Tori's Seduction (2 page)

She was getting ready to pass a strip joint, but decided to stop in for a drink. She was tired, hungry and if she had to walk one more second in this desert, she was going to drop from exhaustion and dehydration.

She walked in heading straight for the bar.

“Sweetheart, what can I get you,” the bartender asked.

“A glass of water,” Tori said, with a dry mouth.

The bartender stopped and looked at her as if he didn't hear her correctly.

Nodding her head, “A glass of water.”

He placed some ice in a glass and filled it up with water from the tap.

Tori guzzled the water down before asking for more. The second glass she took her time drinking.

“Are you new in town, looking for a job,” the bartender asked her.

Tori looked around the establishment, “Do I look like a stripper,” she asked, sarcastically.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I was just asking. Trying to help you make some money.”

“Darling, I have a job. A real job. I don't need to take my clothes off so a strange man can get his rocks off,” Tori said, sipping her water. She turned around looking at the establishment when she spotted a familiar face talking to a waitress. Tori squinted her eyes trying to get a good look at the man.

Getting the bartender's attention, “Excuse me, but can you tell me the name of that gentleman,” Tori said, pointing to the man with the waitress.

“Oh, that's Greg. He owns the place,” the bartender said before walking away.

It figures, Tori thought. She turned back around to the bar when she saw Greg coming towards it.

“Chris, did anyone do the inventory for the gin?”

Before Chris could say anything, Tori turned around and tossed the rest of her water in Greg's face.

Greg frowned, as the water dripped from his face.

“I got your trick. You'll think about that the next time you want to call someone a trick,” Tori said, looking at the asshole.

“You again,” Greg said, catching the rag Chris tossed to him.

“Oh, you remember me trick. Coming from one trick to the other,” Tori said, placing the glass back on the bar.

“That's it,” Greg said, grabbing Tori by the arm yanking her to the back of the club.

“Get your hands off me, asshole. I'm going to call the police, then your ass will be sitting in a jail cell right where you belong. I would expect a trick like you to own a trashy place like this,” Tori hollered through the club. Before they got to his office, Tori tried to get a customer to notice her, “Hey you see what he's doing to me right. He's abusing me. Call the police,” Tori said, to a man watching the strip show.

Greg open the door, pushed her in, then slammed the door closed.

He stood there glaring at her, ready to do something he was sure her father never done, give her a ass whooping of a lifetime.

“Touch me and you're going to jail,” Tori said, glaring right back. “How dare you manhandle me like that in front of the whole club. I hope someone is calling the cops—.”

Greg heard enough, he reached out, bent his head and kissed her.

He nibbled on her lips before soothing it with his tongue. When she opened her mouth, he thrust his tongue in playing with her tongue. He licked and sucked on every inch of her mouth. If this was the only way to shut her up he was going to enjoy every minute of silence, doing it.

Tori moaned, as he sucked on her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving his dome a nice rub. She could hear herself moaning loudly, each time he nibbled on her lips, then soothed it with his tongue. She grabbed his tongue with her lips, sucking on it with her mouth. The kiss seemed to last forever. They couldn't stop kissing one another.

Finally he pulled back, looking at her with desire in his eyes. “Is that the only way to keep you quiet.”

“Shut up, trick,” Tori said, pushing out of his arms.

“Trick? I have your Trick,” Greg said, bringing her up against his body, letting her feel his dick through his pants.

“Look Greg, yeah the bartender told me your name,” she said, seeing his eyebrows go up. “I am not a stripper so stop treating me as one. I'm not going to stand here while you rub a baby dick on my stomach trying to get off like those idiots out there.” Tori said, backing up. “You got the wrong one.”

Greg thought he was going to choke, “Baby dick? Sweetheart, there's nothing baby about this man standing before you. Trust me,” Greg said with confidence. “Well I don't have to worry because you'll find out soon enough,” Greg said, smiling. “You're staying at Caesars right?”

“No my ex-secretary gave me the wrong info, now I can't find a room in this town,” Tori said, getting madder as she thought about it.

