Lastly (L.T.)

Chapter 5

I turned around, annoyed with myself for being so caught in my head that I didn't realize someone was behind me, and came face to face with the man from the store earlier today. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a black dress shirt and his hair slicked back.

"Fancy seeing you here, love."

I hated the way my stomach dropped when he said the word love. I had no idea who he was, he was just some guy I met in a clothing store.

"Hello." I responded, my voice coming out barely above a whisper. I wanted to fucking slap myself.

"You here with anyone?" He asked politely, with a sinister undertone.

I knew what he was asking. I had a job to do, but Louis Tomlinson, whomever he was, was nowhere to be found. I supposed there was nothing wrong with enjoying myself a little then. After all, I was supposed to be getting to know the place.

I smiled at him, sincerely this time, "nope, all alone."

He gave me a smirk that made my stomach twist in knots and offered me his arm.

I took it gladly and looked to him, surprised to see he was only a few inches taller than me. Subconsciously I wondered what it would be like to watch him in a fight. He looked like he was fast, but he wasn't skinny either, so he could hit hard, I guessed. Jay would love to get his hands on someone like him.

He leads me to a booth near the front of the club and away from the stripper section. The booth was big, it looked like we were in some sort of VIP section, because several of the booths around us were empty but the rest of the club was packed.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

I debated whether or not to tell him the truth, I needed to stay under the radar. I decided against lying, if I ended up drunk it would be hard to remember an alias, and I hadn't even seen Louis anyways.

"Kestrel," I responded with a smile, "you?"

I moved closer to him in the booth, making it clear I was flirting. I had the night off now, and he was hot. I was in the mood for some fun.

"Tommo," he responded.

It was a strange name. Short for Thomas maybe?

At that moment, a waiter carrying a tray of drinks approached us and set the entire tray down on the table.

I glanced from Tommo to the waiter in shock, we hadn't ordered anything.

"Want anything?" he asked, gesturing to the tray and picking a drink out for himself.

I pulled a few shots off the tray, drowning them in a few gulps while he watched me shamelessly.

"Very good at that, aren't you love?" He smirked, kicking back his own drink, which was quite a bit larger than mine, and setting it on the table empty.

I was a gangster, of course I could drink.

I smirked at him again and pulled another shot off the tray, and instead of drinking it or handing it to him, I placed my other hand under his chin, tilting it up so I could pour the drink into his mouth. His eyes never left mine the entire time, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't understand why he had such an effect on me. I had been with plenty of men, but it had never felt like this, and all he had done was tell me his name and buy me a drink. I could feel the alcohol starting to blur my senses. It felt good.

We continued to drink for another hour, rarely speaking, but when we did it was about things that didn't matter: the room, the dancers, the drinks. Subconsciously we were moving closer and closer to one another until his leg was pressed up against mine. I was drunk and he was too and I didn't care.

We got to a pause in our conversation to throw back more drinks. I couldn't remember what we had been talking about. The drinks were messing with my senses. It was hot in here, and damn he looked good.

Without thinking, I kissed him. Moving my lips with his, I expected him to pull back in shock, but instead he pushed back against me, and I felt his tongue move into my mouth. He tasted like sugar and alcohol, and his scent was sweet and heavy and intoxicating. I couldn't tell how long the kiss lasted for but it ended up being me who pulled back first.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, "want to dance, love?"

I smirked at him and scooted out of the booth, standing up without a word.

He returned the look, standing up and throwing off his suit jacket into the booth and rolling up his sleeves. He must've been roasting in that, I was hot in just my dress. He offered me his arm again like something out of a movie and displaying me like arm candy. Normally, I would have been pissed at the behavior, but instead it felt good; like I had a stamp on my forehead reading 'I'm with Tommo' and I had a feeling I looked good next to him. I was dark and often unapproachable, but he seemed to be the same way, so we fit like puzzle pieces.

He led me to the dance floor, and it was strange to see the way people moved out of his way, like they did for me at headquarters, like they were afraid of him. I felt something in the back of my mind flash a red sign at me, like something was wrong, but I didn't know what and I didn't care.

He spun me around once and then pulled me against him hard so my body crashed into his. I was right, he was stronger than he looked. He kept a firm grip on my hips and crashed his lips into mine. I kissed him hard and snaked my arms up around his neck, pushing on of my hands into his hair and holding onto the collar of his shirt with the other.

We swayed to the music, making out and keeping our hips plastered together. The music picked up a bit and he broke the kiss, turning me so he could kiss my neck from behind.

I pushed my hips against his, giving him a bit of grind, and making it clear what I wanted.

He smirked and wrapped a hand around the bottom of my jaw, pulling the side of my head back towards his mouth.

"Want to get out of here love?"