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EllaRae

EllaRae

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Jan 9, 2010
Trinity Parks looked every part of a young intern trying to ace her first interview with Umbrella Corp. Her long, wavy brown hair was swept back into a French twist with her side swept bangs occasionally falling into her piercing crystal blue eyes. Her athletic yet curvy frame was garbed in a black blazer over a matching lacy camisole and a form-fitting black pencil skirt and her feet were clad in stilettos that clicked against the marble flooring as she crossed from the front door over to the receptionist’s desk. A portfolio was clasped in her manicured hands and she flashed a brilliant smile at the Administrative assistant as she approached.

“Hello,” Trinity’s voice was clear and had the faintest hint of an accent that was, as yet, unrecognizable though it added a bit of foreign flair to her tone. “I am here for the interview? My name is Trinity,” she smiled and extended her hand, switching her portfolio to her left hand. “Trinity Parks.”

The woman arched a single brow as she looked her over, then nodded once though she didn’t offer to shake hands. Motioning to a nearby seat, the secretary said in a slightly clipped tone, “Have a seat, Ms. Parks. Mr. Braxton will be with you as soon as he is available….”

With that, the receptionist immediately dismissed Trinity with a wave of her hand as she turned back to the paperwork upon her desk. That left Trinity no other real option than to take a seat as she had been ordered and she walked to one of the plush black leather chairs surrounding the edges of the room, crossing one shapely leg over the other as she surveyed the room. Hopefully, this way would be just as easy as she had planned for it to be. Her constructed resume was impressive, her communication skills were enviable and….

It helped that the CEO of Umbrella corporation was a known womanizer with a penchant for brunettes.
 
"Sir," a female voice spoke through the intercom, "your appointment is here."

"I'll be right out," Richard Braxton said holding the talk key down. He stood and looked into his mirror, straightening the collar of his black suit coat. He pushed his long brown hair behind his ears and pulled his black tie down ever so slightly to unbutton the top button of his button down white shirt. He opened the opening ever so slightly to fully reveal his muscular neck and gave himself his most charming smile.

That's right, he thought to himself. Keep smiling jackass and maybe you'll get this one without a hitch too.

Satisfied with his appearance Richard walked to the window of his office and bent one of the old blinds down to look out at the hallway. He first noticed his secretary typing away on her computer and then his eyes settled on his appointment. She was a gorgeous woman with wavy brown hair swept back into a French twist, icy blue eyes and a perfectly shaped body accentuated by the form-fitting black pencil skirt she wore. Richard cleared his throat and grinned to himself.

Jackpot.

He let go of the blind and grabbed the office door handle. He pulled it open quickly and stepped from the room, offering a hand to the woman seated before him.

"Richard Braxton," he said taking her hand.
 
Trinity heard the door open and a faint smile curved her painted lips as she pretended to not hear a thing until suddenly, a deep and heart-tripping masculine voice addressed her.

“Richard Braxton,” he said as he extended his hand towards her and she finally looked up, catching his gaze with her own. Though she had seen his picture, both in the gossip rags and in the dossier that she had on him, he was quite a different sight to behold in person. His eyes were stunning, for a man, and the way he dressed with his necktie tugged loose and the top few buttons undone on his shirt held notes of both authority and an easygoing charm.

She had to admit, she was intrigued.

Slipping her hand into his, she shook firmly and as she retracted her hand she let her fingertips brush lightly over the inside of his wrist and across his palm. A small gesture to entice though shielded well enough under the guise that she was simply pulling her hand from his.

“Trinity Parks, Mr. Braxton,” she smiled up at him as she stood, gathering the portfolio against her midsection as she fixed the strap of her purse along her right shoulder. “I’m here for the internship?” Her tone was now afflicted with a slight shyness, as if she was in awe of meeting one of the most powerful men (and eligible bachelors) in the country. Casting her eyes down to the floor for the moment, she reluctantly let them flicker back to his as another smile curved her mouth.
 
The subtle caress of Trinity's hand as it left his didn't fail to leave its impression. Adding to it was the seductively sexy voice the woman spoke with, only increasing Richard's interest in this new intern.

"Trinity Parks," Richard repeated, "Beautiful name. Appropriate for someone as beautiful as yourself." He flashed another grin and stepped to the side. "After you." He gestured with his free hand to a leather chair in front of his desk in his office. As she stepped in, Richard did an arm pump. He looked to his right, catching the glance of his secretary and immediately straightened up, moving inside quickly and shutting the door with a nervous cough.

