I dreaded the moment I finally pulled up in front of the Shields mansion. This time, the gates opened for my old car and I drove in. There were already many cars parked, one fancier than the other. I considered just dropping everything and driving back home. And then what?

I felt like a lamb heading for slaughter. I sighed. I know one can never be a hundred percent prepared for anything. And every time I remembered Blake's face when he told me he'd have some surprises for me, a shiver ran down my spine. Well, I had a few surprises of my own. I looked inside my bag, checking that I still had the flash drive. It was time I found out a few of his secrets.

I just had to be careful and pray that luck was on my side once more.

A friendly housekeeper opened the main entrance door for me.

"They are all by the pool," she explained. I thanked her and followed her inside. She let me out through the back door into the garden. Loud music played and there were already lots of people everywhere.

"Look who is finally here," Frank shouted as soon as he caught sight of me. Liam was right beside him and he greeted me with a friendly smile.

Shoot.

Now, all eyes were on me. Be the Alpha, I told myself and took a deep breath.

In the crowd, I found the face I dreaded seeing the most. Blake was sitting in a chair by the pool, with some pretty brunette by his side, whom I had seen at school before. He eyed me up and down as I approached, and then told something to the girl. She laughed and gave me a very condescending look.

I couldn't help but look down on myself to see if anything was amiss. I wore a summer dress with elbow-long sleeves, that stopped short of my knees. I know the dress suited me. Simple sandals covered my feet.

I looked back at Blake, who had only his beach shorts on. He looked calm and relaxed. This was his home, I was on his territory now.

I knew he was waiting for me to come to him. I thought of stalling but everyone was looking from him to me. There was no point in dragging it out even further. So I stepped closer.

"So you came to earn your stay, ponytail" Blake said, stating the obvious. I made a sour face. He knew I hated him calling me that. If I protest, he'd just do it anyway so I chose not to comment.

"What now?" I said calmly, trying to keep any anger out of my voice.

"Now, you entertain us," he replied pleased with himself. I heard a few laughs.

He whispered something to the girl beside him. She stood up gracefully like a cat. I noticed that she wore a bikini that left nothing to the imagination. We all watched her walk up to one of the garden chairs and then returned with a box. She handed it to me and sat down beside Blake again. I didn't like the smile she gave me.

I looked at the box without comprehending.

"Go on. Open it," Blake said. Slowly, I peeled off the lid, half expecting to find a dead rat inside or something even worse. A bomb perhaps?

Instead, there was a neatly folded servant's uniform. Of the kinky type.

A million curse words shot through my mind. But I bit my tongue and instead gave Blake a murderous look, which only seemed to amuse him further.

"I knew you'd like it," he said, giving me his best smile. "Wear it or leave. It's up to you."

I had to suppress the desire to punch him into his perfect nose and feel the bone crack. Everyone seemed to half expect me to run away crying. A part of me wanted to. But then the stubborn part of me, that never gave up, took over.

"If I ever leave, it would be because I chose that, not because some rich piece of shit told me to." I heard boos but I didn't care. My comments wiped out the smile on Blake's face and his eyes began to glitter dangerously.

I dropped my bag on the ground and pulled up my dress. Underneath it, I wore my best bikini. It was nothing like what the girl beside him wore. It was red, which created a nice contrast with my ivory skin. My body filled out more over the summer in all the right places. I knew I looked great in it.

So, I decided that if I were to wear a stupid servant dress, I wanted them all to know what was underneath it. I heard a few guys whistle. Blake's mouth flew open and this time his eyes began to shimmer strangely.

I stuffed my summer dress into my bag and slid the servant's dress over my body. It fit me perfectly. By making me wear it, he wanted to humiliate me. I had a choice to make. I could feel miserable about it. Or I could raise my head high and do the damn thing. I chose the later.

"What now?" I asked Blake.

"The bar is over there," he replied pointing at a Hawaiian-themed hut in the middle of the garden. I looked from him to the bar and then back again. I guess this was it. I pushed my hair to the back and eyed the crowd.

"Who wants a drink?" I asked.

Giving Blake another cold look, I went straight to the bar. I am sure this was not how Blake and his friends had envisioned it. Well, too bad. I knew they had more in store for me and the sun was just setting. It would be a long night. Who was I kidding?

