Chapter One: Patron; Simply Perfect

"Hey how you doin' little mama?

Let me whisper in your ear.

Tell you something that you

Might like to hear."
YingYang Twins - The Whisper Song

The Urgent Kiss

My lips suddenly felt the urgent need to be pressed against hers once again as we exited the club into the sticky Miami heat. Pressing her up against a nearby brick wall, I palmed her face once more, my lips hungrily searching for hers. Her moans filled my mouth in a sudden rush, my dick hardening after every pant.

"I don't know you, but I need to feel you," she murmured against my lips

 

 

Ocean Drive

Surprisingly, I couldn't help but feel slightly giddy as we walked through the crowds of people and the brightly lit neon signed buildings.

The Club

"Thanks for the shot," I laughed over my shoulder to the man I had left at the bar. "Now onto better things," I nearly murmured to myself as I felt Jake fold me into his arms, our bodies pressing together and grinding in beat to the music.

Plain Jane

I gulped and looked down at my clothes. I suddenly felt very foolish and very under dressed wearing just a simple shirt and jeans.

That Guy

He turned slowly, facing me, his green eyes settling onto mine. My breath hitched in my throat. He was gorgeous. Eyeing him across the bar hadn't given me the pleasure of seeing the painfully perfect features of his face, the soft glow of high lights in his hair, and the toned stature of his body. The suit he was wearing was fashionable in the least, looked rather expensive and seemed to be professionally pressed. His eyes fell from mine, his gaze spreading across my body from my shoulders down the very tips of my toes. The slightest smirk spread across his face and he let out a faint chuckle.

The Car

I sighed in defeat, digging through my back pocket, producing a single solitary key. Dangling it out before him momentarily, I quickly snatched it out of his grasp as he tried to reach for it. "Not a fucking scratch. Are we clear?"

Hushed Limo Driver

Turning to the driver, I noticed he wouldn't meet my gaze, he was staring over the top of the limo into what seemed to be space. I had met him numerous times before, he was a personal driver of Emmett's. He had even escorted Tanya and I away from the church on our wedding day. He knew who I was, he knew about Tanya, he knew of my marriage.

Digging through my pocket I produced a few large bills. Tucking them into the safety of his jacket pocket, I smirked. "This stays between us. Agreed?" I looked at him sternly, forcing him to meet my stare.

"Ye..yes sir,'' he stammered.

"Perfect," I smiled at him, turning to climb into the seat next to my girl.