| GirlxGirl | • N E W V E R S I O N • |I want to wake each morning in your arms comforted by your oddity seduced by your knowledge of my ways and I want you to crack my heart of glass| • Songs: Olivia O'Brien- Find What You're Looking For Sam Smith (Acoustic)- Too Good At Goodbyes Julia Michaels- Worst In Me Labyrinth- Jealous Noah Cyrus- Make me (Cry) Julia Michaels- Uh Huh James Arthur- Is This Love? Chord Overstreet- Hold On James Arthur- Trainwreck • "This is so wrong." I whispered, licking my lips. My body shivered at the look in her eyes. No one has ever looked at me with such longing and desire before. Her hand glided across my cheek, her skin like silk. I knew she was my student and I knew this was completely and utterly wrong, but I just couldn't help myself. "Stop thinking so much." She stepped towards me, causing me to step back. This prowl continued until my butt bumped the front of my desk. Her hands settled on either side of me, bracing on the desk. Her fingers clenched, her knuckles turned white. "Dammit." She cursed, an almost sad look in her beautiful eyes. Then all at once her hands cupped my face, pulling me further into the raging tide that was her. I couldn't help but dive right in.

"You think The Agency is saving this nation? Think again." For Max, The Agency is all she has ever known. Hunting terrorists, protecting the city, serving the flag. But when she meets Iris, a supposed terrorist she was sent to kill, she learns of a dark secret which will change everything she has ever believed in, and bring her world crashing down around her.

Once Violet enters the club, she looks and acts just like your average stripper. No one can question her beauty or argue with you in regard to her rocking body. She is able to put most men into a trance with just the swing of her hips. Truth be told, the only thing different about this little Violet is the secret she holds. This one devastating secret shattered her perfect life into pieces, causing her to leave her old life behind. Unfortunately, truth be told nobody is able to run from their past forever. Somehow, somewhere, somebody always finds out; forcing you to face your personal demons as those in her past try to take over her life and turn her into something she refuses to become.

This is a spinoff series of "Assisting Miss Adams" (GirlxGirl): After moving away from Baldwin the summer after graduation, Sam and Megan embark on a brand new journey with new challenges around every corner. While Sam learns how to successfully manage "Jinx 2", Megan continues to pursue a higher education at Mizzou University. This series of shorts take place an entire year after moving to Columbia.

"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.