Extraordinary

A/N: Picture of Lydia's hair colour/style to the right c: Updates in a few!

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Prologue

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I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his chiseled face closer as I pressed myself firmly against him. I didn't know who he was, but I knew the job would be easy enough. I'd probably earn an extra tip for this 'special service,' anyway. Might as well enjoy myself at work.

Random assholes at the bar were always looking for someone to use as their new bootycall. Sure, as an underage stripper, I was definitely asking for it. But that didn't mean I had to lose my self-respect and actually go all the way. This was what I had to put up with if I wanted to keep food on the table for me and Kendra, and I wasn't about to complain.

Feeling my tongue asking for entrance against his lips, the mystery guy groaned in response, tugging my long, cotton-candy blue hair roughly to the side for easier access to my neck.

I let out a low hiss at his aggression. I mean, jeez! My scalp was going to be raw at the rate things were going. But I maintained my composure, taking out my anger through seduction. I gently nipped at his lower lip, tracing his mouth with my tongue. He let out a low moan, tightening his grip around my waist. I trailed a light finger down his chest, only stopping at the band of his jeans.

Not that I'd actually do anything.

But it was kind of fun to see how he tensed, pulling me even closer. I could feel him smoothly taking control of the kiss, and I gladly floated into submission as he took me to Cloud 9.

I didn't care if we were in the men's bathroom, or that hundreds of people were packed into the club outside. I didn't mind that guys coming in here to do their business were probably perving on our little makeout session.

It was just me and him. 

We were, er, totally keeping it professional. 

And... and I knew the boss would applaud me! That was it. Hey, he might even offer me a raise. The more time this guy spends at the club, the more drinks he'll buy. More profit for the club, aye?

I eagerly jumped back into the kiss, pushing away the bubbling emotion mounting in my chest. 

I felt one guy watching me with hungry eyes. I flashed him the bird behind my mystery guy's back; he scowled and turned away. 

I think the guy I was kissing might've seen, because he chuckled softly in my ear. I smiled against his lips as he burned a trail of kisses down my neck. I shuddered at his touch, my eyes fluttering closed.

A girl could get used to this.

The bathroom door flew open with a loud crack.

"Lydia! What the fuck are you doing?" Charlie shouted. He spat out a low string of expletives, kicking an empty tequila bottle to the side. "You need to get your ass back on that stage in five minutes!" 

His hands were clenched at his sides, and it looked like he was about to explode. His soft, russet-brown hair was sticking up in tufts, and his hollow cheeks were puckered in annoyance.

I restrained the urge to laugh. He looked so cute when he was angry! 

The mystery guy stiffened. Oh, right. Stage. Job. Life. Shit.

Sighing, I pulled away from him, shaking out my hair until it returned to its sexy glory.

Not.

But I did what I could. 

Seeing him clearly now in the bright light of the men's bathroom, my mouth dropped open. Mussed, charcoal-black hair cast shadows across the perfect planes of his face. His intense, startlingly grey eyes bore into mine.

I cast my eyes away, heart hammering a mile a minute.

No way.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in those hauntingly familiar motorcycle boots planted on either side of my small frame, his black leather jacket hanging open over a plain white shirt that clung to his toned chest.

Inhaling the scent of cigarettes and fresh evergreen lingering on his skin, I felt faint.

No. Fucking. Way.

The world seemed to sway beneath my feet.

His eyes widened a fraction, the most emotion I'd ever seen from him outside of school besides his signature smirk. He appeared equally surprised as recognition hit him.

How couldn't I have realized sooner?

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I swallowed, hard. "Lachlan."

His eyes flickered to my lips at the sound of his name, and then back up to meet my gaze. The clouded lust was still in his eyes, and as much as I hated to face it, I knew that mine were reflecting the same thing.

He quickly wiped all traces of shock from his face, his mouth curving back into a smirk. He raised an eyebrow at the cut-off band tee ending far above my pierced navel, the tight jeans and spiked heels that my boss, Charlie, had so carefully selected. 

"Lydia. Fancy meeting you here." 

His smooth, velvet voice sounded just like it did at school: slightly sleepy in that sexy, just-woke-up way, but intense at the same time. 

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. 

Lachlan's smirk only widened. "Looks like you've got some explaining to do."