Richard pulled the chair out for his new arrival and sat in the chair next to her to give her a more familiar feeling with him. God knows he wanted to feel more comfortable with her.

"I think I'll sit here," Richard said as he sat. "I know how I felt during my interview with this place. I thinks its best if you aren't glaring over a desk at each other. I like to think of it as a friendly chat between friends."

Richard pulled a pen from his pen cup and opened a notpad to his right. "So, Ms. Parks, what interests you in our corporation?"
 
Walking in to the office ahead of Richard, Trinity allowed a subtle smirk to flash across her countenance before reverting to her mask once more. She had felt the slight shiver of his muscles as her fingertips had grazed his skin and the lingering trails that his eyes had traced over her body as she passed him on her way to take her seat.

This might be easier than she had thought.

She turned her gaze to the man’s desk as he pulled up a chair beside her, her eyes quickly searching the contents on its surface before she fully turned her attention onto him once more.

“It is more comfortable, I admit…” she gestured one hand towards the desk as she crossed her legs once more, her knees angled just the slightest bit in his direction so that he knew he was the focus of her gaze. “And that desk –is- rather imposing.” A soft laugh escaped her throat and she pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear as it fell into her vision.

As he asked his first question, she ‘accidentally’ let her eyes travel over his form once more as her lips parted slightly. “My interest in this corporation….” She trailed off for a moment then reined herself back into the present, as if she had been momentarily distracted. “Ahh, yes…” a soft blush colored her cheeks even as she straightened her posture, slipping easily into ‘business mode’.

“Umbrella corporation is one of the leaders in the fields of chemistry and biotechnology. Genetic engineering isn’t something that you’re working to understand, it is something you have mastered and are seeking to perfect. I want to be a part of that. If I am going to work for anyone, I want it to be the best in the business.”

As she spoke, she handed her portfolio towards him. The slender folder contained personal references from some of the most renown professors in the fields of biotechnology as well as a copy of her resume studying under and/or working for some of them and what her field of study was in each internship.
 
Richard accepted the portfolio and opened it up to the index, skimming through it quickly to find points of interest. Naturally, as with any prospect employee, he had done a suitable background check and was impressed with what he saw. He decided to bring up a lot of her more impressive achievements in person.

"So you attended Yale for a year before earning a full ride and apprenticeship to MIT? No small feat." He looked up at her over the top of the portfolio to meet her eyes.

"It says you also studied under Professor Arnold Coleburn, one of the most renowned Biotechnology and Chemical experts in the world." He closed the portfolio and set it down on the desk to his right, scooting forward a bit in his chair and leaning in closer to Trinity. "I don't think I've ever seen a more qualified person enter enter these doors." As he said this he let his gaze wonder her body before snapping back up to her eyes quickly with another grin.

"So tell me," Richard said resting his hand on the desk. "What were your plans if you were to be accepted for the intern position. What field caught your eye?"
 
"What were your plans if you were to be accepted for the intern position......"

The corners of her lips lifted, a barely noticeable reaction as her internal thoughts swirled. Oooh, Richard Braxton, if only you knew....

Instead, she skimmed a palm over her thigh before settling her hands into her lap for a more relaxed appearance. "Well, chemistry is entertaining but biotechnology is really where my interest lies. I heard you guys are looking into marketing sustainable biofuels and when I was studying with Professor Coleburn, I really believe he was on the brink of something fascinating..." She shook her head sadly and let a soft sigh escape her lips as she looked over at Richard, meeting his eyes with her own. "Sadly, his funding dried up before we could make a breakthrough but with this company and its resources I have a feeling that we could pick up where he left off."

Professor Coleburn, of course, had actually retired quite a wealthy man thanks to her actual employers. A few million dollars tucked into the Professor's pocket was all that was required for a glowing recommendation, a falsified work history beneath him at the University and the promise that he would never breathe a word of the truth to anyone. At least, not until she had acquired what she had set out to obtain from the Umbrella corporation.
 
"That is a shame," Richard replied. "He was a friend of this company and to see him go out such a way is terrible." Richard had never met the man personally but had read quite a bit written by him and a lot of his breakthroughs had created a foundation on which this company stood on.

