[b][u] [center]Tuesday: 729 pm[/u]
Enrick Valdea [/b][/center]

I was on a rollercoaster and the higher I went meant the further down I had to go to reach the ground. Thinking back I should have known, should have known the second her lips were on my mouth again. They were soft and sweet like the grapes Parcheck loved so much. She tasted of spiced rum and smelled of summer rain. How could I have guessed deceit also lingered on her mouth? My hands rested on her shoulders, feeling the heat and smoothness of her skin. I couldn’t help myself when I wondered if she felt like that everywhere. I felt her head against my chest. I nuzzled my face in her curly hair and breathed in her feminine scent. And with that the cart crested the hill and I was given only a second to revel in the sensation. Before I even knew what was happening, I plunged. My breath was stolen from me, my heart was ripped from, my eyes stung with tears. She was gone. No. More importantly, she chose to go. Love. Hate. Sometimes it’s one, sometimes it’s the other. Sometimes it’s both.

I watched her crumple to the hard cement floor. There was nothing I could do to stop her fall. The bar had been in between us and before I could get around it, they were on her. Lying her flat on her back, I watched in horror as they searched her pockets, looking for her identification papers. They wouldn’t find them. 

[b]”Who is this woman?”[/b] an officer asked. He searched the small group of people in the bar. His gaze stopped on my obviously pained face. [b]”You there,”[/b] he said beckoning me over, [b]”Do you know her?”[/b]

[b]”She’s come by a few times,”[/b] I said and shrugged. The lie made me hurt even more but I willed my voice to be steady. [b]”Said her name was Lyssa.”[/b] If Kassie ever made it out again, the last thing we needed was the government linking our names together. This was what the Rebels drilled into your head from day one. When shit hit the fan, all you had left to do was damage control.

[b]”Why doesn’t she have any papers? Didn’t you check her ID?”[/b]

I shrugged again. Forcing myself to look away from her paled face and into the eyes of the enemy. [b]”Why? She looks plenty old enough to drink. Plus I just started serving her when the alarms went off.”[/b]

[b]”Bet it also didn’t hurt that her tongue was down your throat.”[/b] This came from the band’s singer. I wanted to smash his face in but bit back the urge.

[b]”Stressful situations make people to weird things,”[/b] I stated and gave him a bored look. [b]”But she was a good kisser. I hope she’ll alright.”[/b] After being assured that Kassie was fine although she might have a few bumps from the fall, the police went around and scanned everyone’s ID. After resetting the bar’s alarm system they headed out, Kassie in toe, like a limp sack strewn over on of their shoulders. 

I’d have to let the boss know what had happened. There had to be a way to get her out. Maybe we had someone in the system that would get her free or maybe an officer could be bribed. I just prayed they wouldn’t do anything with her right away.

The singer came over to me and slapped a hand down hard on my shoulder, [b]”Tough luck, huh mate? You could have gotten laid tonight.”[/b] This time I didn’t bother trying to resist as my elbow slammed into his gut.

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[b][u] [center]Tuesday: 735 pm[/u]

Louissa Essair[/b][/center]

I almost protested in disappointment as his mouth left mine. Then I felt his mouth move lower as his hot breath caressed my chin and fell to the base of my neck. Before I knew what was happening my other hand was bunching the fabric of his shirt on his back. 

[i][b]"I always wanted this...... To be with you."[/b][/i]

I marveled briefly at his words. Gabrielle was a highly sought after man. Dozens of single and many married women fawned over him constantly. And here he was attracted to me? Louisa Essaire, the girl who came from a no-nothing family? I didn’t have long to think because his lips started to caress the skin on my neck again. My breathing deepened as tingles of pleasure raced down my spine. I lowered my head and nibbled on his upper earlobe. 

[b]"I don't want to let you go."[/b] He whispered.

[i]”Go?”[/i] my mind fumbled with the word. [i]”Go where?”[/i] And I suddenly remembered where we were and what we were supposed to be doing. I willed myself to sit back, apology written all over my face.

[b]”We have a meeting,”[/b] I said, took the hand on my hip and sneezed it gently. [b]”They’re waiting on us. I’m worried if we take too long…”[/b] My words died as I reached for the handle and opened the door. [b]”Later?”[/b] I said, hoping he could forgive me for breaking up our fun. [b]”Please?”[/b]

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I didn’t have long to wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped us. The truth of the matter was that if Gabriel was willing, more than likely I would have let him. I knew, there were tons of reasons why I shouldn’t, like the fact that we had hardly been on a first date or that he was my boss, or that we were in a car... But I couldn’t help it. I’d found him immensely attractive since I’d first been introduced and since I’d gotten to know him as a person, my attraction had only grown. Mine and the rest of the female office staff, of course. I wondered what they’d say when they saw us walking in to the meeting room together. 

Unfortunately I never found out. As soon as we entered the lobby, the police were on us. [b]”Is this Miss Essaire?”[/b] 

[b]”Yes, that’s her. That’s the one. Oh! Gabriel… I mean Mr. Lockheart. They just started the meeting up stairs, sir. Room 7B.”[/b] I barely had time to look up and see Barbra, another technician who also worked under Gabriel. I was still looking at her face, a sneer I didn’t understand planted on it when I felt my arms being jerked behind my back. I was so surprised I began to struggle and before I knew it my knees were kicked out from under me. I let out a cry as I hit the floor. I’d seen enough security footage that I should have been prepared for what was coming next. Darkness enveloped me as the smell of sweat and dust assaulted my nose. Something scratchy secured against my neck in the same place Gabriel had planted his kissed only minutes before. Someone nearby was telling me not to struggle. I couldn’t help it. The bag over my head made me feel claustrophobic. In a panic I began to squirm against arm locks. Someone in the distance was pleading desperately. Was it me? A sharp pain laced through my upper arm. I felt my body being lifted up. I wanted to fight, tell them I was innocent but my mouth wouldn’t form the words.