"Excuse me, may I have this dance?" Christian had been watching the group and especially Heather. He'd first noticed her a few weeks back at another club. She'd grabbed his attention, but seeing that he was supposed to be having a good time at a cousin's bachelor party, he couldn't politely leave and introduce himself. There had been other opportunities which had fallen short for one reason or another. This time she wouldn't get away.

"Two?" Heather was so caught up in her indignation that she didn't notice the object of their conversation had left his table and come over to them until Dawn squealed wildly and was abruptly shut up by her boyfriend, who found a very different use for her mouth in a hurry. Snorting with laughter, Heather looked up as she heard an unfamiliar voice, a lopsided smile touching her lips in surprise. "Uh ..." At a loss for a moment, she fell back on humor. "You asking me, or the whole table? 'Cos that's a whole lot of crush on the dance floor"

Ryan leaned against Flynn a bit, trying to keep out of the conversation between his sister and Christian. The man had changed in appearance in that he seemed to be a tiny bit taller and his shoulders seemed to be much more brawny. Still, there was a sleekness to him that screamed predator.

Christian gave her an impassive look, except for a tiny flick of a smile in the corner of his mouth. Watch that smart mouth, Miss G. I might have to punish it. Canting his head just slightly, he nodded once to her joke. "My apologies. My invitation extends just to you, for now." Lifting his hand from his side, he held it out for her to take, or not. The option was up to her. It will always be up to her. f*ck! Is she wearing Louboutins?

The predatory side of the tiny smirk on Chris' face made Heather's playful smirk make itself known as blue eyes looked him over, definitely appreciating what she was seeing. Slightly lacking in a sense of humor, but hey, he's gorgeous. Untangling one leg from the other with a gentle nudge of her elbow into Ryan's ribs, she set her hand into Christian's with a smile. "Well, I'll take you up on that invitation," she assured him, using his strength to pull herself onto her feet. "If you think you can keep up."

Ryan watched the by-play and then as his sister got up to go dance. He was nudged, and then lightly tapped by somebody's toe under the table. All eyes were on him, the silent question was in the air, you going to follow? Ryan smiled at his friends and shook his head. His gaze went back to his sister and Christian, who were already nearing the dance floor No, Heather would be alright. She could hold her own. Still, if need be, he was there and so were their friends.

"Most kind of you, Miss Garabedian," he muttered as he took her hand and helped her to her feet. With a swift motion, he exchanged one hand for another under hers, leaving his arm free to gently press the one hand to the small of her back as the got near the dance floor It was a possessive move, but subtle. Once there, he lifted her hand above her head to spin her once before pulling her to his chest. She looked lovely, and her spirit lifted his own in a soothing way. "Well, hello there," and that's when he relaxed just a hair and allowed a smile.

Heather had to admit, she was a little surprised by the possessive move. It usually took guys a couple of dates to start staking their claim in public, showing off that she was with them, but apparently Christian Moretz had confidence enough in spades to get right to it. Spun under his arm, she laughed, the sound cut off gently as he pulled her close. Her gaze flickered over his face, so close and so tempting, her lips parting in a smile to answer his. "Hello yourself. Do you often stalk girls from city to city?"

"Only the pretty ones," he answered a little flatly. Chit chat and social pleasantries weren't his strong suit. He could do it with the best of them, but he preferred the quiet of his apartment over the incessant chattering of sorority socialites. He could move, having learned from the endless hours of tutoring that had been on top of the private education his parents paid for. His hands were on her hips now, splayed wide to help guide her movements. His dark eyes were gazing down at her. Even with her smart mouth, there was sultry sexiness about her that had his c*ck twitching in his pants. f*ck! What am I, 14 again? Get it together, control, Christian. Control. And even through the introspective monologue, he kept his expression light. "I must say you look absolutely edible tonight."

Unsurprised to find him more than a little taciturn, thanks to Ryan's warnings, Heather kept her mouth firmly shut on the tease that wanted to rise up and ask him how many pretty girls and how far he'd followed some of them. She found it a little too easy to imagine him tracking down a girl he liked across continents. He had a dark watchfulness about him that was incredibly sexy, sending her mind wandering off to interesting daydreams about lips, hands, and ... other parts ... until he spoke again. "Edible, huh? So I guess it isn't rude of me to mention that I'd kinda like to treat you like my own manly Popsicle." And to add to her tease, she curled her tongue and winked wickedly at him, grinning at her own joke.

