Let Me Entertain You [Nigma]

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Summer tugged at the collar on her new uniform, feeling completely foolish and exposed in this outfit arrangement. The signature bowler hat pinned on top of her head of spiral red curls was standard – all of the servers had to wear it along with the white collar, cuffs and bowtie. It was the rest of the outfit that lacked modesty. The tight black corset sucked her in and forced her chest up; making her terrified to bend over in fear that she would spill out of the top. On her lower half she was provided with a pair of incredibly short boy-shorts which certainly pushed her limits of comfort as she was forced to strut around the lounge in such a scantily-clad outfit.

She was still getting used to the generally cold atmosphere and layout of the newly-rebuild Iceberg Lounge, though Summer was sure that it still possessed some of the dark secrets that couldn’t have been destroyed. Determined to figure out what those secrets were, she resorted to going undercover as one of the servers – leaving the comfort of her studios after each newscast only to come straight her ‘second job’. Half of the walls were massive aquariums, which made her wonder if she would be destined to be fish food if she ever were to be caught. With a mischievous smile she forced such thoughts out of her head. After all- Summer Gleeson never got caught. There was only one exception with an ex-boyfriend, which she tried so desperately to forget about. Needless to say, the risk of being discovered was a driving force of adrenaline and motivation to play the part perfectly. She was going by the name Starling, which made her accepted by most of the other girls instantly.

Her quickness to learn the routines of the lounge made her easy to work with. Some nights she worked in the casino and was advised to attempt to throw a game or two without being caught, which would result in praise and a pay raise. She took a mental note of that instantly, knowing it would be beneficial in her exposé of the Iceberg Lounge. However, she refrained from doing so, not wanted to gain herself too much attention to the point she would be recognized. A girl with bright blue eyes who seemed too often obsess over Summer’s chest seemed to be in charge for the evening, directing the servers in every which was. The young reporter secretly hoped she would be placed in the casino sector of the lounge, though the girl (Dove or Lark or whatever her name was) was quick to inform her that she wasn’t.

“Right Starling, tonight you are in the back bar. I’m doing you a favor – You are going to get out of here with hella tips. We’re short staffed tonight- so don’t get used to it, after all, you are still the new girl. You are also in charge of private rooms A-E. I’ll be in the casino if you need me. Wait- stop!” Summer froze in place, allowing the girl to look over, fully circling the redhead. “Is everything alright?” The wide-eyed reporter asked, but Dove didn’t answer. Instead, she returned to Summer’s front and gestured her in the direction of her area for the evening. “It’s gonna be slow tonight. Just remember: flirting is encouraged. Do whatever the customer wants. Got it?” The redhead nodded quickly, glancing toward the direction of the elaborate bar only to have her stomach to become a series of tight knots.

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He had to give Ozzy credit for the newly built Iceberg longue. He had seen the aftermath of the destruction Jonathan had caused, and he could only imagine the undertaking and cost the Penguin had to take on to not only rebuild his club, but to create a new ambiance that seemed much more suited for the times. He supposed that was what occurred when you gutted and remodeled, not that he did it by choice. Everything seemed new, and like always the more behind door customers were kept in an entire different section then the naive trust fund children complete with their separate entrance and wait staff.

Edward had come through the back entrance, knowing the code on the hidden door like the back of his hand. He wore his customary green suit complete with his usual bowler hat, purple gloves, and purple tie. One of the most important thing about the Iceberg Longue and why it held such a haven to many rogues was because you didn’t have to hide under the gauze of average civilians. Sometimes a few of them would come to the longue to celebrate a birthday or special occasion or just to drink their woes away. The Iceberg offered a place that wasn’t like the dive broken down bars of East Gotham.

Today, Edward didn’t come for a drink, he came to complete another transaction he had with Ozzy. He had worked with the Penguin for many years. He was his main supplier of hard to acquire items or weaponry. Of course other mob bosses and people like Two Face had their own sorts of influxes into Gotham, none handled business as smoothly as Ozzy. They came to agreement made the exchange and it was done. This agreement was something that had been in the works for a long time, and he was here to collect. Well technically Allen would collect in the truck out back, but Edward would be inside having a drink while the transaction was completed.

