“What the hell?”

Detective John Sheppard's steps faltered when he saw the door to his office was open. He stopped for a moment. The lamp on his desk had been turned on and there was someone standing behind his desk looking at the Johnny Cash poster pinned on the wall. The figure stepped back slightly and he saw the lush curves of a woman with long, curling hair the color of dark honey.

John scowled. He knew that he didn't have any appointments today. Unless there was someone his boss had sent in his direction and didn't bother to tell him about. It sure as hell wouldn't be the first time that had ever happened.

He was still standing there wondering who the hell she was when she suddenly turned her head and looked at him. His stomach clenched and he was suddenly finding it a little difficult to breathe.

Andi McCall.

Shit! What the hell was she doing here?

Andi had been the Mistress of The Tower, one of the biggest S&M clubs in Vegas. At least she had been until some of her employees had started doing some rather naughty stuff behind her back. When word of some of their nasty hi-kinks had reached the ears of the city brass, it had been John's job to shut it down.

John shook his head took a deep breath. He'd thought that he'd never see her again after the trial but now here she was, looking as beautiful as the last time he'd seen her. He closed his eyes for a second and tried to keep the memories of the last time he'd had a run in with this woman out of his mind.

But somehow, the images of a leather clad Andi whipping a Chinese business man chained to an enormous brass bed, refused to be forgotten.

He steeled his nerves and took a step into the room. “How the hell did you get in here?”

“John Sheppard!” She turned around and looked at him. She walked over to him, smiling like she was actually glad to see him. “I've missed you.” She put her arms around him, wrapping him in a warm hug and he felt his whole body harden at the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest.

“Feels like you're happy to see me too.” She laughed and brushed her lips across his cheek.

“How did you get in here?” He unlocked her arms from around his neck and pushed her away.

“Still got that one track mind, I see.”She laughed and her gray eyes sparkled with mischief. “Your door was open. How else could I get in here?”

“Knowing you, anything is possible and no, it wasn't.” John tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Andi sighed. “Are we really going to stand here and argue about this?” She ran her hands lightly over his arms. “There are so many better things we could be talking about.”

He looked at her for a minute and then his mouth twisted like he'd just tasted something nasty. “Haven't changed a damn bit have you, Andi?”

She pressed her cheek against his and then kissed him lightly on the lips. “It's nice to see you too, John.” She let him go and stepped back, giving him a once over look. “I'd say you were looking good if you didn't look like you'd slept in your clothes all night.”

“Cut the bullshit, Andi. What the hell are you doing back in Vegas?” He walked around his desk, pulled out his chair and sat down. The light from his desk lamp cast a hard shadow across his face.

Andi gave him a coy smile. She settled down in the chair across from his desk and crossed her long legs, making sure that he got a glimpse of her smooth creamy thigh. 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 and he made a little sound in his throat.

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

“Just answer the damn question.” He kept his eyes on her face and tried not to let his hormones make him lose what little control he had.

“I'm glad to see that you haven't lost your wonderful sense of humor.” She laughed and then gave him a coy grin. “And if you really have to know, I've got business here.”

“Business?” He snorted. “Didn't I shut your business down last year?” He opened a drawer, pulled out a file and laid it on his desk. Opening it up, he flipped through some papers. “Something about prostitution?”

“What I do has nothing to do with prostitution, Sheppard.” Her eyes sparkled dangerously. “And you know that I had nothing to do with what went on. Hell, I didn't even know about it until you came busting through the door with your little goon squad.”

“Goon squad. “ He sneered. “Very funny. You tried that innocent act in court, Andi. It might have worked with the DA but it's not gonna work with me.” He looked down at the file again. “You owned the damn club, Andi. How could you not know what the hell was going on right under your nose?”

Her face reddened and her eyes narrowed slightly . “You didn't have one shred of evidence to prove that I had anything to do with what they were doing.” She straighted up and gave him a haughty look. “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 I was doing is perfectly legal.” She leaned forward slightly. Her blouse was open just enough that he would get an obstructed view of the lacy red bra she wore.

His gaze flickered ever so slightly and she knew that being a man, he hadn't been able to resist a look. She chuckled and he jerked his gaze away from her chest.

