<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Stevens! That was it. That was her name. She had been thrown out after using drugs. But he had believed that she would have understood her lesson. Obviously she had not or why should she work in a hole like this? He slipped from his chair and went to the door that lead behind the stage. A guy blocked his way, but again his credentials opened doors. They often did, not always, but mostly. Another thing Carlos liked in being an officer. You could enter rooms that were normally closed for people like him. And things happening in those rooms seldom left those rooms.<br/><br/>He saw her looking back into the room once again, her eyes scanning the crowd. But she looked into the wrong direction, if she was looking for him. And he knew she was looking for him, he had seen the short moment of hesitation when she had seen him, he had noticed the sign she gave to the others behind the stage and he had felt the disappointment of the crowd. She had cut her performance short after she saw him and he wondered why. Did she remember him? If so, why was she nervous? Yes, he had tried to woo her as long as she was with the force. But they had never been an item. Had she heard of his preferences? Possibly. But why would she worry about that?<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Stevens! Are you avoiding me?"</span><br/><br/>Her head jerked around and he could feel it. Fear! He had antennas for that. He always could smell it, could sense it. And it had always turned him on. Carlos made a step forward, closed the distance. She tried to make a step back, but there was the stage. His hand grabbed her arm. Harder than he had intended it. But he knew why, it was her fear. Fear always pushed his darker side to the front. He pulled her closer. Her eyes were large, he had forgotten how beautiful her eyes were. Her pupils were small, frozen. She was still using and she had taken something earlier.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Where's a room where we could talk? Alone."</span></div>