Ride The Lightning

"I'm too old for you, kid." There was something about the tone of his voice and the way he let his cigarette dangle from his mouth that made her skin crawl with anger. His curls wild against the strong frame of his face, Kirk leaned against the dirty brick wall with his head tilted back, those dark eyes peering down and undressing her with his gaze, though he wouldn't admit that. She was looking as delectable as ever, in that tiny tight red dress, the same color that stained her lips. Her hair messy and sexed up, it shot all the blood in his body south and it took every ounce of restriction in him to not yank her by the hand, take her to the back and have her then and there. His hands stuffed in his pockets and arrogance polluting the air around him. The dim light caught the sparkles in his eyes, casting shadows on his face and body. Sweat glistened his forehead, never had she seen a man that looked so good, even James. He puffed some of the toxic smoke out of his mouth and through his nostrils, a smug smirk creeping up on his face. "Give it up."

Annoyance jolted through her veins like lightning, crossing her arms and peering back up at him. Victoria painted her pretty face with a scowl and disgust. The audacity he had, to treat her like she was some kind of fucking groupie. Like he could talk to her as he pleased, without an ounce of respect, all while his friend and her lover were in the room next door.

"Who said I'm here for you, Kirk?" Despite being shorter than him, the look in her eyes was just as challenging as his.