Touching Angel's Desires (27 page)

“Dan is due any minute. Could you beep me when he arrives?” she told
the girls.

“Sure,” Bailey said. Angel pretended not to notice the odd look that
passed between them. Damn it, was she not allowed a personal life?

She went through the double doors to the piano bar. It was quiet,
there were only a few clients hanging around and workers socializing with one
another. Angel smiled around the room, then checked her watch. It was bang on
seven. Dan was always on time. In the eight months he had been working at the
club, he had never been late unless there were unforeseen circumstances, such
as traffic, and he always called in to explain.

Her heart started to thump. Would he be on time? Would he keep her
waiting? Just then, her beeper sounded and instantly a happy calm filled her.
He had come! She remembered the last time she saw him after Stacie’s departure—he
had not been impressed with her at all. Her happiness was abruptly elbowed out
of the way by a sudden rush of nausea at the thought of that bitch, the first
time she’d thought of her since last weekend.

She stood up and calmly made her way to reception. It wouldn’t do to
look too eager. She deliberately slowed her pace, but was shocked at how greedy
she was to see him. Angel stood before the double doors, counting to ten before
walking through. He stood leaning against the reception desk, talking to the
girls. She spent a moment admiring him.

His jeans hung low beneath his black bomber jacket. His hair was
windswept and his face was relaxed and animated as he chatted. Her whole body prickled
with
goosebumps
and she felt sick with nerves.
Shannon glanced over to her.

“Hello, Dan,” Angel said, walking toward him.

He turned around. His brown eyes looked at her neutrally and his
smile was polite. Her throat became tight. Was he still angry with her?

“Thank you for coming,” she said. “Would you follow me please?”
Matching his cool, she walked past him toward her office, not looking to see if
he was following.

She opened the office door and walked through, letting it close
behind her so Dan had to catch it to enter himself. She watched as he removed
his jacket and placed it on the sofa before taking a seat. Angel had to
forcibly stop herself from jumping him where he sat. She had to be professional
and somehow lure him in her bedroom.

“How are you?” she asked, sitting on one of the matching chairs,
rather than snuggling up to him on the sofa which was what she would rather be
doing.

“I’m great, not bad at all, and yourself?” he asked. She barely
listened to his words—she was too busy drowning in his irresistible charm. She
stared at his lips as he spoke, desperately needing those lips to suck on her
nipples.

“I am fine. Well apart from running around like a mad woman. The
ball isn’t far off now.”

“I bet. I can imagine it takes loads of arranging.”

“It certainly does.”

“So what did you need to ask me, Angel?”

Angel nearly fainted as his mouth shaped her name. She loved to hear
him say her name, usually when they were having sex. She cleared her throat
abruptly, bringing herself back into the conversation.

“I need to make sure all the workers are happy. What you would like
to be doing on the night?”

“Why are you asking my opinion? You normally just put me with
whoever you want.”

“Well, maybe that hasn’t been the best idea. I value your opinion.”

Angel watched his eyes go out of focus, staring at a point beyond
the walls. He shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t really care. I gather Stacie
hasn’t been in touch?”

“No, not to my knowledge. Sorry.” She hoped he couldn’t tell that
she wasn’t in the slightest bit sorry and hoped that she never got in touch
again.

She watched his face for his response. It was totally blank.

Angel waited for him to speak, but he was silent. Her heartbeat
thudded in her ears.

“Dan, are you happy?” She sat back in shock at her own question. Where
on earth had that come from?

“Yes, why?” he answered, confusion washing over his face.

“Well, the last time we spoke to one another—”

He interrupted, “I was annoyed. I couldn’t understand why you
thought I needed to move Stacie onto the next stage. She was doing so well, and
I thought if I was good to her then she might bring her money back, that was
all. She was easy cash, not to mention she had a fantastic sexy figure.”

Angel felt a rush of jealousy. “Are you saying she was a good shag?”

“She wasn’t bad. I have had much worse.”

“I bet she was a bit boring though, a bit vanilla?”

“She was showing promise,” he said. A light glinted in his eyes and
he stared off into space again.
Is he
thinking about her?
Angel thought, nearly mad with jealousy. She could
barely believe her mouth when the next question came blurting out.

“And, what about me?”

“What about you?”

“In bed? How am I?”

“You’re good.”

“Good? Is that it? Just ‘good’?”

“What do you want me to say, Angel?” he asked, leaning forward,
turning his stare on her. There was a hint of something dark in his eyes which
made her uneasy. “You’re a good screw.”

“Is that it?” Her heart wrenched. Was that all he saw in her? A good
screw?

“Well, it’s not as if we have an equal partnership, is it?
 
Every time we have sex you are domineering, telling
me what to do. You never allow me to take control and you speak to me like I’m
a piece of shit.”

“Do I?”

“Yes, Angel, you do.”

Angel hardened her expression, worried he could see too much. She
could never let him see how much she longed for him. Of course he told the
truth. She was domineering, demanding, and sometimes treated him like a slave,
forcing him to sleep with her. But he knew that was just
roleplay
,
didn’t he? Did he really think that’s all it was, that she just used him for
sex? If she were brutally honest with herself, that was what it had been, at
first. But then deeper feelings started to develop and she’d panicked, not
knowing what to do.

Showing emotion was weakness. If you love someone, all you do is
give them power to hurt you. Angel had always firmly believed this. So Dan
could never know how much she loved him. But he had the power to hurt her
anyway, even not knowing. He hurt her by his indifference, by the empty sex. Could
he hurt her any more if he knew? The words hovered on her lips. But, once again
she backed out, reverting to the tried and tested.