He came into the back bar area, catching a few familiar faces, but having no interest in holding a conversation with low time criminals. The bar itself was made out of ice like the previous bar that had been in place before it, but unlike the old Iceberg, everything seemed to flow smoothly into one another while keeping the light level low. There was a door that you could walk through into the main dining area, but it was protected by one of Ozzy’s many security guards to make certain the business in this room never spilled over into Ozzy’s legitimate business.

Edward walked over to the bar and took a seat, leaning his cane against it. He pulled his hat off and placed it on the bar, as his eyes caught sight of a bartender. He couldn’t see her directly, she was currently helping someone else. When it appeared that she had taken their order, he spoke up, pulling out his crossword book from his pocket. “The usual for me, thank you,” he said off-handedly, turning to the crossword. It didn’t matter if the bartender had never met him or taken his order. Ozzy always required that the wait staff knew his regular, at least he suspected he required it because they always got it for him.

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Only a handful of occupants had decided upon the back bar, and after being employed for several weeks Summer knew exactly why they picked this particular bar. It was specifically for those of notorious titles that roamed around Gotham, known for their prime roles in crime. Most had empires under them and were incredibly intimidating just to stand in the same room with. Though despite their villainous tendencies, that didn’t mean that they didn’t tip well. Still, each expected the staff to wait on them hand and foot, making little to no mistakes. Summer knew she would have to be perfect down to the last detail. She quietly thanked the woman and hurried to her position behind the bar, noticing the movement of eyes as her half-naked form returned to her place. It was almost as if they could smell she was new, only tripling her nerves.

The other girl behind the bar had dark black hair and was sickly thin. She instantly gave Summer a scowl the moment she joined her, eying her girlish frame up and down. “Uh-hey. I’m Starling-“ the redhead started, though was cut off instantly by her jealous co-worker. “Go give this to the group in the corner.” She ordered, thrusting a tray of long-stemmed glasses in her direction. “Oh okay.” She started toward the table, smiling widely as she set the trays down on the table, only to hear the back door open and shut.

There was a familiar figure entering; his charming looks, broad shoulders and fit silhouette were recognized instantly by the young redhead. Eyes wide with fear, she knew her cover would be blown. She hurried and ducked behind the bar, gaining suspicious looks from her co-worker as the woman rushed toward Summer, pulling her up by her arm. “Look- I really need a new assignment. I can’t do this. Let me go work in one of the other bars or something!” Summer pleaded in a low tone.

Rolling her eyes at Summer, she turned her attention to Edward who was making strides toward the bar. “Shit. Get up. Do you know who that is?” The girl raced to the other end of the bar, sending a warm welcome in his direction as she hurried to make a drink for him before words even left his lips. Summer tried to shield her face, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to get out of here; her time of escape was limited. It wasn’t until the bartender shoved a dark drink with an elegant garnish in Summer’s hand did she come back to reality. “What the hell are you doing standing there? Go give it to him. I’ll warn you now, if you mess up you’ll be fired on the spot. He’s good friends with the boss. I’m going to alert the rest of the staff in case he wanders. Everything has to be perfect. Give him anything he wants.”

“Wait-“ Summer started, but the dark-haired woman had already hurried off. The nervous redhead swallowed her fear and started toward the man in his signature green suit. Quickly placing his drink in front of him on a neat napkin, “Here you are sir. So sorry for the wait.” Attempting to disguise her voice, she turned around so that her equally exposed backside was facing him. Acting as though she was cleaning off some of the glasses that the dark-haired girl had been doing earlier, she spoke from over her shoulder, “Is there anything else I can get you, sir?"

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It usually took about a half an hour for the items to be transferred into a van, depending on the items, based on the minutes that had passed by they would be finished in twenty three minutes and Edward had it set on his phone to alert him. It was enough time to get a drink and finish the crossword book. He didn’t enjoy wasting time, which is partially what it felt like, but it was nice to go back to a love that had kept him company since his youth. His hands quickly filled out each word as if he were easily taking notes and not solving a difficult puzzle.

