meet his eyes.

"You know, I knew getting you wasn't going to be easy," He strokes his thumb over my bottom lip. "So if you want me to chase you Doctor then I'm prepared to do that. First time for everything I suppose," he shrugs. "Might even be fun." He knew 'getting me' wouldn't be easy? He wants to chase me? What happens when he catches me?

"I.... really have to get back." My voice is quiet, uncertain, not saying no.

"To your friends, yeah I know. It's cool - I think we're done here. For tonight anyway," He takes a step back and adjusts himself, fixing his collar and running a hand through his perfect hair. He needn't have bothered adjusting anything though because he still looks immaculate. Sexy, immaculate, and not my type. When I glance down and see a definite bulge to his crotch area I feel like purring. I start to walk away from him, back toward the door into the club.

"Alex," He says and I turn back. "Just so you know - when I want something, I get it," He states. "And incase it wasn't already clear, you're something I want," He studies me for a long moment before smiling a smile that almost makes me orgasm on the spot. I say nothing because I honestly have no words. He wants me. The knowledge does something to me. It's almost too much knowledge. I feel warm and weightless and very very drunk, but it's not from the alcohol.

I hold his eyes as I pull open the door and the heavy bass floods washes over me, drowning all of my senses which are not currently controlled by him. When Jake turns on his heel and strides off down the corridor with all the grace of a tiger, I notice that he has an amazing backside. Of course he does. Every bloody inch of him is perfection.

He's still not my type though.