Soldiers of Chaos- Chaos Abounds: Book 1 in the Soldiers of Chaos series (30 page)

Nikki moved to the private dressing area and Jacques brought over the dress she'd requested 'dark chocolate'. "Your obviously familiar with our collection Miss Jones, Is there anything else you are in the mood for?" She smiled back at the Frenchmen "Please call me Nikki." "Of course, Nikki." He hung the dress in the dressing room. "What else am I in the mood for let's see? To be your woman, for kisses and playing. Oh and to keep him." Clara stared at her in silence. Jacques ran around the store collecting the dresses and hanging them in the dressing room. She tried them all on. They all looked good on her, she could tell from the jealous look on Carla's face but none of them were quite right. "What do you think Roger?" Her escort had stood quietly in the corner watching the room but smiling whenever she came out of the dressing room. "Personally I think you look stunning in everything Miss Jones but I think Mister Cole might be more partial to the black one with the lace." Jacques' face lit up like a Christmas tree at the mention of Cole's name "Mister Cole?" Roger nodded "Yes Miss Jones here is Mister Cole's guest." The word guest came out with just the right amount of suggestion. "Well in that case I believe there is one more dress you need to consider Nikki, if I may?" She nodded her consent and Jacques came back with a beautiful black lace gown. "In the mood for him" he announced with dramatic flair draping the dress down his outstretched arm. It was perfect, so totally what Cole would've chosen she was sure.

She took the gown and moved into the cubicle closing the curtain behind her. As she slid the dress onto her body she knew it was perfect. The gown had sheer black sleeves with intricate lace details on them. The neckline was v shaped and black lace came down from the shoulders to hide her breasts from view then dipped down towards her belly button in another v shape, the rest of the material was sheer like the sleeves. One side of the lace v continued into the skirt of the dress and down her right thigh where the dress split revealing the creamy skin of her lower thigh and long leg. The back of the dress dipped low into the ruched back of the skirt. The skirt itself was layers of sheer black material with a final layer of intricately patterned lace. This gave it a darker look and the line of ruching down the middle of the skirt pulled it in to cup her ass perfectly. The skirt dropped from underneath her bum to a small train which swept across the ground behind her. She pulled her hair loose from her pony tail and let it flow down over her shoulders. She stared at herself in the mirror. She looked graceful, elegant, feminine and incredibly sexy. She would need her hair done properly something soft and wavy. She opened the curtain to show off the outfit and complete silence greeted her. She looked at the three people in front of her. Jacques was smiling ear to ear, a one hundred watter. Roger's mouth was not quite hanging open but close enough as his eyes swept over her. But it was Carla's reaction that had her insides doing a dance of triumph. The woman was turning green right in front of her eyes. She looked sick with envy. Then it was gone, replaced by the tight press of her lips and the narrowing of her eyes.

"Magnifique. You look simply exquisite" Jacques clapped his hands with joy snapping the other two out of their trance. "I couldn't have said it better myself" Roger barked from the corner. "I can bring it to your room along with a selection of accessories" Jacques raised his eyebrows in question. "That would be Mister Cole's suite" Carla spoke for the first time since they entered the store and her voice was eerily calm. Nikki studied her she seemed less tense more resigned, maybe she'd come to terms with the fact she just couldn't compete. "Very good. I shall bring a selection of accessories with me to the suite and if I can suggest someone for hair and makeup? Arcario is, simply put, the best at what he does.  I will bring him with me as well. Will you be returning there now?" She glanced at the clock in the dressing room, eight pm, definitely time to return to the suite "Yes. Thank you Jacques." "The pleasure has been all mine Nikki." Nikki returned to the dressing room cubicle and removed the dress donning her old clothes. She looked at her biker fight ready outfit and thought to herself how bizarre it would be to live a life of luxury. A life where all you had to worry about was, well, nothing really. Would this be what it was like to be Cole's woman? Going out, never paying for anything, fancy dresses, hair and makeup done for you and living in an exclusive penthouse suite. She could see why women would be drawn to him even without those things but add those things to the mix and you could become addicted to this seemingly perfect lifestyle. But Nikki couldn't see herself as this. She enjoyed dressing up and going out as much as the next woman but to live in this false world where nothing real ever touched you. Definitely not her.