He only lifted his eyes when the green apple cosmos was placed in front of him. His fingers going to the stem of the glass, and lifting it to his lips to take a quick sharp sip. He caught sight of the bartender turning. Her voice sounded unusually high pitched as if it was being forced at that level. It caused him to tilt his head as the girl moved away to clean glasses. He placed his drink at the bar, his eyes running up and down her exposed form. All of the women were attractive, a distraction tool Ozzy certainly used to get the better leverage on a deal, but they hardly ever caught Edward’s focus. He enjoyed flirting with them, especially when Ozzy kept him waiting. He even knew some personal information about most of them. Jane had just left, likely to inform others of his entrance, and he had plenty conversations on how her father was out of the picture and how he could solve the riddle of that emptiness she felt. This girl, however, he hadn’t seen her here before, but she seemed awfully familiar.

He had seen that bright red hair before, and it wasn't Poison Ivy. “Yes, actually,” he said, as his eyes carefully studied her exposed porcelain skin. “You’re new here. If you could answer the riddle of your name, I would be quite pleased,” he smirked, taking another sip of his drink.

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Butterflies fluttered restlessly in her stomach. She was a mess of nerves, her hands shaking as she attempted to clean the clear, elegant glasses. He was sure to identify her eventually, causing her worry to only grow. Biting her lower lip, she did all she could to keep her back turned from him. What would happen when he blew her cover – assuming he would in the first place. If she were to attempt to switch locations once more, her cover would surely be destroyed which lead her to the only option of sucking it up and attempting to conceal her pretty face as much as possible. With many other exposed assets, how hard could it be?

Suppressing a sigh of relief, he seemed content with the emerald green concoction that she had hastily set in front of him. Thankfully she wouldn’t have to remake it, which would have resulted in her turning to face the bar and expose her identity to him. Briefly contemplating if this was struggle was something vigilantes dealt with on the daily, it made her wish she could hide behind a mask. Instead, the minimal amount of clothing left her very little to hide behind at all.

She released this was far from over when he asked something else from her, causing her body to stiffen a bit. With a bated breath, she turned her head slightly to answer his question, the dark-haired woman’s words racing through her head. Give him whatever he wants. If only it was that easy.

Swallowing, she turned her head slightly so that her words would be audible, though she could continue to keep her back to him, “That’s correct, I am fairly new. I just started a few weeks ago. I go by Starling....sir” She replied, hastily adding the last part as she had almost forgotten the formalities. Summer quickly returning to her duties. She could almost feel his eyes tracing her body, as if he could see right through her. Summer hoped that wasn’t the case. The pretty redhead began to wipe down the counter, blushing slightly as she was forced to lean over. God those outfits were just as humiliating as they were exposing, resembling something she would wear in the bedroom rather than for a career.

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Edward placed his pen down on the crossword, which meant only one thing, he had found another puzzle to occupy his attention. While an average man might gawk over her physique and form, his eyes locked to the glass she cleaned. Her hands ran over it forcefully and rushed and the glass itself appeared to already be clean. The rough action against the innocent object certainly proved that she was nervous. Could she be nervous because he is a known criminal? No, Ozzy informs his girls of the type of occupants that come into his nest. Could she be shy? Shyness always appeared more sweet….she appeared more anxious and defensive.

Her head barely tilted back as she went to speak. Ah, they do know each other, and she is going out of her way to prevent him from seeing her face. Hmmm, he had quite a few women entertain him for a night. He could remember all of their names, but usually not until he saw their face. He hoped this wasn’t one of the women who had slapped him. He did hate their emotional outbursts. But as he caught the way she flinched and the hesitation in her voice, he knew admittedly the girl was lying about her name, and as he flipped through the different women in his mind, he couldn’t think of one that would lie about their name at a job like this unless they didn’t want Ozzy to know who they were.

He smirked. Oh, Ozzy, you hired a spy and you don’t even know. The girl bent over giving him a clear view of her exposed body. While Edward wasn’t an average man, he was still a man, and he found his eyes running down and up her long legs before settling on the tight garment on her ass. Spy or not, she had the body for the job.