"I assure you that money will never be an issue in this company. We have the worlds leading specialists and government funding at our disposal so we'll be in business for a very long time. Our labs are considered the most advanced in the US and Europe and our benefit plan is enough to make royalty of us all." Richard smiled at his comment, thinking about how much money he'd personally made in the last month alone. His new Bently was only a small portion of that payment.

"Now," Richard said grabbing some documents he'd reserved for Trinity to take with her, "Starting out in this company you will be working with me in the Biotech weaponry field. Military grade and such, its all in there." He placed them inside her portfolio and handed it back to her

Richard leaned forward once more and offered a hand. "It'd be an honor to have you join our company and an honor to have someone so," he paused to look Trinity over once more before adding, "gifted a part of my staff. Consider this a formal acceptance into the Umbrella corporation."
 
Biotech weaponry? He was actually going to let her into the very sector that she thought she would have to sneak into during off hours? This was, as she had thought before, almost too easy and her eyes narrowed the slightest bit before returning to their original wide-eyed gaze of acceptance. She stood up, shaking his hand with her right hand as she shuffled all of the papers into her left hand once more.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Braxton. I will work my hardest underneath of you so that you never regret this decision.” Her voice had dipped the slightest bit as she had mentioned working underneath of him, though he wouldn’t pick up on such a small intonation, it would hopefully stir up certain thoughts that she would revisit in a few weeks. A month at the most. It all depended on how well they worked together.


Three weeks later:


Though her actual field hadn’t actually been in the field of biotechnology, Trinity knew enough about weaponry to make at least this job assignment reasonably believable though some of the scientists she had been paired up with seemed to question how she knew the specs of a secretive laser-guided cryo-weapon but not the way to fuel such a weapon with sustainable fuel sources. Yet with a quick laugh and a well-placed touch, most of the men in the facility seemed to stutter, blush and forget their queries.

It had taken this long, three whole weeks, for her to finally narrow down the very thing she was after and her plan was soon to be set in motion on how to obtain it. If her recent flirtations with one, Mr. Richard Braxton, had taken hold then she may be able to bring her mission to the next level.

Mr. Braxton had a coded keycard on his person at all times that had the highest level of clearance in the entire facility. The only other card like it was securely locked in a bank vault that required a key from each of the 5 members on the company’s board of advisors to unlock. So getting the clearance would be easiest if she could just get Richard to relinquish that card.

On a busy Friday, as the lab was wrapping up its testing for the day, Trinity bid her new coworkers goodbye and slipped out of her lab coat, hanging it upon a peg. Fridays were supposed to be ‘business casual’ and so she had picked out a gauzy blue top that matched her eyes over a black skirt and the same stiletto heels that she had worn during her interview. She smoothed one hand down over her skirt to make sure that there were no wrinkles before stepping out of the sliding glass doors that separated the laboratories from the rest of the building and set off down the hallway towards the lobby with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
 
Richard stepped out of his Bently and hit the lock button on his key. The two-beep arming sound echoed through the basement level parking structure as Richard turned and made his way to the elevator. He checked his smart phone's calendar to make sure he didn't have any previous engagements he'd forgotten about. He grinned to himself seeing the four hour gap in his schedule and decided now was the perfect time to relax in his office and take a break from the busy life of a CEO.

He stepped into the elevator and pulled a key card from inner coat pocket. He slid the card through the security mechanism and thumbed the top floor. A beep and a green flashing light showed his security clearance success and the doors shut taking him up to his floor. The ride was relatively short for the 50 floors he traveled and as the doors opened he stepped from the elevator and out into the hallway.

He passed by several employees on his way in, many walking with him for a short time to clear up questions they had or to ask him if he needed anything and he tried to answer and decline them as fast as possible. All he wanted to do was relax and escape the business for a brief period.

He answered his last question and looked down to pull his key out of his pocket when he bumped into someone. He quickly looked up and thrust an arm out behind the person he'd hit, catching them and holding them tightly to prevent them falling. He looked up and smiled into the face of Trinity Parks.

"Ms. Parks," he said standing her up and grabbing his key. "Fancy bumping into you here. I was just on my way to my office."
 
