Part 5<\/b><\/p>\n
Anxious for their night to begin Angel sat in his car, engine running; waiting for the stubborn sun to travel those last few inches behind the horizon.<\/p>\n
Twinges of guilt began to tighten around his lifeless heart. I shouldn\u2019t be doing this to her. I\u2019m a selfish, egotistical bastard. No, this is her fault. I wanted her to stay. I wanted us to share our feelings. She\u2019s the one that ran. I wanted us to explore this new level in our relationship. She\u2019s the one pretending that nothing happened between us. I will not feel guilty about this. I know she felt it too and I\u2019ll just have to force her to admit it. If she wasn\u2019t so stubborn, we could be making love right now instead of wasting time playing games.<\/i><\/p>\n
Angel slapped his open palms against the steering wheel, cursing the stubborn sun and the even more stubborn woman. \u201cDamn it Cordy, you can\u2019t hide behind your Queen C armor forever. That armor is coming off.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dusk; he punched the gas, squealing tires across the cold cement floor of the underground garage. The top to the convertible purposely left down, the cool evening air bristled across his skin as he traveled the open road.<\/p>\n
The convertible slid next to the curb in a perfect parallel line. Leaping over the closed car door Angel took several unneeded breaths to calm his much too eager anticipation.<\/p>\n
Three knocks and Angel heard the accelerated heartbeat echo through the wooden door. Opening the door, Cordelia\u2019s sight was transfixed on the frighteningly, familiar attire she had not seen since his Sunnydale debut. Her eyes bulged, extended to the point of almost popping from their frozen sockets. The door slammed shut, the stressed wood vibrating against the vampire\u2019s confused face. Locks and chains clicked and clacked, bolting him out.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat the hell is this, a delayed reaction?\u201d Cordelia yelled from her barricaded stronghold. And what the hell are you doing here? Did you forget the address? I have a street map of Sunnydale, I\u2019ll slip it under the door; no need to return it when you\u2019re done.\u201d<\/p>\n
Whatever the hell was going on with the frantic, young woman barricaded behind the locked door Angel couldn\u2019t begin to fathom. Her heart was racing and fear radiated into the hallway. A street map, Sunnydale; realization dawning Angel scanned the silk, crimson shirt tucked into the skintight leather pants. He chuckled to himself, her reaction unexpected but entertaining just the same. The soul may temper the demon\u2019s behavior but it didn\u2019t impede its skill.<\/p>\n
He had dressed his part down to the last detail. The clasp of the gold chain around his neck dangled one perfect pearl and one pure, ruby heart. A black onyx centered on a glistening gold band and surrounded by twelve flawless diamonds adorned the index finger of his right hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cCordy, sweetheart; let me in. It\u2019s me baby. You\u2019re perfectly safe.\u201d Angel\u2019s declarations possibly more convincing had his laughter been better stifled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYea right; like Angel has that kind of taste when it comes to his wardrobe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd sweetheart and baby? That\u2019s not Angel. Angel broods and sulks. Angel is the slayer\u2019s lapdog. He wouldn\u2019t get all flashy with color without permission. You just scurry on over to Sunnydale with your revenge. That\u2019s where the slayer keeps Angel\u2019s leash.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lapdog? Leash? Oh you are going to be punished little girl.<\/i> \u201cDamn it Cordy open the door or I\u2019ll break it down. Think about it Cordy I\u2019ve already been invited in. Do you actually think your flimsy locks could keep Angelus out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHumm\u2026didn\u2019t think about that. Ok then why are you dressed like that? Are you trying to get in touch with your gay side?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! I\u2019m dressed for my part in our case. You know the one I told you about on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh the case. You\u2019re playing the part of a gay man in the case?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJesus Christ woman I\u2019m not gay; I\u2019m a pimp.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA pimp? Then what am I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen the damn door and let me in and I\u2019ll tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, but Dennis has a stake hovering close by with your name on it so keep your fangs to yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cordelia walked to the center of the room motioning for Dennis to open the door. She had never seen Angel\u2019s face red before. She didn\u2019t know a vampire could get red faced no matter how pissed off he might be. Guess I\u2019ll add that little tidbit to my vampire list of do\u2019s and don\u2019ts.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u201cWell don\u2019t just stand there come on in Angel. You\u2019ve already given the neighbors enough of a show for one night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe? You\u2019re the one acting like a crazy woman. Never mind we\u2019ve wasted enough time as it is.\u201d Angel looked at the woman standing stiff; her arms crossed and dressed just the way she had threatened.<\/p>\n
