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Daemon
cocked an eyebrow at me and I realized what I had just said.  He moved to
stand to my side and reached up to trace his finger along my jaw.  As good
as that felt, I pulled my head away to appear disinterested.  He smiled
and those dimples of his popped out causing me to melt a little.  I
decided to play along even more.  I leaned up to whisper into Daemon’s
ear. “Tell me something.  What do you mean by ‘if I was
your
girl’?”

Daemon
flashed me a seductive grin and I realized I had stumbled into dangerous
territory.  Daemon looked over to where Alex was standing and after
deciding that he was otherwise preoccupied, reached out and took my hand. 
He started pulling me towards the same back storage area from the other
night.  I hesitated to follow him at first but then remembered my
mission.  Deciding that getting him alone might help me get the
information I wanted, I got up and followed behind him.

When we
reached the back room, Daemon opened the door and motioned for me to walk
through.  I walked straight to the other end of the room, taking the
position that I had the other night.  Daemon closed the door and locked it
and then blocked it when he continued standing in front of it.

I spoke
first.  “Well, here we are…in a locked room…together.  Feels
familiar, although, I’m not a raging lunatic tonight so there’s really no need
for the lock and barricade.”

He let
out a low chuckle and my knees started giving out beneath me. 
What is
up with this guy and how is he doing this to me?

Daemon
looked amazing as usual.  He had on a dark blue t-shirt that brought out
the crystal blue of his eyes and his dark jeans hung off his hips, yet still
perfectly hugged his bottom.  His hair was stylishly messy and he had his
usual five o’clock shadow peppered along his jaw. I imagined what that stubble
would feel like scraping across my skin and had to stop the mental imagery
before I lost it. He was slowly stalking towards me when he finally responded.
“Yes, it does feel familiar.  However, I never know what you are going to
do next, so the lock is just added security.”  He stopped when he was a
few feet in front of me.  “Why are you here, Damsel?”

I
flinched at his use of that word but I played it off and acted like a professional. 
I cleared my throat. “I’m here for the same reason everyone is I guess; music,
alcohol, dancing.  You know, fun with the boyfriend and all.”

By the
time I was done spewing out that pathetic excuse he had walked closer and was
standing directly in front of me. I could feel the heat coming off his body and
I had to look up to meet his darkened eyes.  He looked like a predator and
I froze. We stood there staring at each other for what felt like minutes and my
heart felt like it was going to come through my chest.  He reached his
hand up to my face and starting tracing the outline of my bottom lip.  I
couldn’t tell what he was thinking by the strange expression he had on his
face.  He leaned over slowly and replaced his finger with his mouth. 
His kiss was feather light but sensual.  My traitorous body trembled again
and he softly laughed and ran his hand over the goose bumps that broke out on
my arms. He pulled back to look me in the eyes and I continued my statue
impression while he backed up to put a small amount of space between us.

“There
you go using that ‘boyfriend’ word again.   Somehow, I don’t think
you are being very forthcoming with me, Damsel.  Care to guess why I think
that?”

I
looked up at him and in an attempt to appear angry, I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I have no idea why you would think that, Daemon.”  I angled my head to
the side. “I will tell you though, if you attempt any more funny business like
you did just a second ago, you’ll be lucky if you don’t walk out of here with
two black eyes.”

Daemon’s
eyes got wide and he suppressed a grin. “Can’t wait.”

I was
suddenly under the impression that Daemon wasn’t believing my cover.  He
continued. “Although I’m thoroughly enjoying this back and forth that we are
having currently, I believe I brought you back here to answer a question, which
I very much would like to do.”

I was
confused for a second but then remembered what I had asked him while sitting at
the table.  I started to chastise myself for having opened up that line of
questioning.

“You
wanted to know what I meant by saying ‘if you were
my
girl’.”   He moved closer to me again and tilted my head up by
placing his finger underneath my chin.  “If I had you, Paige, I would not
only be with you; but I would
own
you, I would
control
you, and I
would, in all ways,
possess
you.”

A
shocked laugh burst from my lips.  “You would own me and control me. What
kind of crap line is that?!  I mean, do women really fall for that
shit?”  My laughter continued bubbling out. “I don’t know who you think
you’re talking to Daemon, but I believe you have me mistaken for the slutty
redhead you were with the other night.”

His
eyebrows shot up at that comment and he chuckled.  “No.  I don’t have
you mistaken for anyone, Damsel.  I know exactly who I’m talking to at
this moment.”

I
crossed my arms over my chest and glared up at him. “Well, then it’s obvious
you’ve suffered an unfortunate head injury and have forgotten what I told you
about myself.  NOBODY owns me or controls me or dictates my life in any
way.  Besides, I don’t even know anything about you.  For instance,
what is your last name?”

He gave
me a knowing look and answered. “Pierce.”

My head
shot up in shock at how easily he had given up that information.  He
smiled and then continued explaining his statement.

“I
think you may be misunderstanding what I am saying.  I wouldn’t dictate
your life and you’d be free to do whatever you like, but when you are in my
bed, you will do as I say, when I say it. Thus, the control.  And if you
were in my bed, I’m not sure I could stand it if any other man touched you
again after that.  Thus, I would own you from that moment forward.”

I
didn’t understand why he was telling me this.  Even though I now had the
information that I needed and I should be walking back out to the club, my
curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t help but question him further. This
was just too good to not fully discuss.  “So, if I’m understanding you
correctly, if I were to sleep with you, you would
own
me or
control
me,
just like the rest of your lady friends?”

He eyed
me for a minute before responding. “No.  Not like my other lady
friends.  I couldn’t care less what they say or do once I’ve had my night
with them.  I just know that with you, it would be a different story
altogether and I think it’s only fair that I warn you ahead of time.”