Trinity saw Richard walking towards his office, chatting briefly with several employees as he cut a path through the lobby and she timed her interception just as he was slipping his hand into his pocket to retrieve his key. As expected, he slammed into her, almost knocking her to the floor but his reactions were surprisingly quick as he looped an arm around her to catch her just in the nick of time and steady her on her feet again.

She placed her hand upon his arm as he regained his own composure as well before finally slipping the key out of his pocket. A soft frown curved her lips as she saw that he was going in there, presumably to relax, rather than pause for even a brief moment to speak with her. The look quickly cleared from her face though as she traced her gaze over his face and smiled.

“Please, it’s Trinity…” she said in her accented tone before continuing, “And why are you going to your office? The work day is over, you know….” A light, throaty laugh escaped her lips as she motioned to the elevator with an arched brow.

“Don’t you ever go out?”
 
"Well Trinity," Richard said, "I like to be on call in case people need me. And my office is a nice place to get away from certain responsibilities."

"Don't you ever go out?"

Richard checked his watch. Eh, I've got all day tomorrow to do my job. Let's have some fun.

Richard smiled and pocketed his office key. "Well, Trinity, I do in fact go out quite often. I actually just got back from my last appointment of the day, another potential buyer for the military and such. I was thinking of relaxing in my office for a while before heading out but perhaps I can find somewhere better to relieve some stress."

Richard thought back and couldn't remember the last time he'd gone out with a woman. He'd been so engrossed in his work he thought it'd be nice to get out for a while and be in the company of someone other than money hungry businessmen, especially a someone as attractive as Trinity Parks.

"What did you have in mind?"
 
Trinity pondered for a moment, tilting her head slightly to the side as if deciding where she wanted to go. Instead, she was actually pondering how best to play her cards so that success was insured. Work clothes simply wouldn’t do, she needed him to want her so badly that his common sense went out the window. So, a change of clothing was in order.

She looked at her watch as if noting the time and then looked back over Richard with a soft smirk. “Well, everywhere would be super crowded right now. Want to meet at that new bar down on Centennial at 8pm? I know one of the bartenders so I can probably get us a good deal…”

Retrieving a pen from her purse, she walked to the secretary’s desk and stole one of the generic business cards that was sitting in a holder for the clientele. Flipping it over, she jotted her cell phone number onto the back and walked over to Richard, slipping it into his breast pocket and patting it lightly with her hand.

“There. In case plans change, you have my number. If I don’t get a call then I’ll see you at 8pm!”

With that, she turned on her heel, her smile curving into a light smirk as she walked into the elevator car for her trip down to the ground floor.
 
Richard smiled at the suggested bar on Centennial. "That'd be great. I think I could use a drink tonight."

“There. In case plans change, you have my number. If I don’t get a call then I’ll see you at 8pm!”

"8 it is," Richard said with a grin. "I'll see you there." Trinity turned to leave, walking to the elevator and Richard watched her go. She definitely was worth going out for drinks with. Nothing like a woman with looks and a brain.

He shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind. He didn't normally think like this, he didn't act the way he did with her with anyone else. Something was really intriguing about her and Richard wanted to know more. Checking his watch he noticed the time and saw that drinks were a few hours away. He retrieved his office key from his pocket and entered hanging his suit coat on the rack and removing his tie. He walked to his desk and sat, flipping on his computer and mindlessly sorting through his inbox. Nothing of note appeared, the usual emails from people interested in his work and the occasional spam letter. He mentally growled at the spam and deleted them from his inbox, saving the rest to view later. He closed the window and sat back in his leather chair, retrieving his smart phone and Trinity's number to enter into it.

As soon as he pulled the card from his pocket his phone flashed once and turned off, the battery completely drained. He frowned and heaved a sigh of annoyance. "Damn phone."

Focusing his gaze intently on the phone he gripped it a bit harder, his index finger touching the opening where the phone charger would be inserted. A few blue sparks of electricity jumped from his fingertip to the phone's opening and the phone flashed back on to the home screen, power bars completely restored. With a slight grin of accomplishment he entered the number, set the phone back in his pocket and reclined back in his chair with his arms behind his head.

"This'll be fun."

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Richard stepped from his Bently he'd parked behind the building and walked to he entrance of Centennial Bar. The place wasn't packed, seeing as it was a new place in a big city, but had enough people inside to create an inviting atmosphere. He approached the bar and sat down at a stool on the far end of the bar where he and Trinity could talk and drink without being disturbed. He checked his watch once more noting that it was 7:58pm. He grabbed a peanut from the bowl in front of him, cracked the shell and flicked the nut into his mouth.

