Hissing Cats

Deirdre's eyes danced along the body of Aidan as he watched her perch on his desk. The sight of her there brought a small smirk onto his lips. He could not prevent the memory of her last night from surfacing, even after banishing Hunter from his sight. She was too.... delicious. He could still remember the sweet taste of her on his tongue, and the sounds of her whimpers. The thought of her trembling body as her skin turned red... her cries... and the smell of salt in the air drove the demons away. The darkness that once overhung Deirdre was now melting into a distant memory. His body relaxed while he leaned back and placed his hands in his lap. He watched the clearly nervous girl as she played with her sleeve. She had put on a long sleeved white shirt, one of his, and her jeans. He doubted she had a bra on considering he ripped that last night.... including her panties, which made him wish to yank her jeans off just to see if she what she was wearing.

Although, he found the greatest pleasure in the peek of kiss marks on her neck, and the smell of his shampoo on her. He rarely brought women to his private hotels or his room. He never planned to sleep with her, but he had. Deirdre did not regret that choice, but he believed she might soon. The female had her hooks in him, and he had to admit he was enjoying the addiction. Forcing those thoughts away, he finally forced his eyes away, mainly from the still damp hair that clung to her shoulders. If he kept looking, he knew he would fuck her on his desk.

"Mrs. Storm." Deirdre finally acknowledged with an amused tone. Those usual hard emotionless eyes now swirled with a playful blue. They were clear, kind, and Aidan was taken slightly back by them. She was starting to understand this man was not what he seemed, but then again he did well to not let her know the darkness that he held in his heart. Despite that, it did not stop her anger towards what happened last night... or was she upset by it? She had to admit, it was... something. She had never in her life felt such pleasure... warmth... or danger. It was a choice and a dare she made out of fear. Why would he turn it down?

Staring at the made unflinchingly, she tried to decide if she was going to scold him, hit him, or simply demand for him to explain everything. Her eyes narrowed allowing for the brilliant colors to darken. He, however, stared right back with unwavering dominance. He was daring her to try and intimate him. Deirdre submitted to no one, and he would only give out the information if he wished to... or if there was something he wanted. Deciding it was best, she was the first to break eye contact and instead looked down at what he was working on. She knew he had not yet answered his unspoken question, however he seemed to not mind. Before her were different documents, although she did not understand a word on them. It looked to be some kind of numbers regarding income and the breakdown of it. That was as far as she got with it.

Finally, she dared to ask her question. "What was the..." She waved her hand, not wishing to speak regarding the shooting. Aidan could not bare the word.

"None of your concern." Deirdre answered and turned from her as he begun to type on his computer. He only stopped to make a quick remark on the piece of paper which held the sales for that week. He was pleased with the numbers considering it was not one of their more... popular events. It was probably their new promotion drink that caused so much flow this week, but he also needed to consider the other.... illegal exchanges they had done to cause for the numbers. He would need to break it down further to be sure, so he knew the next route to take. A business was not just about managing people, but coming up with solutions and understanding what works. His club was his enjoyment, but certainly did not make up the majority of his income.

"You don't get to say that." Aidan hissed at the male, but he did not even look up. "They shot at me... AT me, McGunner."

Deirdre's lip twitched with the want to growl at her, however he held himself still as he flipped his page over. Glancing over the numbers, he let her speak. "You owe me an explanation. You and Hunter were there. I am not so stupid to think you two are not involved somehow."

His hands stopped moving. Aidan tensed up as two blue eyes rose to look up at her. Narrowing his eyes, Deirdre felt a heat burn and boil his blood. He thought of the little girl that stood there... trembling and covered in blood as she watched the horror before her. Aidan... this women who acted so tough and strong was really no more than a child. It was rare when he was so interested in a single person, let alone a women as his. "It was not at you." Dierdre snarled suddenly, but his brave little puppy kept her eyes on his. "It was aimed at my business. You have gotten lax. Have you forgotten your place?"

Standing slowly, the male begun to prowl around the desk. "I am not a puppy, Deirdre. You got me involved, the least you can do is give me an explanation of what the hell is going on!" Aidan had not meant to raise her voice, but it only made her more nervous when he did not yell back.

The male calmly came to stand in front of her back laying a hand on each side of her body. White hair streamed down to veil them... capturing them into their own little world. Intense ice blue eyes stared into hers, yet still she did not break away. Stubborn as he, they stared... saying nothing. "If you do not watch your mouth, I will find something to shut it up." Deirdre warned darkly.

Aidan, annoyed as hell, but trying to get him to understand reached up to brush her fingers along his shoulder. She had learned last night to not touch his chest or back. Not a single time last night had he taken his shirt off. The male had stripped everything, but his shirt. Each time she had touched him there, he had forced her hand away, even tied her to prevent her from touching. She did not know why, but there hide a dark memory. She could see it every single time she reach to touch it. Every single time, he thought she might touch it his eyes darkened and for a second there was a flash of fear. She hoped one day she would be about to ask about it... One day... as if she would be here that long. Once she found her brother, Aidan had full intention of going back home.

"Don't make me ask again." Aidan threatened.