He reached in his pocket, pulling out a ring of keys, searching for one in particular, “Here. I'll write the address down and meet you there later,” Greg said, looking for pen and paper on his desk.

Shaking her head no, “You'll meet me where? I don't know you, to be meeting you anywhere,” Tori said, frowning at him.

“You didn't think that five minutes ago when you had your tongue down my throat.”

“I didn't have my tongue down your throat.”

“Okay whatever,” he said, handing her a key and the paper. “This is my address. You can go there and make yourself comfortable until I get there.”

“You have lost your mind. I'm not going to your house—.”

“Where are you going to stay? You're not from here. Do you have any friends here who can help you?”

“I have money,” Tori said, rolling her eyes.

“That's good you have money, but what good is that money if no one has a room for you to rent? Are you going to sleep on the street?”

“I can call the museum and see if a worker can put me up for the night. I'm sure something will become available tomorrow,” Tori said, tossing the key on his desk. “Thank you, but no thank you. I don't roll that way,” she said, moving pass him to the door.

“Your choice. You know where to find me if you need a place to stay,” Greg said to her before she walked out his office.

* * *

Tori didn't need him. She could find a place to sleep tonight. She grew up on the streets of Washington, DC. All she had to do was find the museum and see if a worker there would let her sleep on a couch or something. She didn't care if it was a bunk bed, she just needed to find sleeping quarters for the night before the police thought she was a street walker.

She dialed her secretary's home and cell numbers. No answer every time she called. “Come on pick up, pick up, pick up,” Tori said, holding her cell to her ear. The museum was closed for the night and it wouldn't open until tomorrow. She ended the call to her secretary for the last time. It was dark, she was starving and tired. She tried to put her cell in her pocket, but something was blocking it from going all the way in. She reached in her back pocket, pulling out the paper with Greg's home address. Oh God. Not this asshole. She would rather beg a stranger on the street before going to him.

Tori looked up and down the street. No one to help her. She looked down at the paper again. What other options did she have?

She flagged down a cab, reciting Greg's address to the driver.

When the driver said they were there, Tori looked out the window to see a home that looked more like a mansion.

She paid the driver before getting out. Greg lived here? That seedy club she saw him in today, didn't look as if he could afford something this enormous and beautiful.

She went to the door and knocked. She was so tired, it didn't even crossed her mind to check back at the club to see if he was there. She knocked louder, hoping he was home.

She looked up when the door opened.

“Oh, if it isn't Miss I Can Take Care of Myself. What happened, you couldn't find a room,” Greg said, opening the door wider.

“Just shut up and tell me where I'm sleeping,” Tori said, walking past him into his house.

“Please come in,” Greg said, sarcastically, closing the door.

“I'm not in the mood for your comedy routine. I'm tired, hungry and I need to sleep. I also need to get this Vegas funk off of me,” Tori said, looking at him.

“Follow me,” Greg said, going up the stairs. “You can sleep in this guest bedroom. It has a bathroom right through there,” he said, pointing. “You can take a shower and I'll fix you something to eat.”

Tori went in the bathroom to look around, coming out when she heard him say eat. “You know how to cook,” she asked, hands on her hips.

“Yes, I do. By the way what is your name,” Greg asked, realizing he didn't know it.

She stuck out her hand, “Miss I Can Take Care of Myself,” Tori said, smiling.

He dropped her hand, “Who's being the comedian now. What's your name smart aleck?”

“Tori. Tori Townsend. I know your name is Greg but I don't have a last name to tell my friends if something happens to me,” Tori said, waiting.

Shaking his head, “Harris. Greg Harris. I'll let you get settled,” he said, leaving the room.

Tori went behind him to lock the door. She text his name and address to Chase just in case.

She went into the bathroom with her toiletries. Taking a shower was first on her agenda. She'd been out in that Vegas heat all day. She hopped in the shower, washing the dirt away from her hair and body. Going to the hairdresser was a waste of time. Her pixie haircut was ruined.

