I Don't Take Orders

"I'm taking sleeping pills when I'm stressed and anxious, unsure if i'll ever fall asleep. Like when someone pulls me into a bathroom stall for... reasons," she glanced at the front seat, faltered, then continued, "or suddenly knows my name or has me followed by the police. For the record, I never expected to be entertaining company last night after going to bed in my own house!" Her voice rose on a crescendo that Pavarotti would be proud of as she stared directly into his eyes. They were blue-grey, she noticed, and very pleasant to look at.

The low growl emanating from his chest was definitely not a laugh this time. "No more pills. They aren't good for you," he stated with finality, "and please call me Kyle."

Rosette stared into those gorgeous eyes, "I'll take whatever I damn well please. I don't know you. I don't know why I'm here with you, and if I'm correct, this is the first actual conversation I've had with you. I won't stand to have you bossing me around. You don't even know me..."

She would have finished with 'asshole' if her mouth wasn't suddenly crushed under his. Those warm lips moving against hers, his tongue sliding along the seam of her mouth requesting entry. She would have kept her mouth closed, but his hand was suddenly grasping the inside of her thigh, and she gasped. He slipped his tongue in between her lips, and she was helpless to stop him. His other hand moved to the back of her neck, holding her securely in place.

The hand on her thigh moved up her stomach to her covered breasts and started to massage them gently through the fabric. He slowly brushed the underside, rubbing his thumb firmly over the nipple. She wanted to fight him, she really did, but everywhere he touched her, she felt like she was on fire.

She arched into his hand and grabbed his shoulders to hold him close. As he started plucking at one nipple, then the other, she moaned into his mouth. This seemed to spur him on, moving his hand back down to the inside of her now slightly spread legs. She couldn't believe she was responding to him.

She felt him responding too, a thick bulge growing ever so quickly against the outside of her hip. She wanted to reach down and stroke him. It took every ounce of decency she still had not to. She focused instead on the parts of him she felt comfortable touching. She rubbed her hands over his chest and shoulders, brushing over his rock-hard nipples, earning her a deep growl from his chest.

His mouth tasted wonderful, the scent of red wine wasn't there, but he tasted heady and extremely male. She moved her tongue inside his decadent mouth as her fingers ran along his jawline. She felt his tongue pushing against hers in a wordless play to dominate the kiss. She retreated and let him explore her freely. When he withdrew from her mouth, she nipped at his lower lip with her teeth, drawing out a faint groan.

His hand on her thigh had started to stroke the inseam of her pants. She wiggled against him, absorbing as much of his touch as she could. He broke the kiss to whisper against her mouth, "I prefer skirts; next time, wear one for me."

Both her hands were grasping at his shoulders, making hitting him in the chest easy. She pulled away and screeched at him, "What is wrong with you? I don't take orders! I don't know you! I don't wear skirts!"

She felt flushed, angry, and very excited. If she had ever been with a guy that had ignited this in her, she couldn't remember. He made her furious and needy all at the same time. His grin was only slightly evil as he inclined his head to the side, "We are at The Club. Would you like to go inside?"

He nodded slightly to the front seat, and the two men exited the vehicle. She had totally forgotten about them. Oh gods, how embarrassing to be making out like a teenager in the back seat in front of two of his employees. She was mortified and flushed even redder than before.

The driver took a slip from the valet and opened their door himself, standing to the side as she slid off Kyle's lap onto the pavement. Kyle quickly followed her, and she felt his large fingers winding with hers.

Nobody outside seemed to pay her any attention. They were all staring with rapt attention at her companion. Two valets were already opening the door to the restaurant for him and acknowledging him with almost imperceptible bowing of the head.

She was glad to step into the restaurant; she's not well-suited for the cold, and her sweater provided only minimal protection. She shivered slightly and felt Kyle's hand leave hers to slip an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. He was warm, so despite her reservations, she just stayed where she was comfortable.

They were escorted to the back of the restaurant to a secluded circular booth. She assumed his companions would be joining them, but he was the only other person to slide into the booth with her.

"For the record, the first time I saw you, you were wearing a skirt," he said, smiling at her. His eyes were dancing with some internal fire, making his grin look a little wicked.

"It's the only skirt I own; I take it you didn't go through my closet then," she questioned him scathingly.

His hearty laugh resounded in the confined space.

"I was much more interested in what I had laid in the bed. When I found you, you were draped in a most uncomfortable position over your couch, talking quite fluidly to a chair. Once you were in the bed, if it hadn't been for the occasional breathing, you would have looked dead. I know you are angry with me, but what you took really isn't good for you."

His voice turned only slightly pleading as his hands came up around hers on the table. He gently stroked at her folded hands until he had taken one in each of his. Despite the fact she should be creeped out by this entire experience, he seemed so genuine. Something about him made her want to believe him. She still surprised herself a little when she conceded to him.

"Fine, no more pills, Kyle, but not because of what you want."

He continued to rub her hands and smiled victoriously at her.

Their conversation was interrupted by a server demurely arriving at the table. She took their drink orders and then walked quickly away, faintly bowing her head to Kyle as she left.

She had to ask, "Who are you, and what's with all the bowing? Why the sudden interest in me? How do you know me?"

He sighed and put the back of his head against the booth. "Let me answer the simplest question first. I am Kyle Luther, and they bow because I am their leader. In our community, that is an appropriate sign of respect."

He held up his hand to stop her next barrage of questions, then interlaced their fingers again.

"I know who you are because I have very observant staff who can find out information quickly when asked. My community is large and well-connected, as I'm sure you are finding out. My interest in you may be more difficult to explain, but I assure you it is a good thing. I want nothing but the best for you and will work very hard to see you get it." He smiled at his last statement, continuing to move their fingers against each other.

She would have had more to say, but the server came back with their drinks to take their order. She quickly chose something, and the server quietly slipped away.

The rest of the meal was bizarrely relaxing. The man who apparently spent the night in her bedroom was perfectly happy to talk with her about the most mundane things. They discussed her small family and his large family.