“You shouldn’t lie,” he stated, taking another sip of his drink, allowing her to keep cleaning as he watched. “More importantly, you shouldn’t lie to me.”

He finally caught site of the red hair and his mind started working over the clues.

• Red hair
  
• They have met in the past
• Spy
• Young
• Small physique.
• Extremely familiar voice

Ah! His eyes widened and he choked on his drink as he finally made the dots connect. It wasn’t a criminal or GCPD type of spy, it was the investigating reporter type. How did it take him so long to figure out!?! He coughed into his hand trying to get a hold of himself and catch his breath. He placed his drink down and finally settled himself.

Miss. Gleeson certainly liked her danger to venture into the Iceberg. Edward knew perfectly well what the Penguin did to those who spied on him. It usually involved priers and a tongue or needles and an eye.

“Bambi, I know we have talked about your lack of intelligence before, but this is stupid even for you.”

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The young redhead tried desperately to compose herself, knowing that the last thing she needed was to give herself away when there was still the possibility she might get away with this yet. However, all she could think about was being dangled over that pit of starved sea lions that resided in the middle of the lounge. Even when she passed they made her nervous, though she couldn’t stand the idea of being on the other side of the glass with them. Cleaning seemed to be the best distraction to soothe her restless mind and she hoped that the green-suited man would simple return to his crossword, finish his drink and be on his way before he was hit by a sudden realization.

Unfortunately for her, that didn’t happen. The next words to leave his mouth caused her body to become practically rigid. He knew. He had to know. She swallowed, her mind swimming with fear. “I’m sorry, I'm not sure what you mean?” She attempted, knowing it wasn’t going to do much if he really had put two and two together. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, a sensation that often followed the presence of the man seated at the bar behind her –of course, for a various amount of reasons. She ran her fingers through her long red curls as she attempted to casually play this off. It wasn’t until her all-to-familiar nickname slipped from his lips did her eyes grow wide with terror. He knew.

After weeks of undercover work and discoveries, she was closer and closer to discovering more of the dirtier little secrets of the Iceberg Lounge every day only to have all of her hard work – and her life – placed in jeopardy. She bit her lip, defeated before whirling around to finally face both him and her fears. There was no hiding anymore and now she was going to have to resort to something she rarely had to indulge in: pleading. Her wide eyes fell upon him almost helplessly as she approached the counter, leaning over it and moving dangerously close so she could speak in a low tone.

To the many members of security surrounding the venue, it wouldn’t look obvious. Many of the wait staff used their more feminine assets to their advantage, especially with incredibly wealthy and prominent members like him. It would only appear as if she were leaning forward to show off even more of her chest that was already exposed and attempting to harmlessly flirt with the elite individual. “You can’t say anything.” If he did she was dead and that was a mutually known fact.

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How ironic....

He took in the red head lathered in tight black clothing like a woman from an erotic fantasy. He could sense the fear, that was quickly covered by that fiery anger that reminded him far too much of a temperamental rabbit then an actual threat. He did enjoy how a blush ran across her cheeks when she was angry.

If only she knew that the reason he was here in the Iceberg to begin with was because of her. He could only imagine her anger and fear if she learned that the mechanical items being transported into his truck were actually items for a riddle he was creating for her. After all, she had stupidly mad stubbornly decided to hold onto the files he needed to move on with his master plan for Bruce Wayne. She was ruining it, and he couldn't let someone so insignificant hold so much sway in his game of chess. If she had handed him the files, he never would be here, and he never would have known that she was investigating the Pengiun. Ah, but we can't change the past, and once again the cards had fallen into his hands.

His lip tilted into a smirk as she leaned her body over to him and felt her breath against his skin. She could easily be enticing, and she knew it, using it to her advantage, but Edward would not fall for it again. He pressed his cheek to her curls of red hair, his lips barely gracing across the lobe of her ear. "Why would you believe me to be a kind enough man to grant you an escape for your own stupidity?" he whispered.

