Little Red

[SweetAsSuga]

Closed for thepoeticmaster2121


“Yo, Scar, you might want to take a look at this.” Detective David Sloan’s disembodied voice, thick with a Brooklyn accent, came from the alley beside Harvell’s Jewelry.

“Kinda busy here, David.” Detective Scarlet Reed yelled back as she photographed the shattered glass of the store front.

This was the tenth smash and grab in just as many days. The thieves were getting bolder with each job. It had started with pawn shops in the low end and steadily escalated to the latest hit at the jewelry store on the supper side. There was no patter to the targets and the thefts were spread out throughout the city instead of confined to one discernible area. The scenes were always the same, front windows smashed, everything within easy reach grabbed. The thieves rarely ventured further than a few steps into the stores. It was all so clean and precise, in and out within five minutes. So far the police had no leads.

“Trust me, you’re gonna want to see this.” Sloan’s head poked around the corner, his straw blonde hair tussled by the cold wind of early winter. Scarlet cinched her ruby red trench coat tighter around her waist, hoping to stave off the worst of the chill.

“Fine,” she huffed, her breath a soft cloud of vapor in the air. She stalked towards the alley, her heels clicking steadily on the sidewalk. Rounding the corner, she was hit by the stench of the dumpster for the Chinese restaurant next door.

“Damn, when was the last time the garbage trucks came through here.” Holding a hand to her nose, Scarlet tried not to breathe too deeply. “This better be important, David, or your ass is –“ Her words hung in the air as she rounded the dumpster and looked down at her partner.

“I told you you’d want to see this.” Sloan quipped; looking up from the lifeless body slumped against the graffitied wall.

“Holy shit.” Scarlet breathed as she crouched beside her partner. Blood stained the front of the corpse’s white button up shirt. The shirt had been torn in at least five places, the fabric ripped by a blade of some sort.

“These marks, they’re too big to be a regular switch blade.” She pushed aside the victim’s leather jacket to get a better look. Scar continued to survey the damage done to the body, avoiding the face for as long as possible. She never could distance herself if she thought of the corpse as a real person.

“He can’t be more than sixteen,” David shook his head, shaggy hair falling in his eyes. “I mean, look at him, Scar. He’s just a kid. He didn’t deserve this.”

Closing her eyes, Scarlet steadied herself. The wind whipped through the alley, the cold air taking away some of the dumpster’s stench. It tugged at her mocha hair, trying to pull the strands from the clip she kept it up in. Taking in a deep breath, Scarlet forced her eyes to open and study the victim’s face.

David was right; the boy was young, probably sixteen or seventeen. His hair was buzzed close to his scalp and the down that remained had been died an electric blue. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of stubble on his tanned face. His features were sharp, angular, with cheekbones that models would have killed for. Startlingly green eyes stared lifelessly at Scarlet.

“Do we have an ID on him?” Scarlet asked, forcing her eyes away from his dull gaze to look at David. Yes, looking at David was much better.

“No wallet,” he replied with a shake of his head. “But look at this.” David picked up the boy’s left arm and tugged back the sleeve of the jacket. Inch by slow inch the jacket moved up to show a muscular forearm, the kind one gets from laboring day in and day out. But there, in the center of his forearm, done in the blackish green of an at home tattoo, was a circle with the silhouette of a wolf’s head in the center. The head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent howl. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down Scarlet’s spine.

“What do you think it means?” David asked. He was new to the precinct; he didn’t know what Scarlet knew. He didn’t know about the history of this tattoo, he had no idea the hell they were in for.

“He’s back.” Scarlet’s voice was nothing more than a whisper. How long had it been since she’d seen that tattoo? She’d been a rookie still. That was five years ago.

“Who’s back?” David’s eyebrows arched in question.

“The Wolf.” Scarlet’s smoky grey eyes steeled with a newfound determination. “The Wolf is back, but I’m going to catch him once and for all.”

