He was there in the shadows, watching her waiting for her to make one wrong move.

Too bad for him. She wasn't about to make any.

She settled back in the hard plastic chair and crossed her legs. Sheppard was staring at her and she almost laughed at the look on his face when she caught him looking at her legs. It was too good and she couldn't resist tauting him just a little.

“See something you like, Detective?”

His face flushed a little and he made a little sound in his throat.

“Is that a yes or a no?” She taunted him again.

“Cut the bullshit, Andi.” He leaned forward and the light from the lamp on his desk cast a hard shadow across his face. “What the hell are you doing in Vegas?”

“I've got business here.” Andi gave him a coy smile. Sheppard knew damn well what she was doing in Vegas.

“Business?” He snorted. “Didn't I shut your business down last year?” He opened the file on his desk and flipped through some papers. “Something about prostitution?”

“What I do is a long way from prostitution, Sheppard.” She laughed. “And you didn't shut me down. I...retired.”

“Retired?” John snorted. “Now why don't I believe that?”

“I really don't care what you believe, Detective.” She shrugged slightly. “Besides what went on was perfectly legal.” She leaned forward slightly. Her blouse was open just enough that he would get a little view of the lacy red bra she wore. His gaze flickered ever so slightly and she knew that he hadn't been able to resist a look.

“Whipping and handcuffing a man to a bed could be considered an act of torture.” Sheppard gave her a steady look but he couldn't hide the slight flush that turned the tips of his ears red.

“He didn't seem to mind.”Andi gave him a wicked smile. “And from that look on your face, I don't think you would have minded it very much either, Detective Sheppard.”

“No, thanks, Andi.” He shut the file and leaned back in his chair. “I'm not into your kind of games.”

“Really?” She leaned forward, resting her elbow on the edge of his desk. “A man like you? A man that carries a pair of handcuffs and a gun?” She licked her lips and gave him a smile that could only mean pure lust. “To a woman like me...well, let's just say that a man like you was made for sin, John Sheppard.”

This time he did blush and Andi thought it was the most sexy thing she'd ever seen.

She laughed, got up from her chair and walked around to sit on the edge of his desk. Her knee brushed against his leg and he jumped slightly, but to his credit he didn't move. He just sat there staring at her, his eyes dark and hooded.

Andi leaned forward and placed her hand lightly on his thigh. His muscles felt hard and taunt beneath his tight jeans and she traced her fingers lightly over the well worn material. He tensed and she heard him suck in a breath but he didn't make a move to stop her.

She laughed. “Why, Detective Sheppard...I was beginning to think that you were a prude.”