“How about we try something a little different then? How about we go
into my room and have you control me instead?” she said, leaning forward so her
cleavage showed to the max, half-lidding her eyes and pouting her best Marilyn
pout.

“Are you serious?” he said, rearing back from her, his eyes widening
with shock.

“Yes, you can punish me for being a naughty girl.”

He laughed, a short mirthless harrumph. “You wouldn’t have a clue
how not to be in control. You wouldn’t last ten seconds.”

“I would. Let me show you,” she answered, trying hard not to beg.

He looked at her, shaking his head from side to side.

“I mean it.”

“Angel, you are the owner of this place. You demand and force your
power on everyone. No one would dare say no to you. This is a complete wind-up.”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No. I used to be, but not anymore. It’s just difficult to know whether
you’re joking or being serious.” Angel despaired as she listened to him. How
could she get him to understand, without revealing her feelings? Tough as Angel
was, she just wanted someone to love her, and that someone was Dan.

“Will you make love to me?” she asked, anxiously gazing at him,
feeling the pit of her stomach aching. He frowned. Maybe he was wondering
whether he had heard her correctly.

“Please, Dan, will you make love to me?” she repeated. Dan stared
long and hard at her. “I am being serious.” She began to panic. He wasn’t responding,
or saying anything.

He stood up and she felt a rush of panic. He was leaving her. He was
heading out of the door. Oh God, she should have kept her big mouth bloody shut
and never told him the truth.

But instead, Dan stopped in front of her, and took her hand, pulling
her to her feet. She stood up, looking in his eyes, suddenly fearful. What was
he up to? He led her around the desk toward the door of the flat. As realisation
set in, she began to worry. She was about to embark on the biggest challenge of
her life, allowing Dan to control her. She knew she must hold herself back, she
needed to prove to him she’s not domineering, demanding and that she really didn’t
think he was a piece of shit. Could she bear to give up the power, the control?

Angel watched him push the bedroom door open, and hold it open for
her to precede him. She loved the feel of his hand in hers, his warm skin under
her fingers. How could simply holding someone’s hand feel so intimate? Her whole
body trembled with anticipation

Dan closed the door behind him, releasing her hand, which felt cold
with the absence of his. He came around to face her and she quivered. How would
she stop herself from ravishing him? Angel gazed up into his gorgeous brown
eyes. He moved closer to her. She could feel his body heat—his presence
electrified her. Angel tried to breathe slowly, dropping her gaze to the floor.

Dan placed his hand under her chin, lifting her face up. She tried
not to collapse on the floor with desire. Their eyes met, engaging. Angel’s
body erupted just from the meeting of their gazes. Lightning bolts raced
through her, leaving her weak. Angel watched his face move closer to her,
feeling his breath on her skin. He kissed her, a gentle touch of his lips on
hers. She took in a shuddering breath, resisting the urge to drag him to the
bed.

He dropped light kisses on her mouth. She tried not to respond any
more than simply pursing her lips to acknowledge his, wanting to follow his
lead. His hands moved around her back, his kisses becoming heavier. She
responded. He drew her body closer to his, running his hands up and down her
back, then slowly onto her shoulders and arms. Angel’s body weakened with
desire, feeling Dan was about to take her into another world, somewhere new.

His phone rang, puncturing the moment.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” he said, glancing at the screen. He
released her, moving away to answer it. Dan went silent. Angel listened,
hearing him say. “No, that’s fine, no problems at all.” She watched as he hung
up and put the phone back into his back jeans pocket. Dan moved back to her, a
lightness in his step and a smile in his eyes. He took hold of Angel and pulled
her into his body, his hands cupping her buttocks as he took possession of her
lips, pressing his tongue against them.

Angel opened her mouth, allowing him to roll his tongue around hers.
She circled her tongue around the tip of his before dipping it into his mouth.
He tasted of toothpaste. Dan pressed his hand on the back of her head, kissing
her deeply, his other hand around her waist, pinning her to him. Angel thrilled
at his control.

Dan released her, grabbing the bottom of her top, pulling it up and
over her head. He tossed it in a corner then locked his lips back on hers. She
felt his hands caressing her breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs brushing
her hardened nipples through the lace. He plunged them together, squeezing with
an intensity that was almost painful, wonderfully so.

His mouth pulled away from hers. She closed her eyes, feeling his
lips wandering to her cheeks, then nibbling at her ear. Sparks shot down to her
lower abdomen—she shuddered with excitement, dropping her head back as he
kissed her neck. He ran his lips down the column of her tendons to the hollow
of her throat, blowing and kissing alternately, causing delicious tingles on
her skin.

His mouth moved lower. He buried his face in her cleavage, moving
from one swell to the other, pushing them together, then flicking his tongue
over her nipples through the lace before running his tongue down the valley
between them, nibbling with gentle teeth. His hands wandered around to her back,
finding the fastening of her bra. She resisted the urge to help him, reminding
herself of the point of this exercise, to allow him total control of her. Angel
felt the back of the bra peel away. Dan moved his hands to the top of her
shoulders, taking hold of the bra straps and pulling the garment down her arms to
reveal her naked breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect waiting for his attention.

The bra went the same way as the top. His hands cupped her breasts, pushing
them together. He leaned down, kissing her breasts moving from one nipple to
the other, flicking his tongue over them until he sucked in a mouthful of her
right breast, flattening his tongue out, licking and sucking until she nearly
screamed out as divine sensations flooded her body.

She felt his tongue flicking over the nipple, then a tingle as he
clamped his teeth around her bud, tugging it slightly. Angel’s body jerked, and
a moan escaped.