FLAMES OF PASSION

CHAPTER THREE

I find my way across the bar and I couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes watching me.

I turned around but didn't see anyone. Suddenly, someone crashes into me causing me to lose my balance. I turn to see green-blue eyes staring back at me. He was dressed in a fresh mint button-up and dark pants. The man was gorgeous and I felt the irresistible urge to run my hands through his wavy hair that fell graciously over his forehead.

"Excuse me?" I squeak trying to get my wits about me. He had a sly grin knowing the effect he had on me.

" What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" I felt the heat rush to my cheeks from his compliment. " How about we get some couple drinks and spice up your night" stopping to check me out

"Slow down, this is your 10th drink"

I could feel myself loosen up as the alcohol kicked in.

" Do you want to dance?"

He drags me to the dance floor where I start rocking him and he forcefully tries to kiss me.

" Get off me you jerk". I tried to push him off me but I was too drunk to even stand properly. He had a very strong grip but then it suddenly felt weak. That's when I noticed someone had pulled him off me. A very sexy someone I must add.

Oh s**t.

He was hot

Like , damn hot and sexy

I collided into him instantly regretting drinking too much. Goddamn, that was one muscular body

" Sorry" I mumbled quickly, glimpsing up at him. His square jaw, dark hair and stubble quickly had my s*x drive over the charts. "Why were all the men here walking Greek gods?." I internally groaned. He looked like he had just walked right off a runway even though all he wore was a very basic shirt with a pair of ripped jeans .He was looking down at me with an intense stare and never in my existence have I felt the need to rip off a man's clothes and ride his d**k all night.

" Do you know this man?" someone asked but all I could do was stare at the gorgeous specimen before me. I was always so put together around men, never getting one of those out-of-spur-have-crazy-s*x-with-a-stranger moment but this man was surely making me feel so many things down there and I could feel my s*x throb beneath me.

I was so lost in my train of thought that I didn't even notice he was staring at me, along with some other men who were probably security, all awaiting my response. I let out a tiny"no" with a shake of my head and with a snap of his digit, he ordered for him to be taken away.

Damn, those fingers were thick and masculine and I envisioned him pumping in and out of me with those fingers.

"Who is this man and why am I reacting this way towards him?" I internally asked myself. Wait, why does he look so familiar and where have I seen him before? Damn this stupid alcohol.

"Did you come here alone?", he questioned.

"Ummm.. I came with a friend -" seemingly pausing to search for Tyla "- but I can't find her anywhere".

" Gustavo prepare the car, we are leaving now" His voice was smooth and dominant making me blush

I blinked, registering the meaning of his words, "We?".

He looked at me like I had grown two heads. " I cannot leave you here. Who knows what these men have in mind to do to you" He looked me up and down raking in my appearance, his eyes darkening as he did so.

"Especially in a dress like that", his voice lowering at the end

**

Fuck me.

I was already having a hard time trying to stop myself from jumping his bones and hearing him say such words were doing little to nothing in keeping my composure. It was evident from his sly smirk, that he knew the effect he had on me. For all I knew, he could be a kidnapper or worse a killer, so why was I so comfortable leaving with him?.

An image of me checking him out on my computer quickly flashed through my man and it made me question if I knew him.

" Have we met before?" I asked as we made our way out of the club and into his car.

" I believe we haven't....Miss?"

"Emmanuelle, but Emma for shorts"

" A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Trust me if we'd met before I would never forget this pretty face" He turned to look at me with a smile and I blushed yet again. Perks of being brown skin was that he couldn't easily see how flustered his words made me.

" Where to sir" he looked at me for confirmation and with a slight nod, he said the exact words that had been on my mind since I sighted him, " To my place".

Later that night

" Please, feel comfortable" He removed the cufflinks off his shirt and tossed them across the table in the hotel suite. " Care for some whiskey?"

" Excellent". He made his way into the kitchen and I took my time to admire his space. The suite was bigger than any suite I had seen. The warm neutral tones and high ceiling gave it a very aesthetically pleasing look and the circular velvet chairs were set in spiral arrangements as if ready to host a meeting. The artwork on the wall reminded me of the pieces you only get to see in a museum. The state of art kitchen was off to the side and I have never seen so many expensive appliances in my life. I loved cooking but it was only pleasurable when one had these types of equipment at your disposal. I watched as he expertly prepared the drinks and for a moment, I wondered if he had done this kind of thing before.

What did I get myself into? I was never one to throw caution to the wind and just rock out the waves. Flings weren't my thing and in rare situations like this, I always had the upper hand. However, it seemed like I had lost my unwavering dominance to this guy. I hated being in situations that were out of my control and everything about him screamed authority.

He returned with two glasses filled with amber liquid, handing me one.

I needed to take this slow if I wanted to keep my sanity.

As he took his drink, I noticed how his demeanor changed. He was looking at me quite intensely with an emotion I knew all too well making my breath quickened.