His finger came up under her chin and tilted her face to his, locking his eyes on hers. "I could be convinced, but are you finally willing to give mé what I want?"

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Fear began to rapidly bubble up inside her and she was sure that her facial expressions were giving it away. After all, the Riddler wasn’t the only individual in that room that she had scorned in the past. Being called out or even recognized in such a room was enough to get her killed on the spot or at least cornered. Her heart pounded in her chest for a multitude of reasons and adrenaline rushed through her veins with the mere conversation. Summer’s gaze only diverted from his to make sure that the others in the bar were occupied and paying no attention to her whatsoever. She knew her situation needed to be handed delicately – very much so.

After her eyes darted around the room, they quickly reunited with this entrancing pair. He leaned forward as well, choosing to spare her cover for now. Summer wondered if he could sense her fear, though it was becoming a struggle to hide it considering her surroundings. His warm breath hit her skin, resulting in a trail of goosebumps to appear across her porcelain skin. “We should go to a private room.” She replied, hoping he might oblige her. She reached for her waist which contained the keys for the private, artic-themed rooms that the elite lounge had to offer. If any questions surfaced later she could always pay for the room with her own tips, claiming he had done so. Then again, with his apparent connections and fame swirling around the Iceberg, Summer even wondered if he was charger for such services.

Her jaw tightened as he reached for her chin, tilting her face upwards almost patronizingly. She swallowed, and her nails dug crescent-shaped impressions into her pale palms as she curled her hands into tight fists. Her power trip had been such short-lived, and she was going to do anything in her power to keep the files in her possession, but she knew that was all that he truly wanted from her, which was somewhat disappointing to the fair redhead. “I can’t give you those files.” She attempted strongly, though the more time that pasted the less confident she seemed in her statements.

Her eyes darted nervously from him to the crowd that occupied the bar, relieved that alcohol clouded their memories so that vast amount of criminals did not recognize her. As almost on cue, her co-worker had returned, grabbing Summer by her upper arm and pulling her upright. "What are you doing?” The woman hissed. The redhead blinked innocently for a moment before she found her words. “Oh, I-um. Mr. Nigma requested a private room. I was just about to oblige him, I was just waiting until you returned." The other bartender sent a warm smile in Edward’s direction before hissing into Summer’s ear how lucky she was. However, Summer didn’t feel a bit lucky. Her cheeks (the ones on her face) red, she forced a smile and cleared her throat. “If you would follow me, sir.” She said pleasantly, grabbing an ice-themed bucket of ice, several glasses and a bottle of incredibly expensive champagne as she hoped he would play along.

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Edward certainly could be known for a short temper, but everyone who had ever worked with him had firsthand experience on how calm and collective Edward could be under high stress situations, plotting his moves out quickly to make certain that whatever the situation, it is solved immediately. Observing Miss Gleeson’s increase intake of air, flush to her face, the twitching of her eyes, and the way her lip shivered, he could see she had very little experience. Her first words only evident of the fact, that she was allowing panic to overrule her rationality.

While she was learning the ropes of the Iceberg Longue, Edward had already learned and advanced into professional knowledge. He knew Ozzy’s tricks and practices and worked around them to benefit his own needs. He rarely went into private rooms because he knew they weren’t private. Oswald filmed and listened to all the activities that took place in those rooms and later uses it for blackmail to the very customers that paid him for the privacy. It was handing over a card to Ozzy, that Edward had no interest in giving over.

The girl distracted him as their eyes locked, a flash of that fury reappearing, that pointless stubbornness coming to the surface. Her next statement caused his eye to twitch as he tried to hold his expression before he flat out lost his temper. Was she really so stupid? Were the files meant more to her then her own life? Before he had a moment to respond, she was ripped away from him, and the next thing he knew she had trapped him.

His hand started to shake under the table in frustration. He didn’t understand this girl. It was like dealing with a cat and trying to train them to be a dog. He would point right and she would go left. He felt like he had to clean up her mess, not because he wanted to, but because her death at the moment would not benefit him, if anything it would hinder him.