"Can I get ya anything?" the bartender asked.

"Not quite yet," Richard replied waving him off. "I'm expecting someone." The bartender nodded and went back to his other customers, Richard swiveling in his chair to face the entrance.
 
Trinity’s lips held the smirk that curved them the entire way home, until she got to her temporary apartment. The place was mostly bare, a sign that she didn’t really live here and didn’t plan on staying too horribly long either. The décor was modern but only the bare necessities furnished the place. A couch and a television in the living room A bed and a simply chest of drawers in the bedroom, etc. She didn’t plan on inviting anyone back to her place, ever, but even if someone happened to drop by she could pretend that she was still moving in. Her furniture was on backorder, the moving company had lost her stuff… There were a dozen lies she could tell since her composed back story claimed that she had moved into the city directly from Massachusetts.

Looking at the clock on the wall, she realized she had more than enough time to get ready so a shower was definitely in order. When she emerged, she wrapped a soft towel about her body and set about drying her hair, applying her makeup, etc. After she deemed herself ready for clothing, she slipped on a dress and some stilettos and settled down at her kitchen counter to read over his dossier one last time…

Name: Richard Maxwell Braxton
Age: 31
Date of birth: 10/14/1980
Race: White
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 195
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Blue
Father: Johnathan P. Braxton
Mother: Alice M. Smith-Braxton
Known Associates:
Education: K-12, 'Summa Cum Laude' of North Western University in Biotechnology, minor in Physics
Work History: Assistant to CEO- Umbrella Corp, CEO -Umbrella Corp.
Criminal records: N/A

There were other papers attached. Records, detailed invoices of products leaving and exiting the company, paid for information from a worker or two that had ‘retired’ from Umbrella Corporation, etc. All of this information sorted and compiled for one reason and one reason only… To get her delicately manicured fingers on Mr. Braxton’s keycard so she could access the vault inside of his company and relieve him of some very top secret, very intriguing files detailing a new series of bio-weapons that Umbrella Corporation was currently working on.

After she was finished reading, she stood up and walked over into her bare office, unlocking a small file cabinet and stuffing the dossier in the top drawer amongst a ton of other legitimate-looking paperwork explaining theories and articles concerning biotechnology. As she turned back around, she retrieved her evening clutch from the table and gave her apartment one last sweeping gaze.

“Bye, apartment. It’s been fun but if tonight goes as planned… I won’t see you after this moment.” A grin swept her berry-colored lips as she exited her apartment, closing and locking the door behind her.




At 8:02pm, Trinity exited her gray Aston Martin and tossed her keys to a gawking Valet as she rounded the front of the car. Grinning, she placed a fingertip beneath the boy’s chin and pushed up, helping him close his gaping mouth. “Would you like to make some extra cash?” She asked in a sultry tone and the boy nodded his head rapidly, his eyes tracing over her briefly before raising to meet her gaze. Giving a low, throaty laugh, she slipped a hundred dollar bill from her clutch and tucked it into the boy’s pocket.

“That… Is for keeping an eye on my car tonight and you’ll get three of those if you do one favor for me.” She looked at the door of the bar and then back to the Valet with a wicked grin. “I plan on going home with someone tonight so if you still see my car here by the time you get off of work… Could you drive my car and park it on First Street for me?”

Once more, the boy nodded, too enthralled by the large bill in his pocket to even bother asking the most logical question… How he was supposed to get the remaining money from her? So, either he got a brand new car that her employers would get back at their own leisure or he would actually deliver it for her. Either way, it didn’t matter to her since she had other means of travel at her disposal, if worse came to worse.

Trinity stalked towards the door, giving herself one final look over in the mirrored glass of the front door before the bouncer opened it for her. She smiled her thanks and strolled in, once more taking on the countenance of someone who was just a tad on the shy side. Pretend that drinking made her more out of control and… Let things proceed from there.

After gazing around the bar briefly, her eyes finally caught Richard’s as he sat at the counter with his torso turned towards the entrance. She couldn’t help thinking that this had to be one of the better assignments that she had been given and the faintest of smirks crossed her mouth as she began walking towards him.