His
eyes were the deepest blue that I had ever seen.  His jaw worked over
itself and it made his face appear even more masculine.  He crossed his
arms over his chest and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and run my
hands over the definition of his arms.  I tucked my hands behind myself to
keep them from reaching out on their own accord.

I
couldn’t help it that my voice was husky when I responded.  “I guess it’s
a good thing that I’m spoken for.  I suspect we’d have a few issues if we
ever attempted being anything more than we already are.  I’m not one of
your women waiting around to be tamed and I don’t enjoy being told what to do,
or pain, or crazy bondage shit, or whatever the hell else it is you are
implying that you would like to do to me.”  I started moving forward to
indicate I was leaving when he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at
him again.  His look was intense as he searched my eyes.

“Once
again, Paige, you are mistaking what I’m saying.”  He bent down to whisper
against my ear.  My breath hitched at his closeness and I tensed up in an
attempt to control my body’s reaction to him.  “I would never hurt
you.  I would never do anything to you that you haven’t asked for. 
There is no crazy bondage shit; no whips, no chains, nothing like that. 
What I want to do to you doesn’t require props or toys or anything else. 
Just me and you.  But I would control you and I know that you would like
it.”

The tension
within me was more than I could handle and I started feeling woozy.
Damn my
traitorous self and this annoying swooning.
I shook it off.

I spoke
slowly so as not to give away what he was doing to me. “I can guarantee you,
Daemon Pierce, that you can set whatever it is you are suggesting aside. 
I’m not the type of girl you think I am.”  I looked up into his face in
challenge and he released me.  I started to walk past him and he called
out to me again.

“Whatever
you say, Damsel; but I’ve felt how you react to me and I’m sure I’ll be seeing
you again.  Enjoy your evening with your
boyfriend
.”

I
didn’t look back at him as I walked to the door, unlocked it and then let
myself back out into the club.

When I
emerged from the storage room I searched around the club for Alex.  I
couldn’t find him immediately so I walked over to sit at a stool by Logan’s
bar.  Logan walked over to me after a couple minutes.  “Where’s
Alex?”

I
looked at him nonchalantly. “He’s around here somewhere.  He ran into an
old friend earlier and he’s been catching up with her.”

Logan
looked scared for a moment but then motioned to one of the dance floors. “I
hate to be the bearer of bad news, Paige, but I think he’s a little bit more
than friends with her.”

I
looked in the direction he had indicated and my jaw dropped when I saw Alex and
the brunette dancing and grinding in to each other like there weren’t other
people around who could see them, including his fake girlfriend.

Damn
it.  I am seriously going to have a conversation with Alex about acting
like a boyfriend while in public.

I
continued to watch Alex and when they started kissing I turned to look
away.  As I was turning back to the bar I caught sight of Daemon.  He
was standing in a corner near the dance floors where Alex was kissing the
brunette.  He was staring Alex down with a murderous glare in his
eyes.  He turned to look in my direction and when he saw that I was
looking at him, his face softened and he looked sorry for me.

I
looked back at Logan and shrugged. “Guess you figured out he’s not really my
boyfriend, huh?”  Logan smiled and patted me on the head.  “It’s okay
Paige.  Your secret is safe with me…” He paused for a moment and then
added. “…And everybody else in this club.”  I was about to change the
subject when my phone chirped.

David: 
When are you coming home??!

Me:     In a
couple hours.  Alex met someone and I want to give him a chance to get to
know her better.  What’s up?

David:  Annie’s boyfriend is here
and let me tell you, this guy is a real treat.

Me:     That
bad?  Maybe I can hurry Alex along and come to your rescue.

David:  Hurry.

Me:     I’ll try
but Alex is in the middle of a heated game of tonsil hockey, so I’ll see what I
can do.

I
looked back at Logan and then remembered my earlier idea for a match made in
heaven. “So, are you seeing anybody currently?”  Logan gave me a strange
look and I laughed and continued. “I have a roommate who, unfortunately, has a
tragic love life.  I think you two would really get along so I was
wondering if you would want to come over one night when you are off work.”

Logan
considered my offer and then smiled.  “Yeah, sure, that sounds
cool.”  He picked up his phone from behind the bar. “What’s your number,
I’ll text you mine.”  We exchanged numbers and then I shuffled off to hunt
Alex down and pry him away from his friend.

Alex
and the brunette had moved from where they had been dancing and I was annoyed
that I had to go find them.  I was pushing my way through a congested area
around the left bar when I felt a hand grab my arm. 

I
turned around to find that Daemon had grabbed me and before I could protest, he
was dragging me towards the back exit.  He slammed open the door and
pushed me into the alley behind the club.  The door slammed itself back
closed and Daemon grabbed my head with both hands and brought his mouth
crashing down on mine.  His tongue slid along the crease in my lips and I
opened my mouth to give him entrance.  He tasted like mint and I couldn’t
help but enjoy his kiss.  The passion blooming between us was canceling
out my thought process and I was helpless to the sensations exploding
throughout my core.  I slid my hands up his rock solid chest and grabbed
onto his shoulders as he kissed me.  I caressed his tongue with mine and a
possessive growl erupted from within him.  I shoved my hands into his
messy hair and pulled him closer towards me.  He began to nip at my bottom
lip and I moaned from the slight sting that it caused.  My knees felt weak
and I was suffocating from the heat between us.  Only when it was
necessary that we come up for air, did Daemon stop what he was doing.

I was
left breathless and speechless and I’m sure my eyes were as huge as
saucers.  I continued trying to control my body’s reactions but then he
slowly started kissing his way down my jaw, causing me to shiver.  He
planted a small kiss on the most sensitive part of my neck and then nipped at
my ear.  I forced my hands back to his chest and reluctantly pushed him
away.