Sierra came out of the bathroom to find her path blocked by a familiar face. Andrew. Her heart began to speed up for a moment when she met his heavy lidded gaze, "Hey..." she greeted, trying to get back in control of herself. He always seemed to have her losing   

He leaned in closer to her, crowding her space, "I saw you dancing out on the floor, looked like you were having fun. Brought back old memories...made think about how you used to dance for me." His words slid over her, making her shiver. She didn't like traveling down memory lane, not with him and not the places where they had gone together.

"That was a long time ago. Goodnight, Drew." Sierra remarked in a flat tone, moving to step around him. Andrew side stepped blocking her path and cornering her against the wall. Her heart began to thump in beat to the fast paced music as the situation seemed to take a sudden turn.

Andrew grabbed hold of her hip, pushing her back, "Come on, you were always my Funtime girl." Sierra felt sick to her stomach at the fact that he was basically calling her a whore. His whore. She put her hand to his chest and pushed back against him.

"Well I'm someone else's Funtime girl. Now if you get out of my way...I'm done with this conversation." He lost the lopsided smirk that had been on his face. Clearly her denial of him was not what he had expected, which told her exactly what he thought of her.

Easy as they came. She liked sex, and she wasn't shy about when and who she wanted to be sexual with. That didn't make her easy, that just made her a modern day woman who understood she was in control of her own body.

"From what I've heard your everyone's Funtime girl. Don't act like such a prude, Sierra." He hissed into her ear. The smell of the alcohol he had obviously drunk to much of clouded her space.

She pushed against him harder, "Let me go, Andrew. You're drunk, and making an ass of yourself." The lights on the dance floor played against his face, casting it into shadows. They morphed his face until he looked like a monster looming over her.

"Is there a problem, Andy?" A deep voice spoke over the loud music. Sierra peaked around Andrew to see Scottie dressed in nice slacks and a button up shirt. He looked like he belonged a magazine cover, nothing like how he had looked the other day. Though she would take him either way at the moment.

"Just catching up with and old friend. You remember, Sierra Palmer? You had a huge crush on back in high school, right?" Andrew stepped back, giving her room as he turned to his friend drunkenly. Sierra looked up at Scottie with a bit of surprise but he kept his eyes focused on Andrew, "You were just to chicken to talk to her...so I did. Worked out well for me, isn't that right?" He threw a look over his shoulder at Sierra. All of this was news to her.

Scottie came forward toward Andrew with a friendly smile, though it seemed forced, "alright buddy. I think you've had too much for one night. Let's call you a cab and get you home." He grabbed hold of Andrew, throwing an arm around his neck.

Sierra watched the interaction closely, happy that he had somehow shown up to save her. Scottie gave her a small look before nodding to one of the bouncers by the front door. He moved through the crowd quickly, "what's up boss?"

"See to it that my friend gets into a cab to go home." They transferred Andrew between themselves. Scottie patting his friend on the shoulder, "We'll talk about this when your sober."

"Whatever man. Make sure you wear one..." He slurred as he met Sierra's gaze again, "This one has too much fun." The bouncer drug him away, moving through the crowd of sweaty bodies.

Scottie turned to her with a concerned look, "are you okay?"

Sierra smiled, shrugging her shoulders, "I've had to deal with my fair share of drunk assholes. It's not a big deal." She lied. His comments had gotten under her skin, like he had wanted. She felt dirty at the moment.

"Why don't you come back to my office and we'll call you a cab."

She met his ocean eyes and felt herself being drawn in by the concern that reflected back at her, "Okay..."

Sierra followed him along the back wall of the club, and through a door. They passed a security room as they walked down the narrow hallway, "I'm guessing that's how you saw me..."

Scottie twisted and pushed open a door to his left, "I like to keep a close eye on my customers. Wouldn't want anything bad happening to them." She felt that there was a double meaning to his words but she didn't remark on it. She slipped by him into his office, catching a whiff of his cologne.

She looked around the room, "Nice. A little plain but nice." Sierra looked over her shoulder as he moved into the room. He looked better in the light.

It was odd to think that she had never noticed him before, but now he had all of her attention, "You know I come here almost every Saturday. Always wondered who owned this place..."

Scottie's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, "About all that stuff Andrew was saying..."

"Is it true?" Sierra questioned before he could formulate an excuse. She was curious about Scottie and how he connected with her past.

"What?" He seemed caught off guard.

Sierra moved towards him, dragging out her steps. She liked the way his eyes followed her approach with such dedication. It had a familiar hunger building in her stomach. She had found a new prey to chase, "Did you really have a crush on me?"

Scottie reached up and scratched at the back of his neck, "That was a long time ago..."

Sierra stopped in front of him, reaching out to smooth out some wrinkles in his shirt. His muscles flexed under her touch, "But you've been watching me haven't you, Scottie? Which makes me feel like maybe it wasn't too long ago..." she looked up into his eyes.

"Sierra, I..." She pressed up onto her tiptoes and silenced him with a kiss. There was only a short pause before he took control, hands weaving through her hair and pulling her closer.

She felt the thrill of the moment rushing through her. Andrew was completely banished from mind as Scottie back her up against the wall. His leg moved to slide between her legs, and she opened to him like a flower for the sun.

He broke away from her lips trailing kisses across her face and to her neck. Sierra tilted her head giving him better access as her hands wandered.

"I don't have any condoms." His voice rumbled in her ear as she ground herself against the leg wedged up between her thighs. The ache in her body had her feeling desperate.

"None? Not even a spare in your wallet..." Sierra leaned forward and nibbled on his neck, feeling a sexual frustration settling in over her. She always got what she wanted and to think that he wouldn't be buried inside of her like she wanted was aggravating. Her fingers moved along the waistband of his briefs that were poking up above his nice slacks.

Scottie pulled back a little, staring down at her with his hair a mess and his lips swollen, "This is my office. I don't normally fuck people in here."

Sierra's lips twitched upward into a playful smirk, "That's a shame. Especially with how much access you have to free booty right outside your door. You know it's okay to mix business and pleasure every once in a while, Scottie..."

His eyes searched her face, "I'm not really that kind of guy." His words took her by surprise. It was hard for her to believe that one of Andrews friends wasn't that kind of guy. For all she knew that little hustle by the bathroom had been planned so he could play out some white knight fantasy. Sierra held back the urge to roll her eyes. If he thought that he needed to sweet talk his way into her panties than he was wasting his breath. She was the type of girl who often left her panties at home.

She let out a small laugh, reaching up to pat him on his cheek, "Listen, I'm not one of those girls that you need to con. I know what I want and I know what you want. We're already on the same page." She reached down and popped the button on his pants open, giving him a dazzling smile, "The only question now is, are you clean?"

Scottie flicked his tongue over his lips, pupils dilating under the surge of his desire, "Get tested every month. I'm clean."

"And I've been taking my pill like a good little girl." Sierra fired back as she pulled down the zipper, "So where do you want me? Right here, against the wall? Or do you want to bend me over your desk and show me what it's like to be a bad girl?"

His fingers dug into her hips as he let out a small groan, "Both. Definitely both." Scottie captured her lips in a fiery kiss that had them both scrambling to get closer to one another.