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

The sedan pulled up driving into the abandon warehouse and joining the small fleet of cars already parked inside, the men standing out side in the cold worked quickly pulling the massive doors shut behind them and then locking it happy to be out of the cold. The warehouse was abandoned and even though it had no heater the crew had done a good enough job setting up fires to warm up the place. Every one was on high alert today and at their best, if the rumors circling the city were true then some thing big had happened the biggest thing that had happened in the criminal under ground in a long time.

The wolf was back

“Hey Johnny” Mike said turning to his partner while they warmed their hands by the fire “you were a enforcer when the wolf was still operating in the city right?

“Ay Lass” Johnny said his thick Irish accent flowing out of his mouth “I had just came from Ireland my father was a friend of a few people high enough in the gang to get me work I never saw the wolf but I heard him enough times”

“What was he like?” Mike asked leaning in as some of the other rookies inched closer, eager to learn about the person they were truly working for.

“Organized crime in this city used to run rampant” Johnny said looking at them all “then the wolf came took over every thing until no one stood in his way he made organized crime organized arrest rates dropped and we all became a lot richer”

“So why did he get out of the city?” Mike asked looking at the others in confusion “if he was so powerful why did he run”

“Why did I run?” A voice called making them all jump and turn slowly, the sedan doors were open and a man stood studying them all his hands in the pocket of his long black coat.

He was handsome, almost impossibly so, his skin was tan as if he had just gotten back from a vacation in the Caribbean’s or some tropical place, he wore a long black over coat and it was open revealing a black and red Armani suit that was cut against his body in a way that every one could see that he was very fit, his face was free revealing black hair that was almost buzzed off and strong defined features.

“You all assume I ran” He said a British accent falling out of his mouth “but why would I if I was such a success?” he asked smiling and moving towards the fire with the others.

“The answer is I didn’t run” The Wolf said patting Johnny on the back and causing the poor man to jump and back away with the others “I retired” the wolf said warming his hands and ignoring the panicked looks his crew gave him.

“I left all you capable people to run my empire while I sipped drinks in my small villa” The wolf said looking at them “so why is it that I had to go back in town because of a group of thieves?” he asked his lighthearted tone changing to a hardened edge.

“Because the thieves are using your old tricks” a women’s voice said coming out of the stripped down office, if the crew gathered looked scarred of the wolf it was nothing compared to the females voice. Most of them turned white and turned practically running as the women walked up to the fire.

“Hello sister” Alexander “the wolf” Stone said smiling and watching the others run “still striking fear into our workers I see”

“You trusted me to run the business” Anna “Cub” Stone said her hard mouth finally melting into a smile as she hugged her brother “welcome back” she said squeezing him.

“Its good to see you little cub” Alex said patting his sister on the back before letting her go “so why a I hear?” he asked walking with her into the office.

“The robbers are good” Anna said going over to a fold out table and picking up some surveillance photos for Alex to look at “they have been hitting with out asking for our permission which would be enough to take them out but they are also hitting all our businesses”

“Ever business is our business” Alex reminded her looking over the pictures and taking mental notes.

“You know what I mean” Anna said rolling her eyes “moms business”

Alex eyes narrowed and he put the pictures down turning to his sister and frowning, his mom ran a jewelry business before she died and Anna and Alex did every thing they could to keep it alive and running. When Alex became the wolf he took it a step further turning it into a large business that flourished under Anna’s care. If some one was hitting them exclusively then they knew how important it was, they were also deliberately pissing off the two most powerful people in the city.

“I want every one on this” Alex said watching her “put teams together to sit on every place we own, they know where onto them so they probably wont attack again but Its better safe then sorry”

“I already did that” Anna said nodding “how do you want to play this?” she asked

“For now you are still the wolf” Alex said walking to his car “I want to work the city for a while I’ll use one of my old Aliases and report to you if I find any thing”

“Okay brother” Anna said following him and stopping him “there’s one more thing at the last job they killed one of our guards your old pal Vinny’s son” she said looking sad.

“Does Vinny know?” Alex asked turning to her and sighing.

“Not yet” Anna said shaking her head

“I’ll go tell him” Alex said stepping into his car “be safe little cub”

“You to wolf” Anna said watching as the car rolled out.