“Ahhh, Mr. Braxton. So glad you could make it out tonight.” She flashed him a quick grin but then looked down at her feet before slipping into the chair beside him. Laying her clutch upon the counter in front of her, she crossed one of her toned legs over the other and let her hands smooth down the front of her skirt as if she was making sure it was laying right.

“So, tell me Richard… When was the last time you actually got a chance to loosen up and have a little fun outside of the office?”
 
As Trinity walked in through the entrance Richard had to resist the urge to let his jaw drop at the sight of her. Many other patrons, including the bartender, were not so lucky, gawking and staring at the beauty that graced this establishment. She made eye contact and made her way over to him, sitting at the stool before him.

“Ahhh, Mr. Braxton. So glad you could make it out tonight.” She flashed him a quick grin but then looked down at her feet before slipping into the chair beside him. Laying her clutch upon the counter in front of her, she crossed one of her toned legs over the other and let her hands smooth down the front of her skirt as if she was making sure it was laying right.

Richard stood as she approached, giving her a small hug before the two sat. Her perfume was intoxicating and the feeling he had around her was back. "Well Ms. Parks, I couldn't let you go out to the bar on your own now could I? And please, call me Richard."

“So, tell me Richard… When was the last time you actually got a chance to loosen up and have a little fun outside of the office?"

Richard shrugged. "Its been a while, I'll admit, but tonight will make up for any lost opportunity."

He looked to the bar and flagged down the bartender. "Two rounds of Jack Daniel's please." The bartender stole a glance at his female companion and gave a nervous smile and left to get their drinks. Richard chuckled and turned back to Trinity. "I hope you don't mind but if I'm going to drink it won't be beer. So tell me a bit about yourself, well, things that I already don't know about you that is. What interests do you have?"
 
Trinity pushed a lock of hair that had fallen from her updo back behind her ear as she smiled at Richard. She was slightly shocked at his drink of choice but she could hang with the big dogs- so to speak. Usually men tried to order her fruity concoctions with silly names but whiskey in most any form was a welcome alternative.

“Interests?” she repeated, suddenly bending over at the waist and adjusting her ankle strap as if it were biting into her skin, allowing up a more thorough glance of either her cleavage or her bare back, whichever caught his eye first before she straightened back up. Chewing on her lower lip, she thought over the question with her eyes slightly averted, as if she were searching for an answer.

If she had answered honestly, the words that would come from her mouth would be a little different. Yet target shooting, foreign cars, parkour, and a host of her real interests might have had him questioning her background. So instead, she gave him the carefully constructed, semi-true hobbies that wouldn’t raise any red flags.

“Singing, sketching…” she trailed off with a grin, shrugging her shoulders slightly to indicate that she didn’t know how to categorize her interests. “What about you? I’m sure you do the most exciting things in your off time.”

The waiter stopped by with their drinks, placing an old-fashioned glass in front of each of them and Trinity turned her smile towards the man, causing him to stutter out a soft, “Enjoy, miss… Err… And mister. Enjoy.” He repeated himself before rushing off to fill the next order.
 
Richard follwed her attention as she reached down to fix her ankle strap. To his enjoyment this gave him a full few of her large breasts and her muscular back. The dress she wore complimented her figure very well, and he turned in his seat a bit so her gaze didn't meet his as he stared at her chest.

“Singing, sketching…” she trailed off with a grin, shrugging her shoulders slightly to indicate that she didn’t know how to categorize her interests. “What about you? I’m sure you do the most exciting things in your off time.”

Richard thought to himself a moment: what did he like to do on his off time? He spent most of his time working, rarely getting out to social gatherings unless it was for a prospected client. He realized that he was, in all senses of the word, a buzzkill lately. Nothing really brought him pleasure anymore. Well, save for going out on the town and zapping lamposts and experimenting with his powers. That was his true hobby, learning what he could do with his powers and going out some nights to play vigilante. But she couldn't know this.

"Eh, same as any CEO I suppose: I enjoy reading, hard liqour and the company of beautiful women." He grinned and clinked his shot glass with Trinity's. He kicked his head back and downed the shot, exhaling with the burn. He glanced over and noticed Trinity unbothered by the strong alchohol, taking it like a pro.

"You handle your liquor well," Richard said impressed. "Bartender! Another round!" Richard took the shot in hand, handing the other to Trinity. "Let's have some fun tonight!"
 