"I must say, you keep impressing me," said Liam coming over. "I think half the guys here wouldn't mind going home with you tonight. You look just wow!"

I looked down at my dress. I guess I did look "wow". And just hearing those words from Liam made this stupid outfit worth it. He was shirtless and like almost all the other guys around just in his beach shorts. His hair was wet, and there were still drops of water on his skin. He must have gotten out of the pool shortly before I arrived.

He looked like a Greek god to me and I felt myself blush.

"What can I get you?" I asked to fill the silence between us. "The choices are a Cuba Libre or a Margarita. That's all I can do."

"That's not much of a choice," he said cringing.

"You can do better?" I asked giving him a side glance.

"Sure. Let me show you." He came over to my side of the bar, pulled a few juices out of the fridge, and placed them on the counter.

"Wanna tell me where a rich kid learned to do that?"

"Well, my mother taught me. When she was young, she worked in a cocktail bar. Now, she throws the best cocktail parties in town."

"You don't say," I said with a smile, but then my eyes caught sight of Blake. He was talking to someone by the pool. Our eyes crossed. I send him a wave of hate, hoping it would hit his ripped abdomen and push him into the water.

It didn't happen, of course.

I focused all my attention on Liam instead and decided to ignore Blake as much as I could. Liam in the meantime began mixing a few drinks and entertaining me with stories about his mother and his favourite cocktails.

Damn her. That servant dress was supposed to humiliate her, not make guys droll over her. Liam wasn't losing any time either. And I think he must be right - she was into him. I could see it by the way she blushed around him, the way she nervously played with her ponytail, the side looks she gave him. He was flirting with her and she was flirting back.

It was very different from the way she looked at me. If I ever caught her eyes on me, it was a look that could have frozen the ocean.

It was a new feeling to me. Women usually had nothing but coy smiles for me. They adored me, hang on my lips, and threw themselves at me.

But not this one. In the short time I'd known her, she threw a book at me, crumbled papers, a pair of stilettos, barged into my house, cornered me in a public restroom and called me all kinds of names.

And still, I couldn't peel my eyes off of her.

"I missed you, baby," I heard the girl I was with today whisper into my ears. He name was Becky and she approached me from behind and put her arms around my waist. We had something going on for a few weeks now. She somehow thought that if she calls me "baby" often and long enough, we'd finally become official. I have made myself clear to her about my intentions several times. If she hoped for more, it was her problem. Having said that, sex with her was great and she always came over when I called her. "How about we lose the crowd for half an hour?" She suggested, placing herself now in front of me. Her lips were already on my neck and before I could say anything, her mouth was already on mine.

Through the corner of my eye, I could see that my new nemesis watched us. She pretended to be puking. Damn her! In response, I pulled Becky in even closer and kissed her back real hard. I then pulled Becky after me into the pool house.

I had fun with Liam. He taught me how to make a few cocktails and I was beginning to even have a good time.

But there were still things I needed to do. As soon as I saw Blake and the bikini-girl disappear into the beach house, I knew this was my chance. With a bit of luck, the girl would keep him busy for a while.

I told Liam I needed to go to the ladies and made my way to the house. Unnoticed, I walked up the staircase to the second floor. Rest was easy. Blake's room was unlocked and I tiptoed inside. All I needed were just a few minutes alone with his laptop and to get my stuff from his bathroom.

His room looked the same as the first time I was there. To my relief, knowing that I'd be back, Blake didn't think of hiding his laptop. And it was on. I moved my finger along the mousepad and the screen lit up. It wasn't even password protected. Bingo!

I frantically worked on the keyboard for a few minutes to get the download started. Next, I hurried to the bathroom and got my ninja costume out. To my relief, It was still there.

Five minutes. Only five more minutes and I'm done.

"What are you doing here?" I heard a voice say behind me and I almost had a heart attack.

"Damn it," I mumbled more to myself. What was he doing here?

I quickly pulled out the flash drive and turned around. Blake stood in the doorway and he caught me red-handed. There was no point in denying it. I was screwed.

