There was something in his eyes that had the hair on the back of her neck standing on end a scant second after she had offered that drink…“predatory”, was the word that came to mind. Whatever it was, it was more than simple lust or desire. No, she had become accustomed to seeing those emotions in the eyes of countless men at the saloon. Hell, she made her living off of those looks. But this was something entirely different, and Abby wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.<br/><br/>Part of her was excited by the grin on his lips and his appreciative stare. She wanted to flaunt a little more, press her breasts together a little tighter, and lick her lips to make him think of kissing them. But there was another part of her, a sensible little kernel tucked deep within her mind, that told her to politely excuse herself and back out as fast as possible. That nagging worry was tamped down and covered by her curiosity of the man. He was a Big Deal after all and hadn’t Lola asked her to take care of him? Keeping her smile in place, she took a healthy drink of the whiskey and watched over the rim of her glass as he downed his in one go.<br/><br/>Everything after that seemed to happen in a blur. In the space of a moment the large man had taken her over and wound his fingers into her hair to tug it back harshly. The lips crushing roughly against hers muffled her reflexive cries of protest. Trapped within the power of his hold, what little struggle she gave was a futile effort against his strength and did nothing to deter groping hands or the thrust of his hips against her. Feeling her feet give way beneath her, she gasped against his lips and grunted a second later as he fell over her onto the bed. The shock and panic she had felt a second before was only intensified as his large body straddled hers and began yanking at the strings of her corset.<br/><br/>Stunned, she simply lay there and watched as he expertly pulled at her top, finally releasing it with a rough tug, which allowed the soft porcelain expanse of plump breasts to become fully exposed. His taunting words also rocked her to the core. Lola had asked her to go up there and make sure that he was occupied for the evening…but did she know exactly what would go on behind closed doors? Did she set her up for this as a form of punishment for fighting over Jackson? A flurry of thoughts and scenarios played out in her mind as rough hands groped at the sensitive flesh of her breasts.<br/><br/>Soon, the shock and fright melted in the heat of a blooming anger. Lola thought she could get away with this, did she? Thought she was so high and mighty because she owned this place? Well that bitch was nothing compared to the man over her. Mr. Big Deal himself. Forcing down her fright and trying to recall her earlier excitement, Abby closed those big blue eyes of hers and tried to focus on the task at hand, which was to make Mr. Desmond King about the happiest, most satisfied man west of the Mississippi.<br/><br/>Concentrating on the sensation of his touch, she arched her back up and offered those luscious mounds for the taking. Immediately, the pale pink peaks pebbled tightly between plucking fingertips and her husky moans encouraged him onward. At the touch of his lips and tongue to those sensitive tips, she whispered a soft “Yes” and sucked in a slow gasp as his teeth clamped and tugged on them. While he leaned over her, her hands had slid up to glide along the broad stretch of his shoulders, one continuing along the curve of his neck and up to curl her fingers in his hair to hold him tightly in place.<br/><br/>By the time he pulled away and began to undress, Abby had well and truly worked herself up for the part. At his goading words, she could not help but turn that lusty indigo stare up to meet his dark eyes, letting him see that she was ready for him and that the struggle which had been in her earlier had melted away. Keeping her eyes locked on his, delicate hands slid over the soft ivory skin of her breasts, thumbs and forefingers of both hands finding her nipples and toying with the damp flesh which he had just seconds before been teasing. The pink tip of her moist tongue slid out to slowly trace the fullness of her lips, as a sound of erotic excitement hummed in the back of her throat.<br/><br/>Sliding both hands down her taut belly, she slowly untied the sides of her skirt and pushed it down over the full swell of her hips. Clad only in her undergarments, she unfastened them as well and after slowly peeling the layers away she lay perfectly nude before him. Full soft breasts rose high over a narrow waist, which flared out to round feminine hips and lean smooth legs. Returning her gaze to his, she traced the curves of her body with a light touch, one hand settling over the patch of deep auburn curls covering her mound. Lacing a few fingers down between ivory thighs, she teased at sensitive lips, dipping one finger further to gather up a drop of wetness to glide over pink flesh. Having seized his full attention, a slow grin curled the corners of her lips and an enticing lilt entered the soft husky tone of her voice, “For you, sir, I’ve got anything you could possibly want...”