Heart of Ra

There was a knock on the door and she sighed as she went to answer it.

“What the hell do you want?” She didn't mean to be snappy, but she had just enough of being around men today. Ramses leaned against the door frame and looked at her with an arched brow. She really hated those stupid glasses.

“Get your shoes on, I'm taking you to get some drinks.” She tilted her head in curiosity. Even if she was do for a fun night out, it was hard to even consider it when sex on sticks was in front of her in… She let her eyes travel over his appearance, noticing the dark grey shirt clinging to his upper body and his dark wash jeans sculpting everything below. Yep, mouth watering and sex on sticks or instant orgasm walking. Both titles suited him.

“Just go away.” She closed the door in his face and locked it as a sigh escaped her lips. It was a horrible idea to go drink with him. The sex was probably, no, more than worth it but she had had enough male drama for one night. Pushing away from the door, she nearly screamed when she turned around and seen Ramses sitting on the arm of the couch with a smirk plasted on his face. How the fuck did he get in?

“The double sided door.” she groaned knowing she she voiced her question out loud but it was the fact that his room was next to hers.

“You're not going to leave me alone, are you?” She raised a brow looking at Ramses as he stood up and walked up her before leaning down and whispering in her ear, like it was secret she was going to have to keep.

“No.” That smirk was still in place and she wanted to smack it right off his face, “so I suggest you get your shoes on and come with me.” Cleo started to raise her hand to slap him but paused and brought her hand back down and nodded, smiling.

“Sure thing.” A small plan was forming and it was going to be interesting.

He had no idea why, but getting her all worked up was worth every penny. Ramses sat at the bar with her and watched as she took a few shots of tequila without as much as a twisted face afterwards. He didn't want Cleo drunk but he did know she needed the few drinks. Hell, after today, he needed them too. He wasn't fond of babysitting a human when he was trying to blend in with the rest but with the bomb that had been dropped on him earlier, he couldn't refuse now. Glancing over at Cleo, it was hard to tell whether or not she had the mark, especially since she was wearing a damn jacket. The music pumped around the club and he had the strong urge to just flick his finger and make the speakers explode but he couldn't have Cleo running off, especially when he needed her and the mark. Ramses took a swig of his beer and noticed how she shifted slightly as she shook off her jacket and stretched out. The black T-shirt didn't do her any favors by clinging to her body, showing off her mounds. He held back a groan and watched as she turned toward him with a raised brow a smirk. What was she planning?

“Dance with me?”

“What?” She tilted her head before shaking it and looked around before leaning close to his ear so he could hear her over the music.

“I'm going to go find someone to dance with.” Getting up, she walked out onto the dance the floor. He adjusted himself a few times, watching her sway her hips and the small bounce her breasts gave. Cleo was going to be the death of him.

The music was so much more hypnotic in the club then it was back in the states. The way was it took over the senses was amazing to her and she found herself in a mid state trance. Sure, her original plan was to get away from Ramses and sneak back to her room but after a few shots and stepping onto the dance floor, she wasn't sure she wanted to leave anymore. Cleo felt hands on her waist and a body behind her, not caring about who it was, she leaned against him and moved her body, feeling the hands tighten.

“Be careful sweetheart, you don't want to start something you won't finish.” A smile appeared on her face as she moved her ass against his crotch, making him groan in her ear. Wrapping an arm behind his head, she turned her face towards him, not once breaking body contact while moving her body.

“Oh baby, I know it feels good so there's no denying it. Do us both a favor and just let the music do the talking.” He raised a brow as a smile fought to form on his lips. Patting his cheek, Cleo stopped dancing and frowned at him.

“What is it?” She didn't reply. She turned in his arms, reached for his sunglasses and carefully took them off and smiled as he gave her a confused look.

“That's better. I don't know why you hide them but I like your eyes.” She placed the sunglasses in her hair and started to slowly move her hips as the music took over her once again. She heard a small growl, or what she thought was one as she felt his hands slide from her hips to her ass and pulled her against him, making her gasp at the contract.

“Keep it up and you won't be sleeping tonight.” The husky sound of his voice made her shiver with delight and the plan from earlier came back. Cleo didn't know why but the moment his hands squeezed her ass, she knew he was testing her to see how far she would go. Silly man, he had no idea what she was capable of.