They exited the store with Jacques waving them off and talking a million miles an hour into the phone. Roger walked side by side with her leaving Carla to tag along behind. The woman was smiling oddly to herself by the time they reached the bank of elevators. "I shall see you in a few hours Miss Jones. Mister Cole has instructed me to ensure that you have access to the best bars, clubs, shows and gaming areas." Carla turned to Roger "if you could please call me when Miss Jones is ready?" Roger nodded in reply eyeing her suspiciously probably due to her quick shift in attitude. It put Nikki on high alert. The bitch was up to something. The further away she was from that woman the better. They stepped into the elevator leaving Carla in the hotel lobby. Roger kept his thoughts to himself though Nikki could clearly hear his wheels turning. They entered the penthouse suite and just as Nikki was about to ask Roger what he was thinking Jacques and Arcario arrived. From there Nikki no longer had the opportunity to speak with Roger. Arcario was amazing, very exuberant just like Jacques and the pair of the made her laugh with their cheeky banter about celebrities they had met and people they knew. By the time they'd primped, preened and perfected she looked like a beautiful French starlet. Soft, silky, wavy hair which swept down over one eye, a light smoky eye and pink lips. Jacques paired the dress with sky high black Louboutins, a sparkling diamond cuff, a pair of diamond drop earrings and a glittery silver clutch. She tried to poo poo the clutch as politely as possible, she liked to have her hands free, but he just attached a small wrist strap to it and she kept her mouth closed. As she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn't recognise the girl standing in front of her. She almost told them to get it all off until Roger approached her and spoke softly to her "Sometimes it's good to be someone else." She agreed with him on everything except the word sometimes. It was good to be someone else all the time if you were Nikki Jones.

It was just after ten by the time she made it onto the Casino floor. Roger had called Carla and given her instructions as to where they were going which in this case was an exclusive lounge bar off the high rollers gaming floor. Carla had organised the VIP treatment for her but as yet had not shown up herself. She sat at the bar with Roger standing next to her. "So if you're here who's watching out for Cole?" Roger smiled "Mister Cole is currently utilising the Casino's security team. He feels your safety is a priority at present and Mister Cole is quite capable of taking care of himself despite my presence." Nikki didn't doubt it. The man was physical and he moved quickly and with that surety that comes when a person is in complete command of their body. He also had that darkness inside him, that 'killer instinct' that set apart the men from the mice. "How long have you worked for him?" "For about nine years now but I worked for his father before that so I've known him since he was about ten years old." She couldn't imagine Cole being a ten year old boy or a boy of any age. "What was he like back then?" "He was very intuitive. He could read people very well, always knew what people were feeling or what they were about to do. He was quiet for the most part, always watching, especially when his father was home. He was a very intelligent child, did extremely well in school and he was driven too. That single minded focus of his was there even back then. He was much like he is now except his manner was a lot softer in those days. When his mother died he hardened quite a bit. He doted on her, loved her immensely, I think her loss left quite a large hole.” Nikki nodded. Loss could do all sorts of things to a person; she’d seen it, hell she’d been through it. The memory of her own loss flitted into her mind and reminded her of all the other issues going on in her life at the moment.

In the silence that followed Roger watched her as she mulled over the things rattling round inside her head. Nikki took a large gulp of the vodka and soda water she was drinking. Roger’s hand went to her shoulder shocking her out of her silent reverie “You ok Miss Jones?” “Sorry Roger. My mind wandered off into unpleasant places.” He frowned at her “You know you’re safe here. We will find Lenny and we will make sure that this thing is ended once and for all.” She knew that she was safe in the complex especially with Roger watching over her but she couldn’t live her entire life cooped up in here hiding away from her problems “I know.” The band began to play a slow number and Roger held out his hand to her “Would you honor me with a dance Miss Jones?” Aahh distraction, ever the reliable technique for getting someone out of a funk. “Of course” she placed her hand in his and he led her to the small dance floor in the middle of the lounge bar. As Roger swept her across the dance floor in a slow waltz she was surprised at the man’s dancing skill. “Well who’d have known a big tough secret service agent could dance.” Roger laughed at her “They train us to do all sorts of things Miss Jones. Who’d have thought a bad ass biker chick could waltz.” She was pretty sure no one would’ve thought that. “King taught me” she smiled at the memory of her pseudo father and big burly biker teaching her to dance. Roger raised an eyebrow at her. “I know odd isn’t it but Rose made him learn for their wedding and he always loved to woo a woman on the dance floor.”  “People aren’t always what you expect them to be are they?” And on that note of wisdom she agreed.