The wolf was back in town

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Files lay on the table in front of Scarlet, spread out haphazardly as she combed through over thirty cold cases dealing with the Wolf. Somewhere there was a clue to the man's identity. Somewhere there was a lead on how to stop him before he and his gang struck again. Scarlet just had to find it.

Scarlet gagged on her gulp of cold coffee. Too consumed with the case files, she'd completely forgotten the coffee - two sugars, no cream. There was nothing worse than cold coffee, especially when your vision was swimming from staring at size ten font for the past five hours and your head ached from skipping dinner to read said tiny font. But Scarlet couldn't afford to be picky when she needed to focus. So, with a grimace, she downed the half-full cup in a few gulps. trying not to gag on the acidic sludge.

"Doesn't that taste like gasoline by now?" David asked, rolling across the aisle in his desk chair until he was right next to her.

"Yes, but at least it does the trick." Scarlet grimaced at the empty to-go cup, a ring of coffee grounds sitting at the bottom.

With a nod of understanding - the kind of understanding that can only come from fellow cops who have tasted the bitter dregs of coffee left too long - David plopped another folder onto Scarlet's desk.


"You might want to give this one a looksy," he said, tipping back in his chair and propping his feet up on her desk, his hands folded behind his head. Bits of garbage were stuck in the treads of his loafers from earlier that morning. Scarlet pushed his shoes off her desk with the tips of her fingers, not wanting any of the griminess to get on her desk fingers.

"Please tell me that this is the Wolf's real identity and that we have so much evidence against him that any judge worth his salt would give us a warrant immediately."


"Not even close." He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair.

"Well then go away, I've got work to do." Scarlet turned away from him, her eyes already going back to the files laid out before her.

David nudged the folder he'd dropped closer to her with a pout.

"Don't you wanna see what goodies I brought you?" The way his lower lip trembled gave him the appearance of a scolded child.

"Not really," Scarlet's shoulders rose in a graceful shrug, her eyes not leaving the pages in front of her. "I've got too much to do right now, so either give me the Cliff Note's version or let me get the hell back to work."

"Okay, you want Cliff Note's. Short and sweet of it is I've got you a lead." David began to wheel back to his desk, whistling innocently and completely ignoring Scarlet's dropped jaw.

"Now wait one damn second." She grabbed a hold of the chair arm and pulled her partner back over. Spinning the chair so that he faced her,Scarlet placed both hands on the chair, trapping David in his seat.

"Tell me everything you know," she said, her gaze boring into his, "and don't you dare leave anything out."

****​

Jogging up the stairs to the fourth-floor walk up, Scarlet dug through her purse one handed while holding a bag of groceries in her other arm. She unlocked the apartment door and pushed it open.

"Hey, Nan, it's me." She called out as she walked into the galley style kitchen, still painted the same lemon yellow that it'd been when she was little. "I brought you some food."

"Just leave it on the table and come talk to your grandma, I feel like I haven't seen you in years. I could have been laying in the living room dead and you never would have known." The familiar voice, raspy from years of smoking, floated from the living room, causing Scarlet to smile.

"You're to stubborn to die you old crone." Scarlet teased, moving down the short hallway and into the living room to hug her grandmother.

Irene Reed was a formidable woman, the widow of a former police chief and the daughter of Irish immigrants, she was a force to be reckoned with. Her small frame - she barely reached Scarlet's shoulder - and easy smile fooled a lot of people, but Scarlet knew what a tough old bird her Nan was.

"Tell me what's new. Any good cases? How's that hottie Sloan?" Nan fired questions off with the same speed a gunner fires off rounds.

Settling into the doily covered armchair that still smelled like her grandfather's cologne, Scarlet shook her head.

"You of all people know that I can't talk about my cases. David's good, and no, we're not dating. I've told you numerous times he is not my type."

Nan was always telling Scarlet that David Sloan was a catch. Of course it didn't hurt that the few times Nan had met Scarlet's partner, Sloan had complimented the old woman's cooking, family, and home. The three ways to any grandmother's heart.