He nodded to the other server, grabbing his glass from the bar and following the red head. Oswald would immediately be curious why he had requested a private room. It was a rare thing for Edward to ask for, especially when the visit was supposed to be made temporary. Oswald would be informed and he would be watching.

He would have to put on a show then. He shot back the rest of his drink, placing it at a table he walked by as he followed her.

“I am assuming this is the first time you have ever brought a guest to a private room judging on how you are shaking like a leaf,” he said behind her, his eyes stopping to appreciate her form. If he had to put on a show, she at least wasn’t a terrible choice in co-stars.

He watched her carefully as she unlocked the door to one of the rooms. Many things happened in these rooms, from truce between two gangs to a deal being made between a corrupt cop and a drug dealer, but almost always, when a man went into a private room alone with only one of the servers, it was for something more intimate.

Not willing for the Penguin to find out anything about the files or his business with Luthor, he paid little to no attention to the small low-lit room. He shut the door behind hm. He wouldn’t be able to explain this to her, but he hoped in her small tiny mind she might be able to figure out what he was doing. He grabbed her wrist after she put down the ice, yanking her body against his and kissing her roughly.

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The idea that her life could be quite literally ruined in a matter of seconds constantly swirled around her pretty little head, causing her thinking to be somewhat distorted as she struggled to think of a way out of this. First, it was clear she needed to relocate with Edward, knowing that any attention they seemed to acquire would ultimately lead to her downfall. Not to mention, she would not be able to continue her position as a staff member and properly hold a conversation dealing with what was basically a form of blackmail. Unable to multi-task such a drastic situation, she tried to compose herself as she led him to the private room. “Let’s just say you were not the only person in that room who wants a piece of me....if you were to have blown my cover....” She said lowly, shuddering at the thought of that happening and leaving her sentence painfully unended

This private room, however, differed from the rest. Summer was aware of her employer’s surveillance system only after a matter of hours of being employed. The redhead had even found a camera strategically placed in the bowler hat of her uniform. With help of a trusted member of her crew, she disabled it and replaced it with one of her own so that she could record everything that she saw. Thankfully this move had gone unnoticed for the time being. When she realized the abundance of cameras surrounding every inch of the perimeter, she knew she needed to have at least one safe area. She staged a rather elaborate scene, where she would escort a man to the same private room she was leading Edward. Little was it known at the time, but this man happened to be one of her audio visual members of the investigative team she had assembled.

After a great deal of planning and work, the room that she was about to lead Edward to no longer had a live feed – but instead played on a 24- hour loop of the empty version of the room. Whatever happened between the redhead and her current companion would be unnoticed. The only image that would be relayed to the control room would be that of the untouched room. She unlocked it, biting her lip as the door shut behind him. As she went to set the objects in her hand down, she turned to inform him of the situation and alert him that this room was safe to speak, however- he made a move before she could explain.

He seemed aware of the camera situation, though he was oblivious to the adjustments that she had made to it. Perhaps this was a good thing; she could certainly use this to her advantage. As he pulled her to him, their lips quickly met. Summer took the opportunity to explore his mouth, undeniably attracted to him, despite the conflict that often arose with his presence. It was the most complicated form of relationship but she steered him toward the white Chaise lounge chair only a few feet away from their entangled bodies. Her lips left his, only to leave a trail of kisses from his jawline until she met his ear. “I know what you are doing….the cameras…” She nibbled playfully on his ear lobe. “So where do we go from here” She whispered with each opportunity she came up for air.

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If Edward were honest with himself, what happened next came as a complete surprise. He had expected her to be tense and possibly fight against him. After all the last time they were this close, he had his hand around her throat, threatening to take the air from her lungs.

He hoped the security feed didn’t have a zoom in feature because it did, it would have caught the almost baffled expression on his face, as she not only molded into the kiss, but took charge of what was occurring. It completely destroyed the innocent image he kept painting her as in his head. He stumbled back as he was lead to the lounge chair behind him. The similarities to the situation at the bank started to stack up, mentally going through how she used his ability to underestimate her to get the upper hand. His paranoia told him that he once again was stepping into a trap.

