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Mia sat at the hotel bar waiting for Cyrus. Her black wig covered her blond hair with a bombshell red dress showing off her amazing legs. She looked mysterious and alluring as she sat quietly sipping her wine. The bartender kept sneaking peeks as he watched Mia out of the corner of his eye. He had been flirting relentlessly since she walked in.

Mia could never see when men became drawn to her. She always was slightly oblivious to noticing someone’s attraction to her. She didn’t even realize the various men in the bar who were checking her out.

The only thing she could think about was Cyrus, and how the night would play out. Gage’s little slip-up about Cyrus’ dirty little secret just gave her ammunition to seduce him and have a little fun. He was so shy it was adorable, and she knew he would have never told her about his secret. Little did Cyrus know; Mia was curious about roleplay as well and had fantasies about it often.

Cyrus entered the bar looking around to see if he could find his flower. His eyes quickly found the one woman in the place with a red dress and a curvaceous body that made him swoon. He wanted to rush across the room and have his way with her right there on the bar.

Her fit legs crossed at the knee, making her dress slip slightly up her thigh. Cyrus’ eyes traveled up the round of her hips, up to her small waist. Her voluptuous breast peeked out the top of her dress inviting him in, with the creaminess of her soft skin begging to be caressed. Cyrus’s breath hitched as he watched her ruby red lips press against her wine glass, leaving a faint lipstick stain.

“My God, she’s beautiful. How can I be so lucky?”

Cyrus made his way to the bar and sat down on the stool next to Mia. Pretending he didn’t know her, he waved over the bartender.

“A rum and Coke please, and something for the lady.” Cyrus looked out of the corner of his eye with a sly smirk.

“Thank you, sir. My glass was almost empty.”

“We can’t have that, now can we? Do you come here often?”

“First time. You?”

Cyrus turned to Mia, tilting his head to look over her body. The dress looked like it was made for her. His eyes glided over her hips and thighs once more. Thoughts about how his fingerprints would look on her soft pale skin as he was gripping her tight, taking her from behind, made him unconsciously lip his lips.

“I may come here more often now that I know such a pretty lady can be found here.”

“Well… I guess I must come more often. You’re a charmer. Do you always talk to the ladies this way?”

“Oh, no. I reserve that for someone special. Sweetheart, do you have a name?”

“Anastasia. And you?”

“Cyrus Evans. Nice to meet you, Anastasia. A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

Cyrus took her hand and kissed the pulse point of her wrist with a seductive smirk. Mia blushed slightly as he placed her hand back on her lap. He slowly grazed her exposed upper thigh with his knuckles as he pulled his hand away, making Mia shiver from his soft touch. Cyrus pulled at the hem of her dress to cover her leg. He won’t allow those other men another second of looking at his girl.

The bartender who had been checking out Mia since you walked in the door, just rolled his eyes as he set down their drinks. Cyrus noticed the man’s jealous stare and chuckled to himself. This was fun, and that all the surrounding men were showing their jealousy too, made him feel like he had won a prize. Cyrus was eating it up and every glare he got from them, making him even more proud she was his.

“So, Anastasia, are you here to meet someone?”

“Oh, no. I’m on my own tonight.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Mia smiled with a faint giggle. “I do. He’s a jealous man. I am sure he would be a little possessive if he knew the bartender keeps hitting on me.”

Cyrus looked over her shoulder to the man at the other end of the bar serving drinks. “Did he now? A boyfriend, you say?”

“Um-hum. He’s a big guy. About your size. Sexy eyes, sweet smile, great body. He’s a real romantic,” Mia said with a faint giggle. “Sort of cocky, though. I think he thinks he’s a badass or something.”

Cyrus gave a slight chuckle as he looked around to see if anyone was listening to them. “Sounds like a great guy.”

“Oh, he is.” Mia leaned over, running her hand up the inside of Cyrus’ thigh. “But I don’t think he would mind if I shared some company tonight with you. He seems to be okay with me having a little harmless fun.”

“Well, then. Why don’t you join me for dinner, and we can get to know each other?”

“I’d love to. I can always use a new friend.”

“Friend, huh? What benefits do I get if I qualify as your friend?”

“I can think of one or two. What is that old saying? Friends with… benefits.”

Mia’s hand slid up his leg, almost resting on the bulge under his dress slacks, her finger touching him just enough to make Cyrus’ member twitch and come alive.