“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.”

John tensed. “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.

“Why, John Sheppard...I was beginning to think that you were a prude.” One long finger nail scraped along the inseam of his jeans, stealing under the edge of his shirt and tracing up and over the edge of his zipper.

“Don't.” His voice sound rough and strained.

“Don't what?” She said softly. “Don't stop...or don't, because you don't like it?”

“Just...don't.” His eyes darted toward the open door.

“Afraid you'll get caught?” Her fingers slid along the waist band of his jeans and she felt his stomach muscles clench when she unsnapped and then started to unzip his pants.

“I said, don't.”

Strong fingers gripped her wrist but he didn't push her hand away.

For a long moment they stared at each other but when she started to step away his grip tightened until she winced from the pain.

“You're hurting me.”

“I know.” His voice was flat and cold but his eyes told a different story.

She knew that hungry look. She'd seen it plenty of times in the eyes of her client's. He wanted her. The smell of his need was practically pouring off of him and as much as she wanted to lean forward and get another sniff, she kept herself under control.

“Let go of me, John.” She kept her voice low and even.

They stared at one another for a long moment then he let go of her and pushed back in his chair.

“Happy now?” She rubbed at her wrist.

“Ecstatic.” He grumbled.

She got to her feet, watching his eyes as she ran her hands down the front of her skirt, smoothing down the clingy material. He looked up and caught her stare. A wry smile crossed her lips when she saw the challenge in his dark eyes.

Reaching into the pocket of her jacket, she pulled out a card and laid it on the desk in front of him.

“What the hell is that?” He looked at it warily.

“My business card.”

“What the hell do I want it for?” He picked it up and started to throw it in the trash can but she grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“Meet me for dinner tonight.” She plucked the card out of his fingers, tucked it into the front pocket of his shirt and patted his chest lightly.

Then she turned away from him and headed for the door.

“Why?” He called after her.

She stopped and turned around. He met her eyes and felt a shiver run down his spine. The electricity snapping between them was like a live wire and he felt the hairs on his body stand up.

“You wanted to know why I'm back in Vegas?” She gave him a seductive grin. “Meet me tonight and I'll tell you why.”

Part 2

The Tower

The street was dark and quiet and as far off the Vegas strip as you could get.

John pulled up to the curb and sat there for a few minutes with the engine idling before he finally killed the motor and took a look around. There wasn't a whole hell of a lot to see. Andi had picked a quiet spot this time and if the address on the card was right, The Tower was in an old double story brick building that had once been a shipping warehouse.

There were no windows but this time there was a security gate and even a uniformed guard standing watch. John couldn't help a smile. Apparently, Andi wasn't taking any chances this time and if he knew her, there would be even more security on the inside of those nondescript walls.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the card in his hand. Dammit, he knew that he was making a mistake just being there. This was a honey trap. He knew it was a honey trap but for some reason he just hadn't been able to resist. Andi stirred something in him. A primal need that made him want to throw her against the wall and have her until she was too damn raw to even walk.

He knew that she would be as smooth as silk and his balls tightened at the thought of sinking into her soft warmth.

God damn it! He squeezed his eyes shut and his hands curled into fists, the nails digging into his palms until they drew blood. This was crazy. He hadn't exactly had anything that you could even call a relationship with a woman in ages and the prostitutes he sometimes used to take care of his needs didn't count. His own hand didn't even come in a close second.

He had almost made up his mind to leave when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up as the security gate slowly swung open. The security guard had moved out of sight but he was sure that the man was still there from the being watched look that made the hairs on the back of his neck start up.

He tucked the card back into his pocket and started the car up again. Pulling forward, he leaned out the window ready to identify himself.

“Detective Sheppard?” A female sounding voice sounded from out of the darkness.

John blinked in surprise, looked up and found himself staring at a tall, coolly beautiful blond woman dressed in a short leather dress and not very much else.

“Drive on around.” The woman pressed something in her hand. A red light blinked and the gate swung slightly shut behind him. “You're expected.”