The corners of Trinity’s mouth quirked upwards as he listed his own interests. No wonder they say you’re a womanizer… I bet you’re a heartbreaker. She thought to herself then she gave a quick laugh as he mentioned how easily she downed the shot and berated herself only slightly for not pretending to wince as she kicked it back.

Once again, the response she could have made flashed through her mind. Yeah well the men I work with don’t have any respect for you unless you can fight like them and drink like them. Comes with the territory. Even though I could kick their asses in combats with my powers…. She almost sighed out loud but instead, placed a grin upon her lips as she shrugged off his compliment.

“Whiskey is good for the soul. Wouldn’t you agree?” Another laugh filled the air as she caught the bartender before he left, a quick latching of her fingertips upon the man’s arm that had him suddenly freeze like a rabbit.

“Be a darling and just leave the bottle for us, would you?” Her eyes met Richard’s with a mischievous glint, as if challenging him. “We’ll see how much fun you can handle, hmm?”
 
12 shots later the bottle was nearing empty and Richard was downright plastered. He downed the 13th, slamming the shot glass down and looking over at his date with glazed eyes.

"How's THAT for fun, Miss Tr-uh-Trinity!" His speech was slurred and his mind was foggy but he had enough sense to be able to stand and walk properly. He shook his head a bit to clear it, trying to force some sobriety into him by mere force of will.

He pulled several bills from his inside pocket and put them down on the table next to the bottle. "Thanks for the drinks, pal," he said the the bartender. He looked back at Trinity and smiled.

"Well this was a lot of fun, I haven't done this in a long time." Richard touched Trinity's hand laying on the table, his intoxicated state causing him to be more bold.
 
Trinity couldn’t have matched the man drink for drink, she figured that out after shot number 6. So she had slipped a chemical into his drink that would slow his metabolic rate so that he didn’t process the alcohol as quickly and thus became inebriated faster. Little did she know that Richard had the liver of a seasoned Irishman because she had resorted to shots of iced tea, provided by the kind bartender, when she realized that anymore whiskey would make her unable to do her job.

Still, she pretended to be as drunk as he was and she laughed at his stumbling upon her name. Then he made the first move, a subtle and almost gentlemanly hand upon hers as he took a step close, meeting her eyes with his vivid blue ones.

“Very fun!” She agreed, then looked around, swaying slightly (and dramatically) in her seat before catching herself. A palm was placed upon her temple as she tried to get her bearings and she looked at him with wide eyes.

“Oooh. I don’t think I can drive home though. Perhaps I can call a cab….” She waved over the bartender, waiting to see if Richard took the bait to invite her home.
 
Richard touched her shoulder and waved off the bartender. "No no no, I don't want you to have to ride a cab by yourself. You can come with me to my place, you can crash there until the morning and I'll take you home myself." Richard flashed a bright smile and offered an arm for her to take. He thanked the bartender once again and walked to the door, trying his best to not stumble.

Richard walked from the bar to the street with Trinity at his side. He flagged down a taxi after two failed attempts and opened the door for her to enter. Taking a seat beside her he leaned forward and said, "First Street please." The taxi driver nodded and flicked on the meter, pulling out slowly and mixing in with the traffic.

Richard sat back in the seat exhaling and looking up at the cealing. "Woo, I've had quite a bit to drink tonight. I hope my car will be ok in the vallet parking lot."

Richard looked over at Trinity and grasped her hand as it lay on the seat. "I had a great time tonight, we should do it more often."

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The taxi rolled up to 1342 First Street, a large two story building with a very fancy exterior. Richard opened the door and offered a hand to Trinity to help her out. He handed the taxi driver the cab fare plus tip and shut the door as the car sped off. He turned and offered his arm once more, escorting Trinity to his front door. He reached into his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open and turning on the lights. Inside, he lead her to the living room to sit on his black leather couch while he continued on to his closet. He opened it and removed his suit coat, checking to make sure his keycard was in there before hanging it up and closing the door.

He walked back casually to Trinity and sat next to her, yawning a bit and putting his arm on the seat back behind her. "Welcome to my place."
 
Trinity allowed herself to be led to the couch in Richard’s home and she kept an eye on him as he wandered to what appeared to be a closet, hanging his jacket inside of it and checking the pocket before he closed the door and turned to her with a smile.