And if his c*ck had twitched before, her playful tease had it jumping through hoops, now. "Careful, Miss Garabedian," he smiled and inserted his knee between hers as they turned on the dance floor "I just might take you up on that oh so tasteful offer." Cool it down, you're losing it! Tearing his eyes away from her to gaze over her shoulder into nothingness, he grounds his hips into hers. The friction was exquisite and images of her in various states of undress pattered through his twisted little mind.

She wasn't an innocent to be embarrassed by a little flirting, however physical it might have become. Despite knowing her brother was probably watching every last move with those interferingly protective eyes of his, she couldn't resist joining in with that tease on her own terms. Her hands slid down to his chest, sweetly trusting, as her hips ground with his, her thigh slipping between his as her body rolled counter to his. "I have a name, you know," she breathed against his ear. "Kinda curious to know how f*ckable you'd sound saying it."

Ryan was still at the booth, having a quiet conversation with Flynn now that the rest of the party was out on the dance floor And quiet conversation meant soft touches, feather light kisses and a lot of snuggling, but not many words being spoken.? He kept a weathered eye out for his sister. She seemed to be enjoying herself, Ryan hadn't seen her smile leave her face. All was well in Ryan-land.

He knew that she had a name, it was easy enough to come by. A certain look, a pretense at being interested in gossip and he had the information he'd needed for a level two background check. With all of this information swimming in his head, it was easy to play. "Oh, and what is that name? Diana? Aphrodite, perhaps?" He was teasing and the directness of his gaze softened just slightly as he looked into her lovely face.

She pouted, knowing full well he was teasing her and enjoying it immensely. "And that would make you Eros, I suppose?" she teased back, a little surprised by the softer side of his expression as he looked down at her. "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me, Mr Moretz," she added impishly, the next roll of her hips rubbing more than just her pelvis to his as her hands crept up to curl behind his neck.

Eros. Christian raised his brows and shifted slightly to edge his thigh up against her. Good thing he was wearing black because she was already sopping wet. "Then I would be seducing my mother, if you follow the mythology, Miss Garabedian." He was teasing her again, but God did she feel good! "I think you were going for Cupid, minus the silly hearts and flowers," he sneered.

His sneer made her roll her eyes. "Eros and Cupid are the same deity," she pointed out, a little annoyed that she had to show her intelligence to make a point in the first place. "Greek and Roman, of course. But Cupid's a sop for the Romans. Eros governs desire." She moaned softly as his thigh pressed into her, biting her lip as she drew him down, brushing her lips against his ear. "Lust."

Intelligent and beautiful. Oh, what am I going to do with you? He had enough of talking. Lowering his head, he dusted the crest of her ear with his lips and whispered. "Let's get out of here, before we become indecent." Her body was so responsive to his, and vice versa. There was a very strong temptation to take her on the dance floor and f*ck anybody who might try to stop him. But Christian was a master of control. Even so, when he pulled apart from her, his body protested and he shuddered slightly. "Come."

He wasn't the only one who had difficulty untangling himself, a soft gasp describing the shock of cooler air against her skin as he drew away. "You wanna get indecent somewhere else, Mr Moretz?" Heather swallowed the moan that wanted to make itself known, her eyes sparkling with teasing desire as she stepped back from him. "I just gotta get my bag. And, you know, make sure Ryan knows you're not taking me away to rape and murder me."

His control was firmly back into place as he nodded a single time to her question. Her answer was in his eyes really, as they smouldered when he looked at her. "Go," he breathed out and then suddenly turned away from her. He walked to his own table, there was nobody there to report to. Lifting his jacket, he carefully placed it over his arm and then turned around to find her again. Ryan was recognized as one of the many that had attempted to bed him in his college years. The thought brought a brief smirk to his face as he joined Heather once again.

Smirking, Heather made her way back to her table, tweaking Ryan's ear with a grin to get his attention away from Flynn, who was absolutely beside himself with delight at having Ryan's attention in the first place. "Hey, smoochikins," his sister chuckled, bending to pick up her clutch from the seat beside him. "I'm just, yanno, gonna have a coupla hours, maybe a night, of wild passion with Mr Sex over there."