Andi must have been pretty sure that he'd show up. Slowly he drove around the curving driveway and stopped in front of a walk way of white stone. Before he even got out of his car, a door at the top of the steps opened and golden light spilled out into the darkness.

“So you decided to take me up on my offer.”

He looked up, saw Andi standing framed in the doorway and his breath caught in his throat. She'd pulled her hair back and soft tendrils framed her face. She looked sweet and innocent in the thin white dress she wore but from the way the light was shining behind her, John could tell that she was naked underneath.

So much for sweet and innocent.

He got out of the car, slowly walked up the short walk and stopped at the bottom of the steps. He raised his head and looked up at her. “I could still leave.”

A small smile curved her lips. “But you won't.”

Andi turned around and walked back inside.

Damn! John wanted to leave. Every cell in his brain was telling him to run. To just run and get the hell out of there, but another part of him was urging him forward. Before his brain could stop him, he was up the steps and following her into the light.

The door closed behind him and he heard the distinct sound of a lock being snapped shut. He turned around and saw Andi holding something that looked like a remote in her hand.

“Worried that I might try and escape?”

“For privacy.” She smiled and tossed it to him. “But if you really want to leave-”

He caught the device in his hand. It was small, no bigger than his hand and looked like a little like a garage door opener. “Thanks.” He slipped it into his jacket pocket. “Maybe later. If things get too rough.”

“For you or for me?”

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“On what kind of game you're trying to play.”

“There are plenty of games I want to play with you, John. Games that I know you'll really enjoy.”

All sorts of images flashed through his mind at those words. “Maybe so. But I don't think I'm liking this one very well. What the hell am I doing here, Andi?”

“I don't know.” She cocked her head slightly. “Why are you here?”

“What is this? Twenty questions?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “And you still haven't told me why you're back in Vegas.”

“Can't you stop talking like a cop long enough to eat dinner?”

Anger flashed across his face. “Tell me the truth and stop answering my questions with a question.”

“After dinner.”

“Tell me now.”

“After dinner.”

Tension crackled between them and it was all John could do to hold onto his temper. Damn her. He could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't going to tell him anything until she got what she wanted.

Alright then. He'd just have to play along with her for a little while.

He shrugged his shoulders, trying to loosen the knot of tension in his back as he looked around the spacious living room, taking in the elegant furnishings.

“Nice place. Not exactly what I expected. It looks...normal.”

“What were you expecting? Whips and chains on the walls?”

Andi laughed and seemed to relax but he knew that she was keeping a wary eye on him.

She came toward him and took his arm, leading him down a short hallway to another room that turned out to be the dining room.

“Maybe.” John tried not to think about the way she was pressing against his arm or how good she smelled.

“This is my private apartment, John. I keep the living room and dining room like this for my guests.” She leaned into him slightly. “Makes them feel a little more at home.”

“Yeah, you wouldn't want to scare off your 'clients.'” John smirked.

“They wouldn't be here if they were scared.” Something wicked flickered in her eyes and then it was gone. “What about you, John? Are you scared?”

“Not of you.”

“You should be.”

“Why? Do you plan on tying me up and spanking me?”

“If that's what you want.”

He felt that hot flush in his groin again. The woman was driving him crazy.

“Whoa.” John stopped at the edge of the dining room doorway. “Expecting more company?”

Soft candle light filled the room and John's stomach growled at the smell of the food waiting for them on the table.

“No. This is all for us.” Andi laughed and ran her hands over his belly. “You're too thin, John. When's the last time you ate anything that didn't come out of a greasy bag or a styrofoam container?”

“Last Wednesday.” He said sarcastically. “I had a sandwich out of the vending machine.”

“Still a smart ass.” Andi laughed. She took his arm and practically forced him to sit down. Then she lightly kissed his cheek and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. “Be a good boy and eat your vegetables.”

“Or what?” He gave her a long, level look.

She ran her hand inside his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingers scratched through the dark curling hairs on his chest and he nearly moaned.

“Or you won't get any dessert.”

John swallowed hard. She was so close. He could feel the heat of her and knowing that she was totally naked under that dress made his dick harden and his balls nearly scream with agony.

“Trying to be my mother now?” He licked his lips and resisted the urge to bury his face between her breasts. She smelled so warm and sweet and he was practically drooling from the urge to taste her.