She got out to dry off her body and look through her luggage. All she brought with her was a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. She put it on hoping he didn't get the wrong idea. He was good looking and doing well for himself, but the fact remained she didn't like him. He was arrogant, bull headed and just too cocky for her.

When she went to find him, she had to listen out for him in order to find him. The place was so big a person could get lost in it.

“Oh, there you are,” Tori said, walking in the kitchen. “I had to listen out for you. This place is so big, I didn't know which way to go,” she said, sitting down on the stool.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. As much as it pained him he had to give it to her, she was beautiful. Her hazel eyes had him hooked with the first glimpse of them. He didn't even want to talk about her banging ass body. When they were in his office at the club, it took everything he had not to put her on his desk and deep thrust into her body.

“What,” Tori asked, looking down at herself.

“Nothing,” Greg went back to fixing dinner. “Why don't you set the table.” This woman was driving him nuts. One minute he wanted to be deep thrusting into her body, the next she had him praying he never saw her again.

“Why don't we eat here at the breakfast nook,” Tori said, ready to feed her starving body.

“Fine,” Greg wasn't going to argue with her. If she wanted to eat here then that's what they'll do. “Watch the plate it's hot,” Greg said, placing her food in front of her.

Greg had cook steak, garlic red potatoes and asparagus. His mother made sure he knew how to cook for himself, even if his talents wasn't chef material.

Tori picked up her fork ready to dive into her plate.

“We have to say grace,” Greg said, looking over at her.

“Okay, say grace,” Tori said, looking over at him.

After saying grace, they both said amen.

Tori tore into her food like this was her last supper.

Neither one of them said anything while they ate. They sat side by side eating their food. When they were done Tori offered to help clean up, but Greg refused.

“You're tired. Why don't you go ahead and go to bed,” he said, placing the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Okay, if you're sure,” Tori said, hesitating.

“I'm sure. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Tori said, walking out.

She found her room after having to look in three other rooms and a couple of closets.

She laid down, pulling the covers over her. She turned this way and that way, unable to fall asleep. She tried counting sheep. She thought about the museum and the new ideas she could bring to the owner. She flipped and flipped until she couldn't take it any longer. She got up walking around the room. After a couple of laps, she felt confined to the room. She walked out hoping Greg was still up. She forgot to tell him thank you and she didn't want to seem ungrateful for all of his help.

She found him in the living room watching a movie.

He turned around, “Couldn't sleep,” he asked, turning back to the movie.

Tori nodded, “Couldn't sleep. Strange environment,” she said, going to the same couch he was sitting on. She sat at the other end from him.

“Would you like a drink,” Greg asked, sitting up.

She touched his arm, “No thanks. I actually came down here to thank you for letting me sleep here tonight and fixing dinner,” Tori said, snatching her hand from his arm. “I'll be out of here tomorrow. There has to be a hotel with an available room tomorrow. I'm only in town for the weekend anyway.”

“What do you do?”

“I'm a Curator. I supervise a museum in DC, but sometimes I have to travel when we get word on a particular artifact. That's why I'm in Vegas, to check out a piece.”

He nodded his head, “Interesting. Well you can stay as long as you like,” Greg said, smiling before turning back to the movie.

“What are you watching?”

“
Heat
with Robert DeNiro. It's a good movie.”

“You have a very nice house.”

“Thank you,” Greg said, still watching the movie.

“All of this from owning one strip joint,” Tori asked curious.

Greg laughed, “You're not only pushing, but nosy too.”

Tori nodded her head, smiling.

“It's my pension. I used to be an air marshal before I got hurt. I've also made investments throughout the years,” Greg said, turning those brown eyes over at her.

“How did you get hurt.”

“It's classified. I can tell you, but then I'll have to kill you,” Greg smiled.

“I'm sure I can get it out of you somehow, besides it's not like I'm going to sleep anytime soon. Maybe your story will put me to sleep” Tori laughed, folding her legs underneath her.

“I got hurt during a field exercise. We were setting up when boom, shrapnel got into my leg,” he said, pulling up his shorts to show her the injury. “It's still in me.”