Fallen For My Enemy

The room was enveloped in an alluring, sensual aura, its dimmed lighting and the soothing, soft melodies creating an atmosphere of intimacy. Lizzy Gordon made her entrance into this secluded chamber, her presence adding to the allure. Underneath the ruby radiance of the neon lights, a figure lounging on the plush sofa was impossible to miss. Even in his seated position, Lizzy could deduce his towering height and muscular physique. He was clad in a form-fitting black suit that appeared to be tailored to his physique, epitomizing the essence of refined elegance. His jacket was nonchalantly unbuttoned, unveiling a silky tie that harmoniously blended with his dark shirt. His appeal was undeniable, only slightly obscured by the dim lighting. And there, reflecting the red neon glow, was an opulent gold watch that graced his wrist. It was evident why Xander had instructed her to pay close attention to this man, who nonchalantly displayed such affluence in a setting like this. The value of that watch alone could comfortably cover her living expenses for the upcoming month. As her eyes ascended from the lavish timepiece, she took in the entirety of Dean Martin. He was strikingly handsome, his appearance exuding an air of wealth that perfectly matched her preferences. His chiseled jawline, impeccably styled short black hair, and piercing blue eyes so dark they were almost black. Thin wire glasses perched on his face, enhancing the image of a software engineer who had gracefully evolved into his good looks. A somewhat geeky, yet irresistibly attractive software engineer who she was scheming to manipulate that evening. His facial expression remained neutral, devoid of the lustful gaze she had grown used to from men. Strangely, she felt a flicker of disappointment at his seeming indifference. She knew she was attractive, so why wasn't he reacting? "Do you have any rules before we start, darling?" Lizzy's voice dropped to a seductive whisper as she confidently strode towards him. Without awaiting his reaction, she shed her skirt and positioned herself on his lap, her knees nestling on the sofa on either side of his thighs. Lizzy pressed herself against him, her hands tracing the smooth fabric of his suit until they discovered his black tie. Wrapping it around her hand, she tugged him up until their faces were tantalizingly close, separated by mere inches. As he released a breath, she detected a delicate fusion of wintergreen and scotch, intertwining with the musky essence of his sandalwood cologne. The scent wrapped around her, permeating her senses as she breathed him in deeply. She yearned to lean into him, to capture his scent and carry it with her during her lonely nights. Perhaps she could locate a similar cologne at Macy's. His deep blue eyes, reminiscent of sapphires, studied her, as though engraving every facet of her face into his memory before they descended to her lips. "The only rules I have don't apply to you," he declared, his voice deep and coarse - a voice she could envision waking up to following a night of fervent lovemaking. Yet, she suspected he was a vanilla type of man, which didn't exactly align with her preferences. Lizzy harbored a preference for the unconventional, and she doubted this man, despite his attractiveness, could fulfill her desires. The most appealing ones often turned out to be the most vanilla in the bedroom, which was unfortunate. She doubted he'd cater to her darker cravings; instead, he'd likely climax prematurely and dismiss her with a pat on her posterior. What a letdown that would be. As a new song permeated the room, Lizzy commenced her performance. Typically, she would zone out during her dances, the routine so ingrained it had become almost robotic. It was akin to driving the same route to work every day, not even realizing when you've arrived because your mind was preoccupied. But this occasion was different. Perhaps it was the innocent-looking man beneath her, too timid to touch her, his hands clenched at his sides as she rhythmically gyrated her hips over his gradually hardening arousal. Or perhaps it was the way his watch glinted in the soft neon light, tempting her to snatch it at the earliest opportunity. That was likely it. "Do you frequently visit this place?" she queried, a routine question, yet she couldn't suppress the shiver of delight as his deep voice echoed in the room. Dean shook his head, his gaze unwavering from her face as he responded, "First time." Why wasn't he gawking at her cleavage? Most men were unable to tear their eyes away from her chest, yet here he was, looking at her as though she was a puzzle he was determined to decipher. "First time here and you got me? You're a fortunate man," she flirted, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. "Do you kiss everyone that comes back here?" he queried, his voice strained with tension. "Only the ones I find appealing," she replied, her voice a playful whisper. She leaned in closer, her breasts inches from his face. His gaze dropped then, his expression transforming into something dark and intense that caused her breath to hitch and a wave of desire to surge within her. Then, just as swiftly, his face reverted to being expressionless, causing her to question if she had imagined the entire thing. Lizzy's fingers clenched on his shoulders, tracing a path down his perfectly tailored suit sleeves. Simultaneously, she gyrated her hips against his now hardened arousal. Dean was impressively well-endowed. "You're so large, darling," she murmured, a sultry moan slipping past her lips as she saw his eyes darken with desire. She usually didn't get aroused during these performances, but she couldn't ignore the stirring of desire within her now. To further torment herself, Lizzy grinded herself against his stiffness, her lap dance evolving into an intense dry hump. His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing into hers as she continued to tease him through his slacks and her minuscule thong. She couldn't resist. She needed to distract him, and the pleasure radiating from her core was an unexpected bonus. It was regrettable she was planning on stealing his belongings, otherwise, she might have considered inviting him for some fun after her shift. It had been months since she'd been with anyone, and given the impressive size of his arousal, she might be willing to try something less adventurous for a change. Her fingers meandered down to his wrists, her skin teasingly brushing his before she turned her back to him. Offering him an enticing view of her rear, she settled back onto his lap, facing away from him. Lizzy arched her back, aware it accentuated her curves. A sharp curse escaped him as she began to grind against him again, her movement causing a tempting jiggle. A smile tugged at her lips. She had him precisely where she wanted him. "You feel so good, darling," Lizzy purred, exaggerating her moan for effect. She had achieved her objective, his watch now securely in her possession, but she yearned to leave him with a lasting impression of her, a memory to hold onto since she was acquiring something of his. It seemed only fair. Warm, sturdy hands traced their way to her bare waist, his fingers weaving through the fabric of her thong as he drew her closer. A rush of excitement surged through Lizzy that she couldn't stifle, and when his grip on her hips intensified, she released a moan she knew he would appreciate. "Normally, I don't permit clients to touch me," she declared, her voice oozing with allure, fully cognizant that it was a bold-faced lie. "Only the ones you're fond of, correct?" he retorted, his voice gruff as he swept her hair aside to nibble at her earlobe. Lizzy jolted slightly at the sudden pinch, a genuine moan escaping her as her hips instinctively gyrated against his arousal. "Oh, and I'm really starting to find you appealing."