"I just stopped by to drop off your groceries and tell you that I'm going to be away for awhile." Scarlet fidgeted with her red trench coat.

"You've got something big in the works, don't you." Nan crossed her arms over her ample chest, something Scarlet had not inherited from the woman, and gave her the 'grandmother stare.'

"Yes and I can't talk about it." Scar stood and adjusted her coat before leaning down to kiss her grandmother's forehead.

"Don't go getting yourself killed young lady. I'll never forgive you if you get yourself killed."

"Don't worry, Nan, I'll be fine."

But as Scarlet left her grandmother's apartment, she couldn't help but feel she'd just told the biggest lie of her life.

****​

The file that David unearthed had held information on a location that was affiliated with the Wolf and his gang. After a lengthy meeting with the various heads of their division, it had been decided they would send someone in undercover. This would be a deep cover mission, one where the operative had to cut all ties with their real life. And it had been decided that Scarlet would be that operative. The decision made sense, she had the most knowledge of the Wolf, having studied him since her first day on the job. Not only that, but her father had worked on the case before her.

And so, three days later, Scarlet stood outside the Half Moon, a bar known for laundering money for the Wolf. Taking in a deep breath, she walked through the door and made her way to the bar, her black stilettos clicking against the wood floor. Taking a seat, she removed her trench coat and draped it over the back of the seat. She was dressed in a red sheath dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Her hair hung loose around her bare shoulders like a glossy, mahogany curtain. All in all, she looked good enough to eat.

Signaling to the bartender, Scarlet ordered a gin and tonic. As the bartender readied her drink, she leaned against the counter top, turning in her chair so that she could survey the bar and its patrons. She thanked the bartender with a smile as he handed her the drink and, sipping it slowly, she waited.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

The wolf sighed running his fingers through his hair and reaching for his cup of coffee, he downed the contents in one gulp and then gagged when he realized it was cold.

What time was it?

He looked up at the clock and winced realizing it had been four hours since he had sat down at his desk, he had been so consumed with the reports on the robbers that he hadn’t even bothered to look at the clock. Anna had managed to secure him some of the police reports as well as the testimonies of the guards watching over the stores so he had went to work after consoling his old friend Vinny and his wife, his old friend had been biting at the heels for revenge and Alex promised him that he would get to work on it as soon as he left.

But he had nothing

The criminals were professional like he had been during his old heist days; they were in and out in minutes just stealing whatever they could reach and then leaving right away. They were smart enough not to go for the safe but instead just empty the display cases and run seconds after it was done. There was nothing even remotely close to a clue in the reports and Alex had nothing to go on except for the fact that they seemed to have it in for his family.

“Missing some thing” Alex murmured to himself moving off of the beat up old desk he was in and going to the window, he had set up shop in the half moon bar one of his many businesses and his favorite lace to launder his money. The cops knew about it but they couldn’t pin it to him so he loved to move most of his money through here and laugh at them. Back then it had been a game to him and he loved playing it well enough that the cops couldn’t touch him. Of course that was before he had gotten tired of it and decided to retire and live the good life. He liked being a criminal but it had gotten so…… Boring he won after all, no one could touch him and he was the king of crime. There was nothing left for him to conquer no crime he and his empire hadn’t dipped their fingers in even heist had lost its appeal to him.

“Is that why you are doing this?” He suddenly asked turning and looking at the case files “did you know I was bored and decided to give me a challenge?” He asked going over to the file on the desk and placing his fingers on it.

The file said nothing back to him and he decided to take a break, half moon was a bar and a bar meant a drink and maybe (if he was lucky that is) a beautiful woman for him to charm. The Caribbean’s had some nice girls but nothing was quite as special as a New York City girl.

He went downstairs pausing to pull on his expensive jacket, he walked downstairs and nodded at the club owner before locking the door behind him. He moved through the dance floor easily scoping out the girls as he went. There was nothing special however and though he got plenty of appraising looks he didn’t return any back instead going to the bar and sitting down.

