The Mobster and the Soccer Mom

"Where am I? Where are you, Jen? First Amy's car breaks down and she can't make it and now you aren't here either? Is your screwy sense of direction going to ruin my night totally? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm being bitchy, but I've been sitting here alone and Jenny you are just not going to believe this but my boss is here tonight and I swear to God that he's hitting on me. I'm having to hide out in the ladies room to get away from him for a few minutes. I mean, you know that I think he is the most beautiful man alive and I wish to God that he was mine, but his being married is a little something that even I won't allow myself to forget. "

As Jenny listened to Renee blabbering, the full extent of her mistake began to dawn on her. She was in the wrong place. "Renee, listen to me. You're right. You can't sleep with a married man, and I swear to God that I am going to get a G.P.S., okay? I've got to go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow. "

After Jenny slipped the phone into her bag, she backed up a couple of steps. Richard was staring at her with one eyebrow raised. How the hell did men do that? It was the sexiest thing and she had to get out of there now. "Okay. So you were right. So sue me. I got lost. Again. What is this place, anyway? "

"This place is my bar. Simple as that. People come here to drink, and they usually don't leave by themselves. " He was still leaning back against the desk. He appeared relaxed, but something in the way he held himself made her think of an animal about to attack. The realization that he thought she was his next meal shocked her.

"Okay. Some kind of a meat market, then? Well, I've got to go. Nice meeting you. " Jenny took a deep breath and turned to go. This was it. She wasn't ever going to see him again. That was good, right?

Richard watched her as she moved away from him. Damn, he wasn't going to let her go that easily. Did she think he would?

"So, some married guy is hitting up on your friend tonight? " She stopped and listened. "I'm not married, sweetheart. Are you married? " He moved up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. She went completely still. He leaned into her ear. "Are you? Married? "

Desire slammed into her.

She shook her head. He felt the small negative movement as he inhaled her scent. He let his lips move against her ear as he slowly slid her purse from her shoulder. "Then there's no reason for you to leave so soon, is there? " He dropped her purse to the floor. It made a small thud when it hit the carpet. He stood behind her, dominating her space. He slid one hand over her shoulder to cup her breast. Holy Jesus, she felt sweet. So little. So fine. So incredibly fuckable. He dropped his other hand to her pussy. She jumped and tried to pull away. Son of a bitch. He adjusted his target and moved his hand to cup her other breast. She calmed down and stood still again. He played with her nipples. He kissed her ear again. He held her in his arms and soothed her with small sounds that weren't really words, but seemed to keep her calm and still. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and felt her moan and wiggle against him. As her unconscious undulations continued, he slid one hand down to cup her liquid heat. She stiffened and tried to pull away again.

He sighed and moved his arms to wrap around her waist. He held her tightly. He rocked her gently in his arms.

"Okay, sweetheart. So, I think we've established a couple of things here. Neither one of us is married. And you're not going to let me do you right here, right now. "

Richard felt her gasp and sway at his words. Hell, he thought he had cleaned that up a bit. But he could tell he had excited her. "So, I'm asking myself, what does a lost, little good girl want? " He paused and moved her hair away from one ear. He grabbed the lobe with his teeth and tugged gently. She let out a tiny little sexy moan. "No answer? Well, I think our little good girl wants me to buy her dinner, don't you? Good girls always want dinner first. Let's go before you make me come in my pants. "

Jenny watched in a daze as he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. She stopped and pulled on her hand. "I'm not sleeping with you just because you buy me dinner. "

He smiled. "We'll see. "

Chapter Two

Jenny found herself sitting in the same booth that had been the source of her earlier agitation. The waiter came to take their order. Richard paused long enough to ask if steak was okay with her, and then just ordered for them both. That was fine with her. She didn't think she could cope with a menu or even the smallest of decisions right now.

She looked around the bar while he was talking to the waiter. They were discussing business at the club and an order that had been placed for the weekend. She tuned them out and really studied the room. Now that she wasn't in immediate danger of having her clothes removed from her body, she could breathe easier and notice things.

Her distrust heightened. There were definitely several men scattered around the room that were either bouncers or bodyguards. She couldn't tell which. There was an unobtrusive, black door to the left of the bar. A bouncer stood near it. She watched as an older man walked through. Other than that, nobody left or went through the door again that she could tell.

She looked down at the table. The leather portfolio was closed and pushed to his side. The two phones sat on top.

A half glass of wine was on the table in front of her. She thought she remembered taking a few sips.

The waiter left and he turned his attention back to her. She watched from across the table as he took one of her hands in his. He played with her fingers. "So, Jennifer Babin, how's the wine? "

Trepidation coursed through her.

"I didn't tell you my name is Jennifer Babin. How do you know that? " He continued playing with her hand. He rubbed her palm with his middle finger and stared straight into her eyes.

"I have your debit card, Jennifer. " Jenny sat stunned and panicky as she remembered handing over her card to the bartender to start her tab. She suddenly felt very vulnerable. He smiled diabolically. "And I also have your purse in my office. Don't make the mistake of giving me some kind of moral credit that I don't deserve. I promise you, sweetheart, I am not above holding your things hostage. "

"Well, my name is Jenny. Are you deliberately trying to scare me? Because, to be perfectly honest, it's working. "

He looked dismayed. "I'm not trying to scare you. That would be counter-productive, don't you think? "

"Why do you have two cell phones? " That slipped out. She hadn't meant to ask that.

"What does that have to do with anything? "

"It just seems odd. I don't know anyone with two phones. " She looked away from his penetrating stare and tried to act casual.

"One's personal. One's business. " His tone was harsh. She could tell he hadn't liked the question. "How does two phones scare you, Jenny? "

"It's not just that. Why would you say that? About holding my stuff hostage? "

"I'm just teasing you, sweetheart. Calm down. You're perfectly safe. " He paused. Stroked her hand. "You're as safe as you want to be. "

She took a deep breath. His words and manner enticed her to relax her guard. "Well, you're bound to know you're intimidating. " She looked from her hand captured in his, up to his eyes. "You're so handsome, but those scars- " She felt him jerk. Like she had hurt him. "Don't misunderstand me, please. The scars are handsome, sexy even. But they are scary. They make you look dangerous. And I'm not really good with danger. "

Need pulsed through him. He had to calm her before she bolted. "Nothing's going to hurt you, babe. I haven't been trying to mislead you with anything. You know exactly what my intentions are. I know I'm bigger and stronger than you. But I'll be careful. You're going to like it. "

Pleasure flowed through her at his words. She felt hypnotized, enticed by his pursuit. She tried to break the spell he had on her, and lighten the atmosphere. "Well, since you have my debit-card, does this mean that I am buying you dinner, Richard? " She deliberately used his name to try to get on an even playing field. It didn't seem to work.

He laughed.

"Not in this lifetime, Angel-face. " He paused. He continued to loo

k at her. "You know, you really do look like an angel. I've been so busy trying to get in your pants that I hadn't really noticed. "

"That's really it then? You're just trying to screw me tonight? " She could feel a blush crawl up her face as she asked him that question. "Just like the rest of the people in this place tonight? Trying to find someone to go home with? "