Her small form pressed against his chest, and the clattering thoughts that ran through his mind went silent. He couldn’t stop even if he could be playing into a ploy, not with the Penguin’s watching eye. He had to at least make this seem real. His hands found the curves of her hips and pulled her close. He could fill the weight of his clothing as he shifted with her and became acutely aware of the exact space between them. He deepened the kiss, taking control of it, as his hand ran up the back of the black corset, coming across the ridiculous lace that kept it together, his other hand dipping downwards to feel the smooth touch of her skin as he went and gripped her thigh. She broke the kiss, but her lips were still on his skin. His breathing was rough, as he tilted his jaw, allowing easier or access.

Her words sounded softly against his ears, and he found himself reminded of why this was occurring, but his hand behind the corset started to make work at undoing the lace and knots tied behind it. He found himself somewhat impressed that she knew about the cameras, but the question that followed was absolutely stupid. In a quick jerk, he turned her around, pressing her against the wall keeping her partially bent over the lounge chair as his one hand took hold of both her wrist and kept them on the wall. His chest pressed partially on her back, lingering almost like a shadow you couldn’t quite get rid of.

“I can think of quite a few directions this can go,” he stated, his feet kicking out her legs, so she stood before him bent over in a vulnerable position. His eyes ran down her long curls to the exposed skin of her shoulder above the corset, he leaned down and pressed a kiss against it. “One, you can listen to me, and I can be quite nice,” he husked, as his free hand dragged up her thigh and to her waist. “Or two,” he spoke darkly, “you cannot listen to me, and retribution will be cruel.” He bit into her smooth unbruised skin, keeping her hands locked to the wall and his tight grip on her waist.

“You’re choice…” he spoke, “But to make things fun, let’s add a time limit. You have one minute to decide.”

She knew exactly what he was talking about, while the Penguin would only assume that Edward had some twisted interest.

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Summer knew she had the upper hand as far as her safety was concerned. He was unaware that she had altered the conditions of the camera that sat strategically placed in the room. While as far as he knew there was only a handful of angles to work with, in actuality their current location was unknown to anyone in the lounge and the pair could do whatever they wished and have it gone unnoticed. Though she had that on her side, she was still couldn’t fathom her horrible luck. Her head was racing to an equivalent speed of her racing heart as she tried to fathom what was going on here. She wasn’t particularly thinking, but this newfound aggression and undeniable passion bubbled up inside her.

She felt in control, a feeling she was very familiar with. It wasn’t until he quickly switched things up on her did a sharp gasp fly from her lips. If she thought she was aggressive, he always seemed to easily outdo her. While the young redhead felt as though she could learn a great deal from him, right now he was not to be considered a mentor. The young reporter had scorned her and now an arrangement needed to be made, despite how easy it was to get caught up in the moment.

Summer felt his hands roaming across her back, making work of the tight lace that held the material together. Part of her wanted to stop him, but she didn’t and allowed him to do so, finding it accommodating to her heaving chest. She barely had time to take in his reaction to her knowledge until she was forced to face the white walls of the artic themed room. Somewhat caught off guard, a gasp flew from her lips as her palms met the wall and wrists were pinned in place. The absence of control was completely foreign, but also exhilarating – despite how much she attempted to ignore it.

She didn’t bother to struggle; knowing she needed to uphold her image not to mention his strength obviously outmatched her own. Forced to lean forward, her backside was pressed against his frame, the distance non-existent between the two. “I’m listening-“ She began, biting her lip as he kicked her legs apart and she resumed the unusual stance. He was certainly playing his role well, but it seemed to be more and more of a struggle for her to live up to hers with each move he made.

Unable to see him only caused the suspense to grow. The kiss was unexpected, causing the sensation to heighten and visible goosebumps to grace the surface of her porcelain skin. Hanging on to each of his words, she was all the more relieved that he couldn’t see her face. Her wide eyes were practically swimming with fear as she nerves battled the confusing mix of emotions that he had recently summoned. When he bit into her soft skin, she was positive it would leave some sort of mark, though the adrenaline made the pain almost nonexistent. A soft moan fell from her lips that she had desperately attempted to smoother.

