Dangerous Play

Dangerous Play

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

When Magnus Greybrook attends happy hour at the city's most trendy bar, he never imagines crossing paths with a sultry stranger. What follows is a night of passion he cannot believe, yet he does not even know her name. The next morning she's gone. Unable to get her out of his mind, he sets off to find her with a goal to make her his. However, he discovers that she's more than she seems and in serious danger which could cost them their lives. A/N: This story is a prequel to "If You Dare" as some fans of the story have been asking after the two characters in it.

Summary

When Magnus Greybrook attends happy hour at the city's most trendy bar, he never imagines crossing paths with a sultry stranger. What follows is a night of passion he cannot believe, yet he does not even know her name. The next morning she's gone. Unable to get her out of his mind, he sets off to find her with a goal to make her his. However, he discovers that she's more than she seems and in serious danger which could cost them their lives.
A/N: This story is a prequel to "If You Dare" as some fans of the story have been asking after the two characters in it.

Chapter15 (v.1) - Uncertain Danger

Author Chapter Note

“The true man wants two things: danger and play.<br /> For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.”<br /> —Fiedrich Nietzsche <br />

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Submitted: April 23, 2018

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CHAPTER 15

Uncertain Danger

 

When Julien refused to elaborate on what was going on with her, Magnus insisted on the pleasure of helping his beauty dress.  She allowed this since he proved so instrumental in helping her strip in the first place.  The other reason seemed obvious.  Any prolonged contact with his big hands so strong but treating her as something delicate was pleasure in and of itself.

Magnus could not believe how much of a turn-on it was to watch Julien body’s move and feel the softness of her exotic skin.  Her small but full breast fit in his palm in strapping her back into her bra, and she moaned in response.  His fingertips lined the blue satin with care.  The t-shirt slipped back over her head.  Magnus braced his hands against her sides to lower it over her athletic torso. 

Her breathing caught as his hands lazily trailed up her toned legs to settle her ripped jeans in place over her seat and hips.  He refastened the button and zipped the fly.  Swallowing in his dry throat, Magnus watched her sit again, and he slipped each low-heeled ankle boot on her foot while kneeling before her.  Last, he helped her shrug on her blazer.

In standing back, he reviewed his beauty head.  Her bay hair needed settling so Magnus brushed his hands through the soft bangs.  Gently he laid to rest the strands stuck up in the air.  With nothing left to do, he stepped closer.  His thumb came down to line her cheek and lifted her chin to him.  Julien's breathing still labored, and he smiled into her smoky eyes that looked heated.  He burned for her, wanting only the chore of undressing her again.  Being with her showed him that he could never have enough of her. 

“Stop undressing me with your eyes, Mr. Greybrook,” Jules accused with a bit of amusement when glancing to the wastebasket.  “You’ve committed enough damage already to my poor underwear.”

Magnus laughed at the playfulness dancing in her eyes.  “Right… like I can help that when you’re so sexy.  All I want to do is undress you for real.”

Jules chuckled and touched his face smiling brightly at her.  His topaz blue eyes glittered down at her in happiness she found unnerving.  It radiated inside her, too, with the sadness that threatened to bring her to tears again.  Something like this would happen to her at the wrong time. 

“Stay,” Magnus whispered while staring into her eyes with a yearning she found hard to deny.

She caressed his lips wondering of this man who called the same yearning to her blood at his touch.  “I can’t.”

His smile faded a little.  “Or you won’t?”

Jules let her hand slip from his face and stood on her own.  Turning away from him, she shook her head.  She walked back to her desk.  She picked up the files she knocked over and restacked them.  Finishing her message left on the computer, she sent the email while she stood.  She then promptly shut the computer down.

“Can you tell me why?” Magnus asked running his hand through his hair.  He did not know how to convince Julien to stop this nonsense about leaving.  He could see that she did not want to go.

“No.  There are things you don’t know about me.  Things I don’t have the luxury of time to explain either.”

“Tell me the truth, Julien.  You're in some sort of trouble, aren't you?”

She looked back at him to see the concern knitting his blond eyebrows.  Jules could not understand how it seemed he cared about her.  She was a stranger to him.  Why would he?

“I need to clean up my own mess.”  She bent down to pick up her Coach purse and slung it on her forearm.  One last cursory look around her and then Julien nodded.

