The Kingpin

•04•

  Amelia immediately goes to put her hand on the door handle. The man beside her chuckles before a smirk takes over his lips.

  "I'm not saying you have to stay now, but it wouldn't be the worst thing that's ever happened to you."

  She could feel the knot growing in her chest as she debated her next move. It wasn't like she didn't need the money. At the end of the night, that's all it was about.

  Her hand eased up on the handle until it was placed slowly back into her lap. The Ace gave a small nod before beginning to drive.

  "The first $200 is for tonight. The second is an option."

  Amelia nods, not quite finding herself ready to speak yet, so she didn't say a word for the rest of the ride.

  "Fine. But I don't like quiet girls unless it's better for them to be so."

••••

It had taken a silent half an hour to get to their destination. He glances over at her for a second as she gazes at the property in front of her, lips parted ever so slightly. The Ace pulls himself back out of the moment long enough to get out of the car and walk around to open her door.

She seems a bit put off by his actions but follows him into the house regardless.

"You actually live here?" Amelia asks after a moment.

"I do." He replies simply. "Drink?"

"Bourbon, neat."

The man busies himself with pouring her a glass of the whiskey and soon sets to pouring his own. She takes the drink from his extended left hand and ignores the feeling she gets when their hands touch.

  This is a dangerous man. She can feel it just from being five feet away from him. But, the money is good.

  The money is good. Amelia reminds herself of this as he takes her hand and leads her upstairs before closing the door to what she assumes is his bedroom.

"You weren't what I was expecting." He begins as he walks toward the bed, his back turned to her.

"I don't know how to respond." Amelia answers honestly. She's unsure of what she's supposed to do and this has never really happened before.

  He shrugs and begins to unbutton his shirt before letting it fall to the floor, an undershirt left to hunt at tattoos.

"I can't do all the work." The Ace speaks now but for the first time, his tone doesn't seem threatening. And much to Amelia's surprise, it's just a normal voice.

The color rises to her cheeks for a moment before she nods and slips off her sheer camisole top.

The air in the room is crisp and the man takes a moment to admire her. If he was being honest, he had never seen anyone like Amelia. He wasn't sure he liked this aspect, though.

With his bottom lip being tugged in between his teeth, he walks over to Amelia slowly and rests his hands on her waist. She leans up a bit and presses her lips to his quickly. The only thing she could equate it with would be diving into a pool.

  He quickly returns her advance as his hands glide up her forearms with one pressing gently at the base of her neck to bring her closer. His tongue swiped her lip before she parted her mouth for him. The man sighed into the kiss and things soon grew rough as he lay her on the bed.

Ace took his time undressing the rest of her and she found herself easily slipping off his undershirt before moving downward to his jeans. She sucked kisses up and down his neck as he moaned quietly into her chest.