She was taking this seriously, but it wasn’t until his decided time limit did her worry multiply. “A minute?” Summer repeated, her breathing shallow “You can’t believe that I will know whether or not to give up the story of my career in just a minute’s time….I am assuming that the files are what you are after” It was all so confusing and the young reporter still didn’t honestly have a method to such madness. Half of her was more than willing to surrender the files in order to keep her cover, but at the same time this story was a once in a life time opportunity to cover that just happened to fall into her ambitious hands. “Besides…this is a live feed. You can’t do anything to hurt me without someone finding out…” She reminded, hoping that would be enough to possibly change her options – if not buy her a bit more time.

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Her body’s reactions and sounds that slipped from her lips did not come to a surprise to him. He knew how to make a woman feel like they had his sole attention for what really turned a woman on was feeling like they were the center of the world. They truly were simple creatures, and Edward knew all the tricks in the world. It always came back to the basic instincts of women from the earlier stages of mankind during the gathering and hunting stage. They wanted a man that could protect and care for them.

His lips moved from the spot he had bit, trailing up her porcelain skin to her exposed neck. His hand traveled further up her corset, giving hint in the direction he planned to go next. The word file flew from her mouth, and his entire body went stiff as if he might have been shot in the back with only a few moments to live. She knew the cameras were in this room, yet instead of keeping her mouth shut, she stupidly spewed out items above her head like a child diagnosed with turrets.

His hand released her wrist, wrapping around her largemouth quickly, and yanking her form up against him. If the Penguin was watching as intently as he suspected, he now would know that this girl had something he needed, and in particular, that items were important files. It certainly was not information he wanted him to know, even if he would be missing an important detail. His mind ran over again what she had said to make certain she hadn’t ruined him anymore, but then he realized that she had mentioned story aloud.

His eyes narrowed, his grip tightened into the corset, and his hand pressed harder over her mouth. The two words of story and career would have had the Penguins men in this room in a matter of moments. Ozzy despised reporters and the press, and any sniff of such activity of an investigative journalist in his club would turn into instant action. Yet they stood in the room with no sign of the door bursting open.

He eyed the cameras, turning his lips against her ear. “Why did you choose this room?” he asked, his hand slowly lifting from her mouth to allow her to speak.

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Silently swearing to herself, she knew she had messed up. A number of fears and concerns raced through her head. Summer could practically count her mistakes, which now played on an over-analyzed loop. She had become far too vulnerable in such a situation, allowing him to press every single trigger displayed on her willing body. Summer felt ultimately foolish, but she had already allowed the situation to progress at a rapid speed resulting in a complete loss of control on her part.

The career-driven young woman’s life was very eventful in the love department, though she successfully managed to destroy every potential relationship with her ambition. Love was not a priority, but far too time-consuming for a woman that was always on the go. Still, she had her needs like any other. He seemed to be fully aware of her humanistic urges, distracting her from the ultimate issue at hand. She gasps as his hands slid under the black, lacey material of her corset, only to release his other hand from her wrists and clamp it tightly over her mouth.

Her body pressed forcefully against his, the pressure he was putting on her lips smothered the slightest noise that attempted to evacuate her mouth. That was when she realized she had ultimately failed. His paranoia kept him prepared, whereas she was aware of something that put hers at ease. Having been so worked up and caught in the crossfires of such intensity was ultimately going to bring her secret to the surface. She was beyond angry, but with herself and her own big mouth. She racked her brain desperately for a reason that would explain her loose lips in such a dire situation.

She made a noise of protest as he aggressively pressed harder against her face, causing her to wince slightly. He hissed into her ear, finally releasing the lower half of her face to allow her to speak. Summer exhaled, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She closed her eyes for a moment, unable to think of some kind of justification that would ease his paranoia and also result in her safety. “I’ve hacked the system. This room isn’t recording any live footage and the audio is disabled. It’s on a loop of an empty room. No one can see us. You didn’t exactly give me the opportunity to tell you…” she managed lowly, watching the situation slip through her manicured fingers.


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