Alright, so the soft touches and kisses had led Flynn to be in Ryan's lap for a full bump and grind make out session. It was only when Heather tugged at his ear that Ryan finally came up for air and looked up at her with just a tiny touch of irritation at being interrupted. The look passed as quickly as it came. "You sure you're going to be alright?" Flynn had been caught and a little embarrassed, hiding his face into Ryan's shoulder. Ryan didn't seem to notice or care as he looked up at his sister with an unabashed grin.

Christian approached from behind and gently lay his hands upon her shoulder. He was watching the scene unfold with little to no interest. In fact, he looked downright bored. A squeeze to her shoulders to let her know that he was in a bit of a hurry.

"I'll be fine," she laughed, tweaking his nose fondly. "I can handle one sexy dude, you know. Had a bit of a practice." She winked at him, turning her smile onto Flynn as she felt hands on her shoulders, her skin flushing with obvious desire at the possessive grasp. "Try not to break each other, okay? I'll see you tomorrow, Ry."? Clutch in hand, she looked up at Christian. "Said goodbye to your empty chair?"

Ryan's smile faded just a hair as he looked up at the now present Christian. Take care of my sister, asshole. To which Christian chuckled, She's a big girl and it's up to her, douche bag. She'll be safe, either way. This silent agreement was enough and Ryan nodded his acceptance. "Don't rip his d*ck off, if you don't have to," he teased his sister and then leaned back, his hand on Flynn's back.

With the pissing match over and Heather on his arm, he turned to steer her towards the door. "Yes, it'll be lonely without me, but has promised to remain loyal." It was an attempt at a joke, and a poorly done one at that. Ah well, so I'm not the funniest of guys. A ticket is flipped to one of the doormen and as they step outside, they're greeted with the brand new Bentley Continental that the valet pulled up in. He was tossed the keys and her door was held open for her.

Rolling her eyes, Heather took Christian's arm. She'd never quite understood why Ryan felt the need to threaten, even in silence, nor why the men he usually did threaten felt the need to respond in kind. "Oh ... okay, that's one hell of a car," she chuckled as he held the door for her, her smile wide and amused. "How far are we goin'?"

There was pride in his eyes as he helped her to step into the vehicle, "Oh, not far," he nodded, then closed the door behind her. He quickly made his way around the vehicle to slide into it and reached to buckle his seat belt. "Buckle up, it might get a little bumpy." He looked like a kid in the candy store, behind the wheel. He delighted in driving, pushing the cars he owned to the limits.

"Nothing," he murmured, pressing her close to himself as he lead her to the elevator. Another code was punched in and he gave a slight wave to the CCTV camera before loading them both into the duly shining box that transported them to the penthouse level. Once inside he relaxed a little bit and lowered his lips to the top of her head. He paused there, inhaling her fragrance deeply. She smelled of shampoo and sex. It was heavenly.


She'd thought she'd had her lustful craving under control before he pulled her close, feeling her body heat from the inside out from the wrap of his arm about her waist, and the warmth of his admittedly hard body against hers. Inside the elevator, she felt a gentle shudder ripple down her back as he breathed her in, astonished to find how wanted she felt in that moment. Her body turned toward his, her eyes half-closed as she breathed him in, scenting the musk of his skin beneath his cologne. "God, you smell good," she murmured without thinking, the tip of her nose brushing against his throat.


"Mmmhmm," he responded and then pulled away slightly as the doors open to the foyer. It was a large room with dark hardwood floors that were protected by Persian rugs. The walls were painted white with just a hint of mint green. There were tasteful paintings on the walls, but nothing that looked cluttered. A table stood in the middle of the foyer, a large lead crystal bowl held a colorful arrangement of hydrangeas and ferns with baby's breath. Past the foyer was the great room. It's color scheme was warm with its creams and beige. The semi-circular sofa and matching chairs were of natural leather with richly colored throw pillows of maroon and burgundy. A violin sat on a stand in the corner of the room and there were staircases leading both up to the second floor and down to a sub-floor where the servants quarters were housed. "Come," he nearly commanded. He turned and walked into the foyer, then the great room beyond. He knew that she'd follow,? even if it were just to assuage her curiosity.


His agreement that yes, he smelled good, made her laugh softly as the doors opened to show off his apartment. She was from a pretty affluent background herself, so the luxury in itself didn't surprise her, but the furnishings and richness made her smile turn more than a little curious as he drew her into his town home. She moved with him as he walked away, a faint smirk on her lips. "You planning on teaching me "sit" and "stay", too?"