By the time Roger had twirled her around the dance floor and dipped her several times she was smiling and laughing again. Then she felt that wave of awareness sweep through her. The one that told her Cole was nearby. Her instincts drove her to look left and there he was standing by the bar watching them. His smile was soft till her eyes hit his and then it changed into something predatory. It sent a shiver through her body strong enough that she was sure poor Roger would notice. He twirled and dipped her one more time glancing over at Cole "He loves you with that same single minded determinedness that he does everything. And sometimes he can't see the forest for the trees." She turned back to Roger finding him staring down at her "Don't let him fuck it up." Then he released her into Cole's waiting arms "Thank you Roger I'll take it from here." "As you wish Mister Cole" Roger smiled softly at Nikki before retreating. "You look absolutely delectable" that growly voice rumbled through her igniting the dark fire within her. Her eyes closed as he pressed his body against hers molding them together as he began to sway her to the music. The delicious dark feeling that swept through her whenever he touched her was overwhelming. It was almost euphoric. She was that addicted to the man that after a few hours apart their reunion was like a junkie taking a hit while in the depths of withdrawal. This was bad but she was powerless to stop it. She opened her eyes again to find those otherworldly green eyes focused on her mouth. Her tongue came out of its own volition wetting her lips in anticipation. Cole's hand wound its way up into her hair closing into a tight fist around the strands. She gasped slightly as her scalp burned. Cole leaned down to her very slowly his gaze flicking back and forth between her eyes and her lips. She waited for that trademark bruising kiss of his. He brushed his lips gently against hers then slowly slid his tongue into her mouth tentatively exploring her. He released his hold on her hair and broke off the kiss "Mmmmm and you taste as delectable as you look."

He began to move her around the dance floor in much the same manner as Roger had; only Cole held her closer and tighter. Of course he could dance. What couldn't he do? "Did Roger teach you how to dance?" "Actually it was mostly my mother although Roger did teach me a thing or two." Cole spun her out then dragged her hard up against his body. One hand went to her thigh while the other remained at the small of her back. His lips hit her neck nibbling lightly. Then he dipped her. Cole’s hand pulled her leg up so her thigh was trapped tight against his hip. His mouth made a warm wet trail from her neck to her cleavage as she leaned backwards. God she wanted him alone and now. "Shall we head back to your apartment?" "Why on earth would we want to do that?" Cole teased her with a cheeky grin. She strained up slightly so she could whisper in his ear "So I can reciprocate the pleasure you gave me earlier." His cheeky grin turned into a sexy smirk. "Hhhmmm and how do you propose to give me said pleasure?" Cole dipped her low and his eyes went to her exposed cleavage. Yes Nikki how? She considered the possibilities as he straightened bringing her back in close to his body. All that animal sexual energy that he kept so tightly controlled, there had to be some way to drive him insane with pleasure. An idea popped into her head "I was picturing you bound to the bed while I licked, nibbled, sucked and fucked you into oblivion."

Cole's steps faltered. "Are you ok?" She grabbed hold of his upper arms to steady him. "Sorry did I say something wrong?" Cole glanced at her with a look of confusion on his face "No Angel you didn't say anything wrong. You just took me by surprise that's all." When it came to sex she didn't think anything would surprise that man. He took her back into his arms and began to dance smoothly again "No one has ever suggested a switch of roles before." Shit. Really? All this power and no one had ever thought to try to tame it. "If you don't like the idea I'm sure I can come up with something else" she used her best sexy husky tone to try and recapture where the conversation had been going. "It's not that I don't like the idea Angel I've just never been on the receiving end of the exchange before", he paused, "If you would like that, if it would bring you pleasure then I certainly wouldn't say no." The idea of having this big powerful man restrained and at her mercy was enough to make her clit throb. "Yes it would definitely bring me pleasure but would it bring you pleasure?" She watched as he mustered his bravado "Only one way to find out. Let's go." As they exited the dance floor Nikki suddenly had the feeling of being watched. She glanced around her until she came to a rather familiar pair of narrowed eyes. Carla was standing in a darkened corner of the bar glaring at them. That woman had some serious issues. Nikki couldn't help herself and she blew Carla a kiss over her shoulder. She saw Carla twitch, her hands tightening into fists. Whatever. The woman needed a reality check big time. Nikki turned her attention back to Cole and as she looked at him he bent down and kissed her softly. Reality check complete.