What the fuck have I gotten myself into...

The woman that opens the door is flawless.

I never use that word lightly but nothing has ever, or will ever suit anyone better, than the one standing in front of me right now.

She is flawless... Completely and utterly.

I'm screwed.

This woman is going to break me.

Her eyes widen as she fully sees me, and roam every inch of me while my own do exactly the same thing with her. Not caring in the least, as I leave lazy lines up and down her with my eyes.

The dress she has on is stunning.

It's tight as hell, but still extremely classy. The long lace sleeves hug her arms the whole way down, gorgeously see-through. Giving you just a taste at the skin under it, and leave you wanting, practically begging, to find out the rest of the mystery. The neckline is borderline low, cupping and shaping her chest, while the body has this lace over tone, hugging and curving to the rest of her figure, before finishing mid thigh. She turns slightly as her eyes drop lower and I get a small peek at the back, completely covered in the see-through lace once more, leaving a bare patch of skin across her lower back before turning to the same as the front over that ass of hers. The colour freakishly matches my own, being a dark navy colour, contrasting with the blonde of her hair so well as it falls in soft waves over her shoulders, and half way down her back.

I can't stop looking at her.

The dress is the kind that can slay you across a room by just a glimpse, let alone how it almost makes my knees buckle this close up.

Fucking hell..

Her eyes finally come back to my own, and I hold her look, my tongue coming out to wet my lips the instant I see her chest rise sharply.

Fuck, she is barely breathing right now.

The words are out of my mouth, barely registering myself that I've even said them.

"I don't know if I can do this."

Her face falls for a moment, before a soft, tight smile shines.

"Oh, well if you want to bail, that's ok. I mean we haven't left yet, and I don't mind going stag if..."

I cut her off, stepping in so I can reach her. I'm fucking dying to touch her right now. My hand trails along her jaw, lightly brushing my thumb along those lips I've felt like meeting for a while, before I turn my hand over to hold her jaw.

"No, I don't think I can share a room with you tonight, and keep my hands to myself. You look.... You look unbelievably beautiful, Brooke."

She blinks at me for a moment, and I think it's the first time I've ever actually called her Brooke. Fuck, what am I doing...

Her in that dress has seriously fried my brain.. I can't offer her what she deserves. What I know she would want if we took this further...

I don't do relationships... Fuck...

The focus comes back to her eyes, and her smile shifts into something damn right wicked.

"Adults, remember... Now come on, Captain Tight Pants, let's get this show on the road."

Somehow that turns me on even more, than what's she's wearing.

What the hell is happening to me..

The car ride over is one of the most serene, and tense one's I've ever had. We barely speak to each other, and although the silence is laced with weirdness, it's oddly comforting too. The place they picked for this work do is actually damn nice, and the valet greets us as we pull up to not only park my damn car, but also take the two bags we have.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little impressed, and seriously wondering what kind of company they work for that splashes money like this on their employees. It honestly makes the bar tab I footed for my last work do, seem damn right cheap in comparison.

She slides in next to me as we start towards the doors, and I reach down to grab her hand in mine, before I even think about it. Her head turns to me for a moment, smiling while she drops to us linked, before tightening her grip. My own head turns, trying to get a bit of cooler air in me, and not snap whatever the heck is holding me back from crashing my face into hers. Although I have no clue what this guy looks like, I still scan the crowd, finding that I seem to slip into protective mode quite easily with her.

Fuck man, don't think.

You think too much, especially about her, and you're going to do something stupid.

The others are already there, and gotta say looking damn good too. I know the twins clean up nice, their toned physique showing through their very fitted suits, and I'm left wondering if Penny had anything to do with their outfits. I seriously don't remember them ever owning anything that tight... Penny though, her slender self is shining in an off the shoulder silvery floor length gown, fitted to perfection. Any other day I might find myself looking harder at her, but tonight... I have no eyes for anyone else, bar the woman beside me. Brooke's hand leaves mine as the girls hug, and I nod my head to the twins.

"Looking sharp, fellas."

Ty's face breaks into a grin as he poses, while Seth rolls his eyes.

"I'm fairly sure if I move wrong in this, I'm going to bust a seam. Avert your eyes when we hit the dance floor people, but it's the woman's night, and she gets what she wants."

Well, suspicion confirmed... Completely Penny's doing.

"Ya damn straight. So, what's the game plan between you two tonight?..."

Well.. apart from me desperately wanting to not only nail, but deeply impale short stuff to the damn wall??..

".. Are you pretend dating? Going in as friends?.. You need a clear plan before you run into David, and you know he's going to be looking for you, especially when he spots you in that. Damn girl, you can seriously wear that thing!"

Brooke's head swings to me a Penny's words, and it finally occurs to me that we missed that whole conversation. The corner of her lip comes into bite, and it switches something in me to see her doing that, to the point that it drives me fucking nuts. Hell..

I'm speaking before the silence lasts much longer, and I end up saying something I'm going to regret.

"Dating... Gives me an excuse to be close to you, and look cozy enough to get the guy to fuck off."

"Good with me."

Her smile is bright as she steps back towards me, and links her hand in mine once again.

"Aww, such a cute couple... Right fellas, grab an arm each, and let's do this."

I wait for the other's to move, before lightly tugging her hand and holding her back. There's something I need to know first.

"So I don't cross a line, what are you not ok with me doing tonight?"

The way her head tilts slightly is the most cutest thing I've seen, and I immediately shove that thought away. With what she's wearing tonight, I need to keep my head straight, and clearly know my boundaries. I, however, shouldn't have expected to have a strictly civilized conversation with her though.

"Can you give me an example, muscles?.."

Our linked hands move as she tucks them behind her back, edging me closer to her so that my chest lightly brushes hers. Hell, how does she always smell so damn good...

".. For example, this is fine with me."

I can see the challenge in her eyes, and it's damn addictive when she has it shining there. Almost as though it pulls at something inside me, rips up that competitive streak, and I can't back down.

"And if I do this.."

Reaching my other hand up, I brush her cheek gently, before turning my hand to drag the back of it ever so lightly down her neck, across her collarbone, and along the top of her chest. Even if I didn't see it, I would have sure as hell felt it, as she sucks in a deep breath the moment I touch her.

Jesus hell, I wanna do so much more to her right now.

She leans into my touch as she raises her own hand, her fingertips brushing the opening of my shirt, before rounding to slide gently up the back of my neck.

"I think it's well established that not a lot is off limits, Captain Tight Pants.."

I'm grinning like a damn idiot as I lean down to brush my lips against her ear, nudging her hair aside with my head as I go.

"Well noted, short stuff."

Her grip tightens on my neck for a moment, before she releases me and steps back. I'm left holding nothing but air, before dropping my hands, the grin still firmly stuck on my face.

This is going to be one hell of a night...