"I might," he smirked. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back." And with that, he left her in the great room. When he returned, he had a very small stack of papers. Sitting down at one end of the couch, he placed them onto the coffee table with a pen. The movements came naturally to him, as if he'd done this very same thing a hundred times over. And, perhaps, he had. "We both get a copy, and one goes to my lawyers," he explained, holding the pen out to her.


Heather smirked as he moved away, wondering whether she really did have the guts to sign an NDA just for a one night stand. Setting her clutch down on the arm of the couch, she set herself down there, feeling just a little nervousness making itself known. What the hell am I doing? Looking up at him as he offered her the pen, she bit her lip. "Do you mind if I read it over first?" she asked, reaching for one copy of the NDA to let her eyes travel over the printed page.


Stop biting that lip! I want to! "I'd be seriously disappointed if you didn't." He smiled then and sat back, his arms resting on the back and arm of the couch. A servant approached and he ordered a raspberry spritzer for the both of them. Once the servant was gone, he turned his attention back to Heather.


For all that she seemed to come across as a bit of an air-headed ditz, Heather knew enough to know what she was reading. It was a standard non-disclosure agreement, and though it made her wonder what it was she wouldn't be disclosing, it piqued her interest too far to be set aside. "One addendum," she said, looking over at him. "I won't disclose anything to anyone, unless your health or mine is endangered."


"Fair enough," he responded with a wave of his hand. Just hurry up and sign it! He couldn't wait to get his hands all over her. Things didn't usually progress in this way, in his controlled little world. But there was something about Heather Garabedian that he couldn't deny. The first thing he wanted to do was silence her smart little mouth and he knew quite a few ways to achieve that little goal.


"In a hurry, Mr Moretz?" she asked sweetly, taking her time to add that addendum to each of the three copies before beginning to sign. Three times, the pen moved smoothly over the paper, signing her name Heather Giana Garabedian. Pushing the copies over to Christian, she offered him the pen once again. "Your turn."


"Of course I am," he snorted and took the pen from her. And just like that, three swipes of the pen, and he's finished. He picks up one copy, folds it neatly and hands it to her. The others are stashed into his coat pocket. Time for the fun to begin! No sooner are the papers put away that their drinks were delivered. Not that it mattered, though. Christian scoot closer to her and curled his arm around her shoulders. "You don't know how happy you've just made me," he smiles before lowering his head to deliver a fiery kiss to her tender lips.


She didn't even have time to fold her copy and put it in her clutch before he was on her, smothering her startled gasp in the kiss he'd been promising to deliver since he'd whisked her out onto the dance floor a little over an hour ago. Her surprise made itself known in a quiet squeak as she melted against him, her hand rising to delve her fingers into his hair as her lips parted beneath his, teasing something deeper from his mouth as she breathed him in.


Oh, but the kiss was divine! And just that tiny taste reduced his control to nearly nil. He had to pull away, get a breath before she consumed him completely. Breathlessly, he did pull away and ran his hand through his dark hair. "Not in here," he panted and reached for her hand. The spritzers were forgotten, everything was forgotten in this frenzy of lust and pheromones. The bedroom was the only place where the CCTV cameras were on but not monitored, and that's where he'd take her. "As good as that dress looks on you, it would look much better on the floor."


God, he's even better than I thought he would be. It shouldn't have been a shock, but his kiss was enough to leave her breathless, aching for more, the feeling of imminent, urgent desire spiking deep inside her as he pulled away, her soft moan obviously a protest at his retreat. "I ... oh God, yes," she heard herself laugh as her hand slipped into his once again, drawn up onto her feet. Close enough to grip his jacket and pull him into a second kiss, hungry for more despite his habit of handing out orders and expecting them to be obeyed.


f*ck! I'm never going to make it to the bedroom if she keeps this up! He wrapped his arms around her to support her. The kiss was frantic and turning him on to no end. His pants were straining to keep his c*ck from popping out. Lifting her, he managed to make it to the stairs and then up one level. Several times he had to pause, pushing her against the wall to give in to the heated electricity that snapped and popped around them. f*ck it! He groaned, not able to take it any longer. Going to his knees on the stairs, he released her lips from his own and slunk down her body. The material was slinky enough to show off her every curve. Christian was determined to taste every single valley and peak.

(So much thanks to the awesomeness that is Heather's player! <3)