“Not likely.” Her fingers raked across his chest again. Sliding her hand up his neck, she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulled his head back and planted a kiss on the bridge of his nose. “But you might get that spanking if you don't behave.”

She let go of his hair and moved around the table. Pulling out a chair she sat down across from him.

“What?” He smirked. “You don't want me to pull your chair out for you?”

“Since when have you ever been a gentleman, John Sheppard?” She picked up her fork and gave him a saucy grin. “I'm a big girl. I can handle myself.”

She smiled at him and he felt something warm touch the inside of his thigh. He jumped and realized that she was nudging the front of his jeans with her toe and he felt his face go red.

“You're a big boy too.” Her eyes widened slightly and she made a little growling sound. She sounded almost like she was purring. “A very big boy.”

“What the hell are you trying to do?” He grabbed at her foot but she'd already moved it away and was sliding it along the length of his leg.

“Nothing you don't want me to do.” She laughed and pulled her foot back before he could grab at her again. Picking up a roll from the basket on the table she threw it at him and it hit him square in the chest. “Now eat your dinner before it gets cold.”

John scowled at her and then picked up his fork. He didn't like being ordered around. But the food smelled delicious and he wasn't stupid enough to turn down the first really decent meal he'd had in weeks. The thought that the food might be drugged fluttered through his mind but one taste of the steak on his plate and he really didn't give a damn about it.

“Got anything to drink around this place?” He said around a mouthful of food.

“Sorry, I forgot to buy you a bottle of whiskey.” Andi set down her fork and reached for the bottle of wine beside her on the table. She poured a glass and handed it to him.

“As long as it gets me drunk.” He shrugged his shoulders, took it and swallowed about half the glass of the sweet stuff and then set it down beside his plate.

He knew that she was watching him and though it pissed him off a little, he kept on eating until he finished the last roll and drained his glass of the rest of the wine.

He set the glass down and raised his head to look at her. In the light of the candles flickering on the table her eyes looked soft and sleepy. John's lips quirked slightly. She might look like she was about to doze off but he knew that was just an act. Andi was as sharp as a tack and those gray eyes of hers never missed a thing.

As if knowing what he was thinking she opened her eyes and looked directly into his.

“Finished?” She shifted slightly and the dress pulled taunt across her breasts. Her nipples were like hard pin points beneath the thin material of her dress.

“You're not.” John forced himself not to look at her and nodded his head toward her nearly full plate.

“I'll have it wrapped for you.” She slid her chair back and stood up. “You can take it home with you.”

“What about dessert?” He couldn't resist asking.

“Since you were such a good boy you can have that now.”

John's head snapped up. The look she was giving him was hot enough to peel the paint off the walls.

She pressed something on the underside of the table and he heard a slight ringing noise from somewhere farther back inside the house. From out of nowhere, a slim Gothic looking youth appeared and stood patiently waiting by her side. She rested her hand on the young man's shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

The young man nodded, stood back and kept his eyes fixed somewhere on the wall behind John's head.

John gave him a curious look but the boy kept his eyes glued in that spot and wouldn't even so much as acknowledge that John was even there.

“Don't worry about him.” Andi took his hand and pulled him out of the chair. She pulled him after her and as she passed the silent young man, she gave him a light slap on the ass. “He won't tell anyone you were ever here. Anton knows how to keep his mouth shut.”

They were half way down the hall when John grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him. “Okay, Andi. Dinner's over.”

“And?”

“Don't act stupid.” He snapped. “You know exactly what I'm talking about.” He tightened his grip on her arm. “What the hell are you doing back in Vegas?”

She looked at his hand on her arm and then looked up at him. A slight smile crossed her face and she reached up to gently touch his face.

“Sugar, you're the detective. I'm sure you've figured that out by now.”

“Yeah...” He did smile then. “I had a feeling you were gonna say something stupid like that.”

He grabbed her hand and Andi felt something cold and hard snap shut around her wrist. Before she could pull away he had spun her around and had the second handcuff around her other wrist.