He let his eyes drop to see what her next move would be while trying to maintain his composure. Cyrus looked through hooded eyes up at her with a lusty gaze. The shy Cyrus had left, and the fully viral man was there. Letting out a low hum, he took her hand and led her to the dining area.

As the hostess seated them, Cyrus’s eyes never left Mia. His lustful gaze almost made her feel vulnerable, and his massive size seemed to swell in response. He had a more intimidating nature since he walked in the bar and his possessive nature had come alive. He was like a man who knew what he wanted, and it was her. She was all his, and he was going to stake his claim.

Mia had never seen him like this. Maybe it was their roleplay that had him so keyed up? He was almost like a feral animal about to jump on his prey and mark his territory. Something about it set her on fire, too. The look in his eyes was intoxicating. Every neuron of her body ignited from the looks Cyrus was giving her. No other man had ever had this effect on her, and she was loving every moment.

Like a true gentleman, Cyrus pulled out her chair and seated Mia at a table in a quiet area of the five-star restaurant. Leaning over to rest his hand on the table, his lips grazed her earlobe as he spoke in a deep deliberate tone, making sure she knew fully his intentions.

“Eat well, flower. You are going to need your energy tonight. I’m not even sure if we are going to make it out of this restaurant before I am ready to have you. I’ve been Mr. Nice Guy long enough and want you. I will have you tonight. You knew what that sexy ass dress would do to me. You’re a little tease, aren’t you? I don’t like to be teased. You are playing a dangerous game here, pretty girl. I hope you’re ready for what you are about to set loose in me if you want to play these games.”

Without moving, Mia’s eyes moved to meet his with sensual, nervous tension. She swallowed hard as her eyes reached him.

Cyrus had a devilish expression on his face as he scanned the room. “As a matter of fact, Anastasia. Get ready. I want those panties off and in my blazer pocket by the end of the meal. I want nothing in my way when I take that pretty ass of yours tonight.”

Mia’s mouth dropped open, and she lost character for only a moment. “But sir. I’m a good girl.”

“Good girl? Didn’t you have your hand on my leg a few minutes ago, teasing my cock with your fingertips?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” Mia batted her lashes.

Cyrus cupped her chin in her hand. “Such a pretty little tease. I bet those ruby lips will look nice wrapped around my cock later. Punishment for trying to play games with me.”

“What are you going to do to me? I’ll be good. Honest, I will.”

Cyrus smirked with a little wink. “The question is, what am I not going to do to you? You wanted to play this game. Well, let’s play.”

Cyrus stood up, straightening his tie, heading to the other side of the table. Something was different about him in this role. More in charge, controlled, masculine. Mia was almost afraid she had set lose a wide animal.

Her eyes watched him intently as Cyrus scanned the room again. As her eyes followed him, she realized he was seeing something that she hadn’t. Other men were looking at her, and he was making eye contact with every one of them to ensure they knew she was his. Mia smiled to herself as she realized what was happening. Cyrus thought she was the hottest girl in the room, and he was claiming her.

Mia reached for his hand. “Not one of them could turn my eyes away from you. I hope you know that.”

Cyrus looked back at her with a slow, loving smile. “It feels nice.”

“What?”

“To know I have the most beautiful woman in the room and she’s all mine.”

“Always yours.”

“Sorry, I broke roleplay. I’m not exceptionally good at this.”

“It’s fine. Anastasia likes to share with me. She thinks that we’re a good match.”

Cyrus winked at her as he picked up the menu. “She’s right. We are. I’m sorry that Gage opened his big mouth about this. It’s a little embarrassing.”

“Don’t be. I sort of always wanted to try roleplay too. Isis and I were talking about the things she liked, and I was curious. Gage overheard us.”

“Really? You don’t think it’s weird?”

“No. It’s fun. It made me feel like a sexy vixen in one of those old spy movies. Let’s get back in our roles and play this out.”

“Even giving me your panties?” Cyrus teased.

“If you’re a good boy, you can have more than my panties tonight.”

“I can be very good.”

Mia blushed, covering her smile with the menu. “Trust me. I know, and so does your whole family that heard me yelling your name the other night. Your sister heard us have sex in the woods. I thought I was going to die when she told me.”

Cyrus ran his hand over his face. “Geez. She’s never going to let me live that down. She thinks I’m a prude with stuff like that.”

Mia giggled, “Hardly. I think you have a kinky side deep inside there.”

Cyrus wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Won’t it be fun to find out?”