Bad girls do it better pt 1

2020, February 14th

(Capital City, Warlanda)

Aaron turned his back on Keira. She watched him as he dismissed the waiter who had been stationed at his table all night and discreetly brought the partition around, doing away with the crack she'd slipped through to get to him.

He took his jacket off, turned around and laid it down neatly over his chair. Then he walked up to her as he took his cufflinks off and rolled up his sleeves. The sight of him coming towards her sent a thrill all the way from her head, down her spine, to her groin, straight to her toes. Keira didn't believe in allowing men the power to make her toes curl. In her line of work that shit was too dangerous, but tonight she wasn't a soldier or an assassin. Was anyone in his presence?

She'd heard the stories of Aaron's risqué exploits and had been eagerly awaiting becoming one herself. Now that the time had come, however, Keira felt her inexperience with men knock her on her ass. The idea of him making her nervous was laughable. She dismissed it immediately.

He took small, deliberate steps towards her, taking his time getting closer, eyes darkening in ways she'd yet to see them do.

She was the kind of woman that had anything goes, oh but be careful what you wish for written all over her. Keira Dormer was an untamable predator. Playing with her was the kind of thing that would come back to bite you in the ass. She'd hurt so sweetly that you'd want her to do it again, knowing she never would. He knew because he'd seen too many women react to him the way he was reacting to her.

Voices around them fighting to be heard in the bustling restaurant. Somehow his belt buckle was still the loudest sound in the place.

As a rule for one night stands and frankly in general, Aaron avoided the Keira Dormers of the world. Femme Fatale was like looking in a mirror on a particularly disastrous night, such as this one. Nothing but trouble. He was already that. The last thing he needed was to tempt fate by spending the night with her. There'd be no keeping her in check. Oh the places they could end up. Who knew what this night would look like when they reached the end of it?

Finally before her, he took the glass out of her hand and sat it down on the table.

"Whatever Lady Maine said to you must really have fucked with your head. This isn't The Casanova of Caines' MO," Keira said playfully, slipping her fingers into the front of his pants. "If it were, I imagine I'd have caught a close up of a lot more of you by now."

"Is the heat level too high for you, Killshot? If you came here to talk about her, frankly to talk at all, then you're wasting my time and this is over," said Aaron, hiking her dress up her thighs ever so slightly.

She was right. Aaron was discreet. One might be inclined to disagree on account of all the scandals, but more times than not that was by design. Him making a nuisance of himself to get to his parents. Aaron took calculated risks. The public only saw what he was okay with them seeing.

Tonight's Aaron gave even less of a damn than The Casanova of Caines ever had. The Casanova of Caines had rules. No smart women. There were exceptions of course, but back then he didn't pick up women for long term relationships. He and Emily's messed up will they/won't they situation was stressful enough.

Whomever the woman of the evening was, he spent a max of an hour getting her to a hotel. After that, it happened so fast, it often had their heads spinning. They hooked up and everything was over within half an hour. Then he was out the door, leaving her to spend the night at some or other luxury hotel by herself.

No playbook for Keira. He'd spent his entire life playing by the rules. No attachments other than his family and Emily. He worked hard. Followed insane schedules. Where did it get him? His mind stopped him mid brooding, because tonight his disaster of a life had led him to her.

Casanova of Caines, my ass. How much of a player could he really have been if he spent his time avoiding chicks? Especially ones like her. Secretly he'd been craving the challenge for years. She'd be the ultimate conquest. An alpha female the likes of which he's never bedded before.

His heated glare, her stone cold eyes. The primal energy between them. They were both blowing smoke. Her to reassert confidence and him to shut her up.