“Bastard!” She tried to jerk away from him, but he grabbed her arms, pulled her back and shoved her face first up against the wall.

“Not so fast.” He growled. His voice was a low rumble and she could feel the heat of his breath against her ear. Warm hands edged under the hem of the dress.

“What the hell are you doing?” Andi froze.

“Shut up. You've been frisked before.”

He was pressed against her back and he felt her tremble when he slid his hands down her legs and gripped the edge of her dress. He jerked it up over her hips, his fingers tracing over her smooth skin. But when one searching hand began to slide up the inside of her thigh, she arched back and tried to push him off of her.

He chuckled softly as his fingers found what they'd been searching for and Andi let out a curse when he jerked loose the tape she'd used to strap the gun to her leg.

“Ow! You son of a bitch!”

“Shut up. At least I didn't yank out any hair.” John jerked her around and held the gun up in her face. “Well, look at what I found. A concealed weapon.” His eyes narrowed angrily. “What were you planning to use this for? Get tired of the whips and chains?”

“It's for protection.”

“”Yeah, right.” He snorted and dropped the gun in the pocket of his jacket.

“That's mine.”

“Tough.” His jaw tensed and his eyes went dark. “Just how fucking stupid do you think I am, Andi?”

“Apparently, a lot.”

His backhand came so fast that she didn't see it coming. It wasn't a hard slap really, more like a tap on the cheek, but it was enough to get her attention.

“Who sent you, Andi?” He asked in a low threatening voice. The thought of his gambling debts crossed his mind. “Was it Mikey?”

“That asshole?” She scoffed. “Please.”

“Then who?”

“Guess.” She laughed and just the sound of it made him want to hit her again.

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Do you think I can't smell a little payback?” His grip tightened on her arm. “Have you got a camera hidden in your bed room? Take a few pictures of me naked and strapped down to your bed?”

“Have you got so many enemies that you're that paranoid, Sheppard?”

“Then what?” He asked angrily. “Why go to all this trouble if you don't plan on setting me up?”

She just smiled and looked up at him.

A wave of fury and something like desire washed over him. “Okay. You want to play your little games? I'll show you one of mine.”

He leaned close and pressed his mouth against hers in a possessive kiss. She tasted like wine and he kissed her harder. His hands went to the front of her dress. He gripped the thin material in both his hands and gave a sharp yank. It felt apart like tissue paper and he pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms. Her hands were already trapped by the handcuffs and there was nothing she could do to stop her breasts from falling full and heavy into his hands.

He pinched her already hard nipples, twisting slightly. She tried to cry out but his mouth still covered hers and all she could manage was a muffled whimper.

Trapped against him, she tried to bring a knee up between his legs but he jammed his leg between her thighs. She was wet and he could feel the dampness soaking into the knee of his jeans. Fresh lust ripped through him and he had to fight back the urge to just throw her down on the carpeted floor.

Breathing hard he rested his forehead against hers. Her eyes were dilated and she was breathing as hard as he was. She licked her full lips and John had to suck in a breath. She was so beautiful. But so was a snake just before it sank its teeth into you.

“If my hands were free...”

“You'd what?” John lifted his leg higher, rubbing his denim covered knee against her slick folds.

“You son of a bitch.” She gasped and bit her lip. He could tell from the way she tried to tighten her thighs around his leg, that the friction was driving her insane.

“I think you called me that already.”

Her jaw tensed. “You know that all I have to do is scream.”

John drew in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Then maybe I should gag you.”

“Mm...a little police brutality, huh? I'm so scared.”

“You should be.”

John lowered his head again, aiming to brutalize those ripe full breasts that weighed heavy in his hands, when he heard a noise. He looked around, listening intently for where that sound had come from. A frown crossed his face when he remembered Andi's little play pet was probably still clearing away the dishes from the dining room.

Andi must have heard it too. He felt her draw a breath but before she could cry out, he clamped his hand over her mouth.

“Make one noise...” He left the rest of his threat unsaid but from the look in Andi's eyes she knew what he meant. “Good girl.”

A disappointed look crossed her face when he removed his leg from between her thighs and stepped back. John chuckled and jerked her toward him. Keeping his hand over her mouth, he made her move in front of him and gave her a little push down the hall and toward the half open door that she'd been leading him toward.