For a second, she thought Deirdre might push back. To her surprise, he just leaned forward to brush his lips along her neck. His tongue traced along her throat making Aidan shiver. Deirdre nearly purred at the taste of her flesh, the sweetness that made him wish to bite her again. He admired the mark he had left her... the mark that announced she was his. Nudging the collar of the shirt away, his tongue dipped under the fabric to lick along her chest before sitting up slightly. "Did you forget where you are, Aidan?" She was surprised he called her by name. She could not recall anytime he had. "There is more than one way to get a point across."

Reminding her of that, Aidan idly brushed her finger along the male's cheek. Her touch left burns along his pale skin. Aidan had discovered she enjoyed touching him, while Deirdre discovered he liked her touching him. She had been terrified of him when she first met him. Even more so, she had believed him to be a demon, yet the more she got to know him... the more she was starting to discover he was not what he seemed to be. He was childish... yet serious. He was so cut off from the world, yet reaching for something. For him, there was something about her touch that made the darkness go away. The memories that haunted him... they disappeared with her. Perhaps it was because she was one of the few that had nothing to do with them.

"I guess even the king has flies around his tail." Deirdre laughed at that, a real laugh. He had no idea why he found that so funny, but before he knew it the man could not stop cracking up. His head throwing back from her as his whole body shook with the sound. Never before had anyone compared the world around him in that way. It had Aidan smiling and before they knew it they were both laughing until finally it turned into slight chuckles. A smile spread across his lips as he came down to her level again. Her, still chuckling smiled up at him.

"I suppose so." Kissing her forehead softly, he pulled away from her and walked around the desk. Pushing himself down, he sat and opened the drawer. Her eyes followed him.

"Hunter picked this up for you." Aidan, curious, turned to look around to him. Even on the desk it was conducted in such a way that it was utter perfection. Papers were placed neatly at one side of the table, a computer perfectly clean and positions in the middle. It was light though, so he could move it if needed. The other side held a cup full of pens and pencils for writing. The dark oak stood out against the white hair male, but that was not what her eyes were looking at. Instead, she was looking at the small stuffed tiger that was now sitting in the drawer. Staring at it for a moment, she could still see the pinkish color left on the white. Blood. Leaning down and over, she plucked it from the desk to pull against her chest. Softly, as if it would break, she brushed her finger along the body and moved to twist the fur.

"I forgot about this." She whispered.

"Stay away from Alexia." Deirdre said suddenly.

"What is the deal with you two anyway?" Aidan asked almost dismissively. Her eyes stared down at the stuffed tiger, playing with it nervously. Something was on her mind. Deirdre watched her from the corner of her eye. He wondered if she knew anything about her brother... about what he was or what he did. Did she even know her brother's connection to the store?

Choosing to save it for another day, he turned his eyes away from her and back to the computer. His work laid on the desk, unfinished. He did not even notice, however. Instead, he folded his arms back in his lap. "He took something of mine." Deirdre said flatly. There was a way he said it that made her believe it was deeper than that. Narrowing his eyes, he forced down the disgust and the sudden memories that flooded his mind. It was so long ago, yet still his anger remained. He could still see Bambi's face as she clenched his arm... He could still see Alexia as he held his hand out to take Bambi away. Bambi... the only person he begged Nickalos to allow him to keep at his side. Each time he got close to someone, they were ripped away. After all, all those years ago Nickalos took him as a product... a thing, so he was no longer a human in that man's eyes. He was a tool. Tools did not have friends... pets... no, those were meaningless to an object.

"Deirdre." Snapping his head up, he looked in the direction of Aidan again to realize she had asked him a question. Brushing his tongue along his lower lip, he back tracked what she had said. She had asked him about the story. Smirking, he said nothing to it. Choosing to not answer, he dismissed the conversation and begun to transfer the information over to the computer again. Aidan decided to let it go this time, although her eyes reminded on him. She wanted to push it further, but she could accept that he even opened up a small amount. She struggled to think this was the same man... this was the same person she feared so much, but now he looked so human... so normal to her as he typed in whatever was on his paper. The numbers meant nothing to her, however that did not stop her from trying to read it.

Aidan reached down to pick up one of the papers. Looking at it, she spoke. "Net amount... gross amount... voids... returns..." She blinked before glancing up to see a slight amused smile from Dierdre. He was enjoying the sight of her there trying to understand what she was reading.

"Net amount is the amount remaining after adjustments have been made from debts, deductions, and expenses." Deirdre explained, even as Aidan looked at him with a blank expression. The confusion was golden, which only made him continue on. "Gross amount includes almost all of the income."

Finally, Aidan just frowned at him. "Stop talking."

Deirdre chuckled at the sight of her confused eyes. It was only then did he realize just how little she knew about the real world or work itself. Based on her background, he had thought she would understand a bit about the numbers and business, but it would seem she understood nothing. To think even that tiny bit of information made her confused.

"Stop laughing at me." She growled at him, but that only made him quiet slightly.

Grinning, he agreed and begun the order. As he did, the male's cell begun to ring. Aidan reached over to look at the ID, and only then did he realize his mistake to soon. "Who is White?"