"Give me the flash drive," he said in a commanding voice. He was looking really pissed at me now. His jugular vein was pulsing.

"Come and get it!" I challenged him.

"You don't wanna play games like this with me." He was slowly beginning to move in my direction.

"You put me in this stupid dress. Maybe now it is my time to play games," I replied, stalling for time.

"Don't provoke me!"

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Give it to me." I could see that he was barely containing himself and he was getting dangerously close to me. I considered my chances. The door behind him was open. With a bit of luck, I could sneak past him.

He dove for me, but all he caught was the servant's dress. It cracked and ripped. Pieces of it fell to the ground. Well, at least I don't have to wear that stupid dress anymore. But I was now standing in the middle of Blake's room in nothing else but my red bikini.

His eyes scanned me up and down. Something about the way he looked at me, left me flashed. There was so much tension between us. We were both angry.

"I swear I'll break your nose," I warned him.

"Give me the flash drive." And then he attacked.

I threw a blow at him, but to my surprise, he was quicker than me.

He pushed me onto his bed and pinned me down with his body. It didn't take him too long to open my fist and remove the flash drive. He squeezed it between his fingers until it cracked and fell into pieces. The deed done, he didn't make a move to release me though.

"Get off of me, you brute," I told him hitting him on the chest with my now free hand. "You are suffocating me."

He shifted his weight off of me and I finally could breathe again.

His face was now only a few inches from mine. He let his gaze slide further down. And when he looked up again, he was very amused by something.

I followed his gaze and looked down at myself.

"Oh gosh," I exclaimed and my face flushed red. My bikini bra had moved and I could see half of my right nipple. And so could he! I was practically naked with a guy on top of me. And not just some guy. This guy!

His eyes darkened and I swear I heard him swallow.

"Let me go!" I said gruffly, feeling utterly embarrassed.

He finally released me. I sat up and quickly adjusted my bra. I avoided looking at him, still too upset. I didn't want to wait for him to make fun of me. So I quickly got off the bed, picked up my things, and practically ran out of the room with what dignity I had left.

Damn him!

But at least I had the flash drive. Blake never noticed that I had a second one with me.

The party was still in full swing when I returned. I earned a raised brow from Liam when he noticed I was no longer wearing the servant's dress.

"It didn't match the color of my eyes," I said with a shrug.

"You were gone for a while. Is everything all right?"

"Couldn't be better," I replied, keen to change the topic.

Just then Blake walked out of the house as well and headed straight for me.

Oh no, what now? I considered making a run for it.

He just walked up to me and in the next moment, he threw me over the shoulder as if I didn't weigh much.

"Put me down!" I screamed, hitting his back with both my firsts. I heard laughter and whistles.

"I think you need to cool off," he told me.

"I'll kill you if you do it!" I shouted back, meaning every word. But he ignored me. Only when he reached the edge of the pool, did he put me down. Still too shaken, I would have fallen into the water right then and there. But he caught and steadied me, making me face the water.

"If I ever catch you in my room again, you will not walk out of there a virgin," he said in a low voice so only I could hear. It sounded like a promise and a warning. And something about the way he said it, made me believe every word.

I looked up at him and our eyes met. We just stared at each other for a moment. With his face being this close to mine, I noticed that he had long lashes. I suddenly understood what all those girls found in him.

But I didn't have much time to dwell on it. Then in the next moment, he pushed me into the water.

Good thing I didn't have any more condoms left in the beach house and had run up to the room to get some. Otherwise, I'd missed out on her going through my things. I had expected something like this to happen. She did it once, she'd do it again.

What I didn't count on is the way my body would react when I had her pinned under my body, with her having nothing on but that sexy bikini of hers.

And then the sight of her full breast and the nipple. I'd seen many nipples in my life. But there was something about hers. I couldn't get that out of my mind anymore. Her flashed face in the shower. The angry look she gave me when she caught me staring at her breast when she wore that green dress. Then just now, things had heated up between us after the fight, and then me landing on top of her, her warm body pinned under mine. The embarrassment all over her face when she'd noticed that the bra had moved.

There was something sweet about it. Seeing her this vulnerable, on my bed. Under me. In that moment, a deep desire to kiss her came over me.

Good thing she had the sense to run.