Then he saw her

She was breath taking, a angel to light his night. She was sipping on a gin and tonic and watching the crowds obviously looking for some thing special. She was dressed to the nines to in a red dress that hugged her considerable curves and a pair of heels that screamed sex. He took one look at her and his heart dropped down into his stomach telling him that he needed to have her and needed to have her now.

“You look like your looking for some thing” Alex said choosing his words carefully, their was nothing quite like the game seduction. It was some thing that required careful on the spot planning and it depended on skill just as much as luck. He wanted her though and he made sure that he was as charming as possible as he leaned into her and gave her his sexiest smile.

“What our you looking for tonight angel?”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

She'd been in the bar for well over two hours and, after having a few drunk men (and a couple of women) hit on her, Scarlet was ready to go. If it weren't for the fact that she was, essentially, on a stake out, she would have left over an hour ago. But the Wolf or someone close to him was here, Scarlet just knew it. She just had to wait for the person to present himself.

Sipping on her second gin and tonic, Scarlet crossed her legs - admittedly her best feature - and decided she would wait another hour before packing it in for the night. After all, it was getting late and though she had been excused from her case load while working the undercover angle she still had things she needed to do in the morning.

“You look like your looking for some thing. What are you looking for tonight angel?” The smooth voice was made even more charming by the British accent.

Scarlet looked up at the man that stood beside her, taking in his deep tan that accentuated the fine bone structure of his face. His dark hair was cropped short, nearly buzzed, and it only served to enhance his looks. The suit he wore screamed money and fitted his muscular frame perfectly. Between his confidence, the ease with which he leaned against the bar, and his expensive appearance, Scarlet guessed that he had an in she could exploit. Her best guess: he was either high up in the Wolf's organization or he managed this bar, which would still place him at a decent advantage within the pack hierarchy.

This was the in that she had been waiting for. With a flirtatious smile, Scarlet tossed her hair over her left shoulder and cocked her head slightly to look up at the stranger through thick lashes.

"I'm looking for a handsome stranger to buy this girl a drink." She dropped her voice an octave and gave it a flirty, husky tone.

Never much for flirting, Scarlet felt weird and a little foolish acting the vixen. But it was all part of the cover and she hoped that he would buy what she was selling.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“A drink huh?’ Alex said smiling as she responded back to him in a flirty tone, she was definitely interested and since he was to maybe he wouldn’t have to spend his night alone tonight. He nodded at the bartender and he nodded back turning to take care of some other patrons as Alex moved out of his seat and went to sit next to her.

“Have whatever you want” Alex said his voice low and sexy at the same time; he brushed her legs and turned grabbing her drink and then his and handing hers to her.

“I got a tab here” Alex said grinning “My name is Alexander Stone but you can just call me Alex angel” he said smiling at her as he downed his scotch on the rocks in one smooth gulp “what is your name?” He asked watching her with bright interested eyes.

Some thing about the girl seemed familiar…….. Some thing he couldn’t quite place he was sure he hadn’t ever seen this girl (he would remember a girl this sexy) but there was just some thing about her that screamed familiar to him. Did he know her father? Maybe he had met her as a kid before? She was a mystery wrapped in sex and beauty and he felt himself drawn to her like he never had been to any one before.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Scarlet was guessing Alex was the bar's manager from the way the bartender jumped straight to their order. Holding up her refreshed drink - she really needed to make sure this was her last one - Scarlet thanked Alex with a smile.

"Scarlet," she said, after taking a sip. She held out a freshly manicured hand - god she hated having her nails done. "Scarlet Fitzpatrick." She tried to make her handshake loose, the way society women shook hands as if they were holding dead fish. But years of being a cop did not make it easy and Scarlet feared she may have gripped his hand too tight, made her handshake too forceful. The littlest details could blow her cover.