He pushed the door open with his shoulder, shoved her inside and kicked it shut behind them. It closed with a quiet click and John reached back and turned the lock with his free hand.

Taking his hand off of her mouth, he shoved her toward the bed. She staggered and would have fallen but he grabbed the chain of the cuffs and pulled her back. Her chest rose and fell in anger, she shot him a furious look and then she opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could.

John just looked at her and then he shook his head and started to laugh. When he looked back at her his smile was cold and tight. “Go ahead and scream your head off, Andi. I know this room is sound proof.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of that, Sheppard.”

“Didn't I tell you not to give up your day job?” He jerked her arms back. Her head was against his chest. Keeping one hand on her wrist he slid his hand over her hip and down between her thighs. “Now,” he breathed hot against her ear. “We are going to make a little deal, Miss Andi.”

“What kind of deal?”

He could feel her heart beating hard where his arm was pressed against her. He flicked his tongue across the soft spot behind her ear and she mewled like a cat.

“You tell me the truth and I won't arrest your ass for prostitution...again.”

“I already told you the truth.”

“Bullshit.” He growled. “I didn't just fall off of a turnip truck, Andi.” He raised his head and looked around the room. “I know you've got a camera in here somewhere.”

“You're crazy.”

“God damn right I am.” He snarled. “And I'm getting pretty damn tired of this little cloak and dagger game of yours.”

“Go to hell!”

“Ding!” He slid a finger between her folds and she jerked. “Wrong answer. Wanna try again?”

“I am not trying to set you up, you stupid bastard!” She was really breathing hard now.

“Ding! Another wrong answer!” He slid another calloused finger into her.

She struggled and the feel of her fingers brushing against his crotch set his blood on fire.

“One last chance, Andi.” He nipped at the soft flesh of her neck. He squeezed her clit between his thumb and forefinger and she cried out and arched back against him. “Tell me now or I promise you that you won't get out of prison until you're so old your tits are draggin' the ground.”

“Alright!” She shuddered and cried out, her body arching back against him. “I'll tell you!”

John slid his fingers out of her, wiped his hand against the thin material of her dress and spun her around to face him.

When she didn't answer he dug his fingers into her arms. “Well?”

She glared up at him and he dug his fingers in harder. “I'm waiting, Andi. Tell me what you are doing back in Vegas.”

She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and lifted her chin higher. “You.”

John stared at her and then his eyes narrowed angrily. “I knew this was was a god damn setup!” He shoved her away from him and she fell back on top of the bed. She was flat on her back and he knew it had to hurt with her hands trapped under her but right at the moment he didn't give a damn.

He braced his hands on either side of her and leaned over. “Who put you up to it?”

“God, but you are such an idiot. Am I going to have to hit you over the head with a hammer to make you see it?” She forced herself up on one elbow and glared at him with a heat that was so raw and so real that John had to take a step back. “Nobody put me up to anything. I came back because of you, John. I came back because I wanted you.”

“You want me?” John looked at her for a minute and then he snorted with laughter. “That's the dumbest damn thing I've ever heard.” He turned away from her, intending to leave her ass sitting there but her words stopped him before he cold reach the door.

“And there you go again. Running away like you always do.” She called after him, her voice taunting him. “Poor little John Sheppard. Afraid that he might actually feel something for somebody else. Too afraid of his own self to see what's right in front of him. ”

He turned back around to look at her. His face was cold and impassive, revealing nothing. “And what am I supposed to be seeing, Andi? A two bit whore who uses whips and chains to beat a man into submission?” His voice was cruel and his hands itched to slap that smug smile off of her face because he knew deep down that she was right. “Sorry, baby. But I'll never submit to you.”

“Then why are you still here.” She laughed, pushed herself up and slid to the edge of the bed. She laughed when his gaze slid to her breasts. “Admit it, John. You want me as much as I want you.”

“I don't want you.”

“Then leave.” She tipped her chin toward his jacket pocket. “You've still got the remote. You could have left anytime that you wanted to.” She gave him a knowing smile. “But I don't think that you want to.”