Magnus watched her walk by him.  "This can’t be goodbye, Julien.  I can’t accept that.  There has got to be a way to convince you that this is happening.”

The beauty paused and glanced back at him.  Her expression seemed heart-rending.  “Timing is everything.  It’s just not ours.”  She walked out of the office.

Snatching up the documents in the file she gave him, Magnus trailed after her while folding them into his inside pocket.  She waved to her assistant who stood and so did the receptionist.

“Goodbye.  I’ll call you once I get settled.”

They nodded and waved to her.

Julien headed for the elevator.  Magnus followed.  He stood at her shoulder when she pushed the down button.

Magnus commented with the stubborn shake of his head, “Fate would not lead me here just to piss in my face and steal you away.”

She looked up at him coolly.  “I don’t believe in fate.  We are the masters of our actions.”

“In some aspects, but seeing you at this moment, I find it hard not to believe in fate or destiny bringing us together.”

The elevator opened, and they stepped on the car, which was empty.  She pushed the button for the lower garage.  “But how cruel it is.  We’ll never see each other again.”

The elevator car stopped on the sixth floor, and a lovely ash blonde stepped onboard.  She stared at Magnus with a sweet smile, but he stared at the woman beside him alone. 

“I refuse to believe that,” he replied with the shake of his head again.

Julien stared straight ahead at the back of the tall skinny ash blonde.  “Well, believe it.  It’s happening right now.”

The elevator stopped at the lobby.  The woman stepped off.  They proceeded down to the garage.  Once reaching the underground level, Julien stepped off the elevator, and Magnus continued to follow her when she stopped short with a sigh.

“Are you going to follow me to my car?” she asked with the lift of her eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

His brow creased with his concern.  “You know why.”

“Magnus…” she sounded exasperated.

“Look, I’ve just found you.  You could have sent me the file, but you didn’t.  You agreed to meet me.  Can’t you see we’re meant to meet, Julien?”

“It was chance.  Not destiny.”

Magnus tilted his head at her in study.  “Don’t you believe in miracles?”

Jules shivered with a grimace.  “No.  I believe in me, my actions, and those of others that I can see, hear, touch.”

He frowned while searching her smoky eyes.  “Do you believe there’s a God?”

She glared at him with an expression of derision.  “Are we having this conversation?  Seriously?  I’m leaving, Magnus.  None of these questions you’re asking me will change that.”

“What can I do to change your mind?  Name it.”

She turned away from him and began walking again.  “Nothing.”

He followed refusing to give up.  “I don’t believe that.”

“It doesn’t matter what you believe.  The outcome here is the same.”

Magnus grabbed her arm to halt her.  Her eyes remained cool.  Her guard was up and quite a tower of protection.  He knew Julien would not let him burn it down again.  Dammit!

Magnus saw how determined she seemed to leave him.  Still, he could not help the feeling that she did not want to go.  Something forced this decision.  The way she spoke and her actions so far seemed to make him believe that.

You matter to me,” he said softly staring into her eyes with earnest.

“It was fun, Magnus.  If the circumstances were different…”  Julien did not know how to say goodbye to him without feeling like part of her ripped away.  It was crazy to her, but she could see the same in his eyes that filled with sadness.  “If I were a different woman… maybe—”

Magnus pulled her into his arms and held her to him.  She listened to his heart rush like hers did in an urgent drumbeat.  Julien shut her eyes liking the feel of his strong arms around her.  She had no idea anything could feel so good or so right. 

Magnus said fiercely, “No!  Don’t say it!  This isn’t goodbye, Julien.  It can’t be.  Tell me what to do to make you stay with me.”

She pulled away from the comfort his arms gave her.  Jules wished things were different, but they weren’t.  Time caught up with them, and the fantasy was at an end.  Reality set in that it would have never worked, business rivals, being from different worlds...  It was better to end on a high and remember the sweetness they found together on a whim.

Right now there were consequences for her actions Jules needed to face.  She headed back from where she fled to end this any further bloodshed.  Hopefully, she in the process she could get her life back and not live looking over her shoulder.

Julien dug her car keys out of her purse and pushed the remote start for she rapidly approached her red BMW.

“Goodbye—” she began in turning away from him.  Her car exploded, cutting off any further comment she would make.


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