Cordelia was wearing faded jeans that were a little more baggy than her usual choice. An old cheerleading sweatshirt, two sizes too big, was draped over a cotton shirt that was buttoned all the way up to the snug collar.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re already behind schedule and you need to get changed into something more appropriate\u2026and less comfortable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell if you had told me we were having leather night I would have known how to dress.\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel stalked over to her, arching his brow with the leer of a dirty old man. \u201cYou have leather things? Why haven\u2019t I seen them sweetheart?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPfft. There\u2019s a lot you haven\u2019t se\u2026oh\u2026 well guess you have\u2026never mind. What is this case about and what\u2019s my role?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re my whore.\u201d Angel deadpanned, his face as expressionless as a smooth stone.<\/p>\n
Cordelia\u2019s body shook, her skin tingling from the barely contained rage. \u201cExcuse me? What did you call me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy whore. We\u2019re going undercover. You\u2019re a hooker and I\u2019m your pimp.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA hooker? Why didn\u2019t you just say that? A hooker is not necessarily a whore Angel. I\u2019ve met a lot of girls at the Hollywood parties I go to whenever I get a chance. You know, on the rare occasions that I get to have a life. Anyway, they were very classy and upscale. They run a business and make good money. So I\u2019m a hooker. No problem here. I can do the classy, high rent escort.\u201d<\/p>\n
You shouldn\u2018t be hanging out at parties with hookers. No more Hollywood parties for you young lady.<\/i> \u201cNot where we\u2019re going sweetheart. There\u2019s no class and no high rent. And you won\u2019t be an escort. In this neighborhood you\u2019re a whore and a cheap one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I don\u2019t have anything to wear. I don\u2019t do whore and I certainly don\u2019t do cheap.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s the dress you were wearing the night I ran into you at that party? Let me see it; that might work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrrrrrr!\u201d Her small diaphragm resonated a menacing growl that rivaled his own. Stomping toward her bedroom Cordelia tossed a warning at the exasperating vampire. \u201cStay here, I\u2019m locking the door. You come near my bedroom and Dennis will impale you with that stake. Tomorrow I\u2019m having your name engraved on it with the extra money you\u2019re paying me for doing this.\u201d The door slammed and the latch clicked behind her.<\/p>\n
Angel settled himself on the sofa relishing the short time he could spend musing over the night ahead. His eyes traveled to the door that locked her away from him. He wanted to select what she would wear, instruct her to leave her hair loose with that tousled, just been ravished look. Angel groaned as he felt his erection press against the tight fitting leather. He should never have allowed the image of her dressed for his pleasure to form in his lust-filled mind.<\/p>\n
Angel stroked the hard bulge willing it to go away. Tonight was about him playing her and he was already painfully aroused just thinking about her. He looked at the obvious wad behind his zipper; he couldn\u2019t hide it. If he couldn\u2019t will it away, he would have to excuse himself to the privacy of her bathroom and soothe it into submission.<\/p>\n
He had to stop touching his crotch; it wouldn\u2019t do for Cordelia to come out of the bedroom to find him fondling himself. Why not? Angel pondered. It\u2018s her fault, let her take care of it. Come over here baby and see how hard my cock is just thinking about fucking you against that wall. Kiss it and make it better.<\/i><\/p>\n
Angel\u2019s lurid thoughts were interrupted by the click of the bedroom door. He grabbed a small pillow from the sofa and snuggled it to him covering the persistent bulge.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell how do I look?\u201d Cordelia twirled to give Angel a full view. \u201cWill this do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Angel looked and then he looked some more. He looked and wondered why she would have those clothes in her closet. The short leather skirt was red, blood red, it oozed blood it was so red. The wide black belt hung loose on her hips weighted by the heavy gold buckle. Her blouse, it wasn\u2019t a blouse it was a piece of thin, purple gauze that she had strapped across her chest, held in place by the three narrow chains that clasped at her otherwise naked back.<\/p>\n
He could see the rounded form of her breasts so clearly he could easily imagine how her nipples would stiffen and peak in the cool, night breeze. Well he had wanted that when he intentionally left the top down on the convertible. He had wanted it and now he was getting it along with every low life that walked the back streets of LA.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell Angel\u2026what do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n
I think I need a bigger pillow.<\/i> \u201cI need to go to the bathroom.\u201d<\/p>\n