"So tell me, Alex," she said quickly, leaning back against the bar in a way that pushed her breasts forward. Distraction was always an excellent tactic. "What do you do to warrant such excellent service here?" Scarlet inclined her head, indicating the bartender who stood by, awaiting Alex's next order.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

She had a good handshake firm with a grip to it, some thing not many other girls could claim. Alex didn’t say any thing to her but he found himself even further drawn into the beautiful girl and the mystery she seemed to be giving off. She dressed like a normal high society girl that frequented the high moon bar but her mannerisms said other wise. Alex couldn’t place it but some thing just felt…. Off about the girl some thing that she wasn’t telling him.

He shrugged and pushed it away instead checking out her breast before settling back onto her beautiful face, Alex hadn’t been this interested in a girl in a while and that alone was enough for him to ignore the mystery. She was beyond pretty and the less time he spent studying her and actually getting to now her the better.

“Oh some thing boring you wouldn’t be interested in” Alex lied grabbing his scotch and sipping on it “I kind of sort of run the bar but that isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds” he said keep his sexy smirk plastered firmly on his face while he moved his suit jacket “Accidently” exposing how muscular he was.

Two could play seduction

“And what do you do?” Alex asked grinning at her “when you are not gracing me with your beautiful presence that is” he said complimenting her smoothly

 

[SweetAsSuga]

“I kind of sort of run the bar but that isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds.”

Scarlet tried to hide her smirk as Alex adjusted his jacket in a way that was clearly meant to show off his muscular form. Biting her lip to keep from chuckling at how obvious he was, Scarlet gave him her best flirtatious smile.

She'd never been good at this dance. The give and take of flirting was far beyond her comprehension. If anything she thought the whole thing was completely asinine and pointless. But Scarlet knew she had to do the dance and do it well if she was going to get any closer to the Wolf.

Setting her hand on the bar, she let her fingers casually brush against Alex's hand.

"Oh I don't do much," she shrugged with a flirtatious smile, "I guess you could say I'm a glorified calculator. I work for an accounting firm. It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills."

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

She seemed interest and that in and of itself was a blessing, he didn’t know how he would have taken it if she hadn’t been. He wasn’t usually so interested in a girl and if she hadn’t been interested like he was he probably would have been upset or some thing. It was strange for the wolf, usually he was the one causing the girls to fall on themselves to impress or try and win his favor. Then again they had all been floozies passing by and providing a small bit of interest but nothing more.

No one had captivated him quite like her, drawn her in and interested him enough to try this hard. It was like serendipity almost and when their fingers casually brushed he had to stop himself from jumping.

“You’re a crime boss” He thought to himself sipping on his drink and smiling at her “Don’t be all girly”

Easier said then done

“As long as it pays the bills” Alex said trying not to get lost in her smile “you look like the kind of girl who isn’t that into flirting” he said smiling and watching her closely “I find it pointless to if you like a person why not just make your interest clear” he said gesturing at the people dancing.

 

[SweetAsSuga]

Unwittingly, Scarlet found herself laughing...genuinely laughing...at Alex's observation. With a bright smile she nodded.

"You've got me pegged." Scarlet replied. Though she found it amusing that Alex could so easily see how uncomfortable she was with the whole flirting scene, it was also very disconcerting. If he could so easily see past her flirting charade it made Scarlet wonder what else he would see through. If she couldn't convince him that she was really Scarlet Fitzpatrick, accountant, then her whole mission would be a bust.

"I whole heartedly agree." Scarlet nodded. Best to just brush off that little hiccup and proceed as planned. "I don't understand this whole charade. It's like the sugar coating on top of a bowl of candy. Completely unnecessary."

She uncrossed her legs, unknowingly drawing attention to the long limbs, and settled herself more comfortably onto the bar stool.

"So, if we're doing away with the social niceties, why don't you buy me another drink and we'll find a cozy little table in the corner and get to know each other better." Scarlet's lips pulled into a teasing smirk that promised much more than talk in that cozy little corner. Though she didn't really want to get too intimate with Alex - though she had to admit he was very nice to look at - Scarlet wasn't above a little make out session if needed. She might be on the job, but what better way to sell her undercover persona than a little groping in a darkened corner.

