Control by M. S. Willis Page A

I
turned in my seat looking for him.  When I spotted him, I noticed that he
was chatting up a pretty brunette over by the dance floor.  She was looking
at him with interest and kept lightly touching him in response to something he
said.  I should have been jealous to see him like this, but I couldn’t
help but hope that maybe, Alex was finally moving on.
    “Where’s
your white knight, Damsel?”  That familiar low timbre voice called from
behind me.
    I
turned to see Daemon staring down at me and he momentarily looked over in the
direction of Alex.  His eyes narrowed when he saw Alex and the brunette
and I could see his body physically tense.  I looked between him and Alex
and shrugged my shoulders.  “Uh, he’s over there talking to an old friend
of his.”
    Daemon
eyed Alex again and then raised one eyebrow. “A friend?  Okay, Damsel, we
can go with that if you want.”  I nodded my head in response and then
started playing with the little straw in my drink.  Daemon moved closer
behind me and then leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You know, if you were my girl, I wouldn’t take time away from you to talk to a friend .”  His
lips brushed my ear and tremors ran through my body.  He must have felt me
shake because he smiled knowingly at me and his gaze darkened slightly.  I
had to play this off.
    “Yeah,
well, you know how it is; we’ve been together so long that we’re kind of like
an old married couple now.”
    Daemon
cocked an eyebrow at me and I realized what I had just said.  He moved to
stand to my side and reached up to trace his finger along my jaw.  As good
as that felt, I pulled my head away to appear disinterested.  He smiled
and those dimples of his popped out causing me to melt a little.  I
decided to play along even more.  I leaned up to whisper into Daemon’s
ear. “Tell me something.  What do you mean by ‘if I was your girl’?”
    Daemon
flashed me a seductive grin and I realized I had stumbled into dangerous
territory.  Daemon looked over to where Alex was standing and after
deciding that he was otherwise preoccupied, reached out and took my hand. 
He started pulling me towards the same back storage area from the other
night.  I hesitated to follow him at first but then remembered my
mission.  Deciding that getting him alone might help me get the
information I wanted, I got up and followed behind him.
    When we
reached the back room, Daemon opened the door and motioned for me to walk
through.  I walked straight to the other end of the room, taking the
position that I had the other night.  Daemon closed the door and locked it
and then blocked it when he continued standing in front of it.
    I spoke
first.  “Well, here we are…in a locked room…together.  Feels
familiar, although, I’m not a raging lunatic tonight so there’s really no need
for the lock and barricade.”
    He let
out a low chuckle and my knees started giving out beneath me.  What is
up with this guy and how is he doing this to me?
    Daemon
looked amazing as usual.  He had on a dark blue t-shirt that brought out
the crystal blue of his eyes and his dark jeans hung off his hips, yet still
perfectly hugged his bottom.  His hair was stylishly messy and he had his
usual five o’clock shadow peppered along his jaw. I imagined what that stubble
would feel like scraping across my skin and had to stop the mental imagery
before I lost it. He was slowly stalking towards me when he finally responded.
“Yes, it does feel familiar.  However, I never know what you are going to
do next, so the lock is just added security.”  He stopped when he was a
few feet in front of me.  “Why are you here, Damsel?”
    I
flinched at his use of that word but I played it off and acted like a professional. 
I cleared my throat. “I’m here for the same reason everyone is I guess; music,
alcohol, dancing.  You know, fun with the boyfriend and all.”
    By the
time I was done spewing out that pathetic excuse he had