Predator's Desire

Playing With Fire

Emerald had never before seen her father this furious. Gone was the calm understanding atmosphere they had shared together not seconds ago and standing in its place was a hell-hath-no-fury-like-mine, Lucifer reincarnate that looked strikingly similar to her father!

"Papa?" Emerald asked hesitantly. Angelo didn't respond, instead he glowered at something behind him.

What was wrong with him? Why was he so upset at seeing this 'Lorenzo'? She couldn't even see the new intruder; her father had managed to shuffle her behind him somehow. Something touched her hand, distracted Emerald craned her neck to come face to face with, "Freddy! Harry!" She smiled at their company.

Harry plucked her out of her fathers shadow with a polite 'excuse me' and with Freddy close behind her they walked over to where Sara and Kira where dancing together, a right giggling mess they were too.

Freddy grasped Emeralds hand and Harry did the same before taking Freddy's so that they formed a circle of happy friends.

Stranger and father forgotten for the moment, Emeralds couldn't help but laugh as the three spun around in gay circles, Kira and Sara stopped there own dancing and giggled as they joined the dizzy spinning circle and even Alberto had decided to join as the circle grew larger with strangers and friends alike. Everyone was laughing and everything was spinning. Emerald world tilted and spun making her feel like she was floating on air.

Unfortunately for her she never noticed the looming figure that stood waiting for her as she made another rotation, never saw the strong pair of arms that wrapped around her waist and plucked her from the fun circle, and couldn't even let out a cry of surprise before she was dancing again just as the first song ended and another began.

Stunned, she let herself play the part of ragdoll in this stranger's hands for a while as he glided her around other pairs of couples on the dance floor with all the ease of an oceans undercurrent. The man seemed to be a skilled dancer Emerald admitted to herself but then she felt it.

Anger.

There you are. She thought relieved out of her shocked silent reprieve. She took a breath as she shoot the stranger a murderous glance ready to dig into the fool when she felt herself having to take another because the man before her had left her breathless.

Smoldering golden orbs that looked deep into her own, with matching long locks of devastatingly blonde hair so golden it appeared to be spun gold, fell down to the nape of his neck and brushed his jaw. He had chiseled features that looked like they had been carved by the angels themselves, and the look he gave her, a look she had seen to many a time to not know exactly what it was, stole all the air from her and kept her fury at bay as she appreciated the living Adonis before her. The man smirked as if catching on to the reason for her stunned silence.

"Do I take your breath away like you do mine?" A deep husky voice that promised endless possibilities whispered in her ear hotly. His breath tickling her skin as it fanned out warmly onto her neck. She gasped lightly, finally remember she should breathe if she wanted to stay in the land of the living.

"I can take your breath so easily? Handsome stranger that is the least I can do." Emerald felt the bold words leave her mouth before she could stop to think about them. Shit! She thought to herself, I sound like I want to get him in bed! She let out a long mournful groan in her head, I'm afraid I've fanned the flames to his already large ego, Emerald scolded herself. Besides, she reminded herself, she had seen better and it was true.

A low rumble shook her body and she realized it wasn't a sudden earthquake it was the man dancing with her laughing. It was then Emerald also noticed how close they were dancing with each other. She was basically standing on his feet pressed flush against his body as they moved in unrehearsed harmony.