Jackpot.

Now that she knew where the keycard was, she just had to make sure that he didn’t move it before he fell asleep.

Lifting her arms, she pulled the pins out of her hair, letting it fall in soft waves around her shoulders as she turned her face to Richard’s just in time to see him yawn. A slow smile curved her lips as she teased, “Sleepy already? Pity. I had other things planned to keep you entertained….”

A look crossed his face that she didn’t have time to decipher. Instead she laid one of her hands along the side of his jaw, coaxing his face towards hers as she immediately captured his mouth with her own. His lips were warm and inviting yet the smallest shock hit her skin as they touched and she pulled back slightly with a grin. “I thought it was a myth when people said they could feel the sparks fly…”

A throaty laugh escaped her mouth moments before she placed her lips on him again, this time skimming them ever so lightly across the side of his throat as her hand wandered down from his jaw. Her fingertips traced lightly over the opposite side of his neck, down across his collarbone and then merging inwards to unclasp the buttons on his dress shirt.
 
“Sleepy already? Pity. I had other things planned to keep you entertained….”

Before he could respond Richard was taken by suprise by Trinity locking her lips with his. The moment of suprise allowed his power to peak, sending a jolt of electricity through his body and lightly shocking her lips.

“I thought it was a myth when people said they could feel the sparks fly…”

Richard smiled, mentally cursing his carelessness at not supressing his powers. He fully closed himself to his power as she reunited her lips with his. She slowly caressed his neck as she kissed him, sliding her hand down his chest to unbutton his dress shirt. He reached up and tugged off his tie and tossed it over the couch. He embraced her, holding her face in his left hand and sliding a hand down her right side with the other.

After she'd successfully unbuttoned his shirt he took it off and tossed it on the floor. He reached up with both hands behind her back and felt for the zipper. He slowly unzipped her from her dress and pulled the dress off, exposing her full breasts and black bra. He moved his mouth down the side of her face and kissed down her neck, passing her shoulders on the way and kissing her breasts.
 
Trinity had done this before once or twice. Not sex, in general, but seducing a target to acquire information. Yet this was the first time that her breath caught in her throat and her body grew warm beneath the man’s touch. She mentally shrugged it off, blaming it on the six shots of whiskey or the general attractiveness of said target. Either way, she wasn’t going to think too heavily on anything right now.

A cloudy haze entered her thoughts as her senses overrode everything else. She stood up, removing her stilettos and letting them lay carelessly on the floor as she clasped Richard’s hand, drawing him up off of the couch. For some reason, it felt wrong to take him on the couch. She wanted him in his bed.

Sadly, she wasn’t thinking straight and she had the blueprint of Richard’s home imprinted into her mind so she led him straight to his own bedroom without so much as a misstep. Hopefully he would be drunk enough to not realize this fact and she tried to cloud his mind even further with her actions.

As soon as they neared the bed, she skimmed her fingers over his bare torso, letting her fingertips play across the smooth muscles as they made their way down to his waistband. She curled her fingers slightly, unclasping the button with a flick of her thumb. As far as she was concerned, his clothes were simply in her way and she lowered herself down, dragging his clothing down with her. As she raised back up, she allowed him enough time to step out of his boxers and pants before she was on him again. Trinity wanted to feel his skin against hers, his mouth on her body again and she didn’t mind taking what she wanted.

With a playful grin, she pushed at his shoulder, causing him to tumble backwards onto the bed and before his back even fully connected with the mattress she was climbing on top of him. Her legs rested on the outside of his thighs as she knelt over him, leaning up over his body to resume their passionate kiss. A soft nip of his lower lip between her teeth could be felt before her tongue smoothed over the same spot, gently drawing his lower lip into her mouth where she sucked briefly.

It was at that time that she realized she was now the one wearing too many clothes and she reached behind her, unclasping her bra and deftly flinging it to the side before sliding off of him and sliding her thong down to the ground.

Perhaps I got him too drunk…. she thought with a grin as she climbed on top of him once more. Though she wasn’t going to deny that taking the reins turned her on, she had expected a CEO ‘womanizer’ to be a bit more animalistic.

Arousal wasn’t an issue though and as soon as she was kneeling back over Richard, she drove her hips downwards, crying out softly as she slid fully onto him, giving herself a moment to adjust.
 
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