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“That’s sounds like a good plan to me” Alex said looking at her lips and imagining wrapping his own around him, he moved to get their drinks his shirt unknowingly tightening around his muscles as he bought her another drink. He was even more impressed by her audacity. She was some one who went after what she wanted he could tell, she was just like him in a way.

Back when he had first started he had risen fast mostly due to the fact that he took what he wanted and went after it. While people were busy threatening him or trying to take him down he was moving against them and undercutting them at every turn. Every one thought he was crazy when he first came onto the scene but he simply had a plan he thought up with pinpoint accuracy.

He grabbed the drinks and got up, nodding at her to go to the private booth that was against the corner. He didn’t know if the women would be to classy for a night in bed with him but it was probably for the best any ways. He had the files on the bank robbery in his office/ bedroom and if he did take her up there he would have to quickly hide them. He didn’t think the girl would care but the sensitive material would probably be better unseen then seen.

He didn’t want her finding out he was the wolf after all

“here we are” Alex said taking her hand and gently kissing the smooth skin before pulling her into the bar, the bouncer sitting next to it nodded and moved the curtain blocking them from being seen by the dancing crowd and giving them privacy. He moved her putting her legs over his and slowly running his nails up and down her skin stroking soft patters as his electric green eyes looked at her with a dark cloudy intensity.

“Was this what you had in mind?”

 

[SweetAsSuga]

"This is perfect." Scarlet purred as Alex settled into the booth beside her. She tried to keep her eyes on him and not on the curtain that separated them from the crowd in the bar. Scarlet knew how to handle herself, but there was something extremely imposing about the privacy that the curtain offered. Anything could happen in their quiet little alcove and nobody would ever know. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and it was not a shiver of excitement.

Alex's eyes raked over her, reminding Scarlet of a documentary she'd seen once of how lions hunt on the safari. His gaze was almost predatory and Scarlet was the wounded gazelle.

Scarlet kept her gaze as steady as she could, meeting his eyes with her own hungry look. But while Alex was hungry for her body, Scarlet wanted something much more. Alex was merely the appetizer to the main course. What Scarlet really wanted was the Wolf and Alex was her ticket to the big bad.

Settling into the leather of the booth, Scarlet tossed her hair over one shoulder and studied Alex. He was an impressive looking man, there was no doubt about that, and he knew what he wanted. Scarlet just wondered how far he was willing to go to get what he desired. But she could worry about that later.

Stirring her drink, she wasn't about to down a third...or was it fourth drink. Not when she was getting closer to her goal. No, she needed to keep a clear head and focus on the task at hand.

"So tell me, Alex," she turned in the seat so that her one leg rested on the bench and her arm lay against the back of the booth, "what drew you into the bar business?"

 

[thepoeticmaster2121]

“What drew me into the bar business?” Alex asked running one hand up and down her outstretched leg. She was distracting him, making him feel things he had never felt for any other women before. Her question was a bit odd but he supposed he was just trying to figure him out try and learn some thing about him, if only she knew the truth if only she knew what he really did for a living.

If he knew her better he might have told her, but Alex wasn’t completely smitten by her to make that big of a blunder. She didn’t seem like she might be a under cover cop but Alex certainly knew enough about the police to know they were itching to catch the “wolf” maybe even itching enough to send some one like her to find him out.

He wouldn’t know making small talk with her though, some thing had been nagging him all night some thing he couldn’t quite place. Could that be it? Could that be why she was so unlike the usual floozies that populated the bar?

Maybe it was time to test that

“I wouldn’t say some thing drew me into the bar business” Alex said smirking at her “I got offered this job by my boss to make sure the business runs smoothly I’m just doing it until he can find a new manager to take over” He explained before leaning in.

“I don’t know if you’re the type of girl to go all the way with a guy after just meeting them” Alex said leaning in to kiss her legs and looking up at her “but I’m afraid my room upstairs is off limits for the night I have sensitive documents that my boss would kill me if any one saw I’m sure you understand” he purred looking up at her and leaning back watching her with a new light.