Just for kicks. [Duke]

[Duke]

"Well, perhaps you'd like to pay me for my services. I'm cheap," he said to her as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I like Cuban cigars. They sell them at the General Store.They have my brand in stock. Just tell them you want to buy a box for Duke. Buy me some of those and I'll do whatever you want."

He realized after he said it that he had just left himself wide open for anything she asked. This could get interesting.

[Angela Waters]

She thought for a moment, her brow furrowing briefly. "Darlin', if I buy Cuban cigars, you'll be getting an empty box." She warned him with a quiet chuckle as she pushed her dark hair away from her face once more. "So, I told you my story, what's yours?" She queried, tilting her head as she trailed her fingertips idly along his arm. "You can give me the short version or the long version, don't matter." She murmured, watching him curiously from beneath dark lashes.

[Duke]

Grinning he rubbed her legs and took a deep breath and blew it out.
"I have traveled many places, seen many things, had many experiences. I love women. There isn't an inch I don't love.

I started life in New York the son of no one. Abandoned as a baby I grew up a waif on the streets in Five Points. I learned all I needed to survive there. Became a successful businessman and opened saloons in New York, Philadelphia and Chicago. When my last business failed I came here to little Del Fuego to try again. Doesn't work out here I may retire or I may go to San Francisco and see how much gold I can take from the miners. Any questions?"

All the while he talked he moved his fingers up her thighs tickling with his fingertips. "Now, take off your boots,"

[Angela Waters]

She tilted her head for a moment and thought. "I went to San Francisco once, idled there for a few games of poker, and left with my winnings." She chuckled wryly and cupped his face briefly, brushing her lips along his. Shaking her head for a moment, she pulled away, allowing her teeth to graze his bottom lip. Instead of just her boots, however, she shamelessly removed what she wore, watching him with a hint of amusement. "I said we'd save that game for next time, doll." She teased, trailing her fingertips playfully along his torso.

[Duke]

The male in him could take no more. Grabbing her he pulled her spread legged onto his lap and he kissed her. It was obvious he desired her.

[Angela Waters]

It wasn't sudden, per say, but she did notice how her heartbeat skipped and started hammering against the confines of her rib cage. She noted the way her hands drifted toward his shoulders and the way the toned muscles in her thighs tightened as she pressed herself against him, seeking anything that would hurry this along. She could feel the fiery burn of desire as it raced through her veins and pooled in the pit of her abdomen. Each slight caress sent another shiver down her spine, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and goosebumps begin to rise on her suntanned skin. When his lips brushed along hers, she nearly came undone but somehow found the presence of mind to return the gesture, her fingers digging lightly into his shoulders, seeking some anchor to the real world. "Please..." She breathed against his lips, her soft words somewhat husky with the desire that had taken hold of her as her dark eyes searched his, silently pleading for some form of relief.

((OOC: Sorry for the wait. Hectic week. >__<))

[Duke]

This was not how he imagined it would happen. Even though he had been with many women he had a romantic edge to him that liked to seduce and then have them at his discretion in a place they were willing to allow themselves to be taken, willingly hopefully.

"Please..." She breathed against his lips, her soft words somewhat husky with the desire that had taken hold of her as her dark eyes searched his, silently pleading for some form of relief.

And her permission was all it took. There on the chair with no one but the hulk Magowan looking on unseen from a dark corner of the room he made her his own.

"My Gawd! My Gawd!" were the only words that emanated from his mouth as they moved together. She was all and more what he had hoped for. All of her.

[Angela Waters]

Upon achieving release, she felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted. Her breathing came in soft, short bursts and her heartbeat was still rather erratic but still, she was satisfied and that was all she cared about. Her body, which was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, rested against his. Her damp cheek rested against his shoulder and finally when the fuzziness began to leave, she lifted her head and looked at him, her lips curving briefly into an undeniable smirk. "I can pour you a glass while you catch your breath, unless you'd rather me remain like this." She teased softly, her head tilting as she watched him curiously. She had more than enough stamina to go a few more rounds but at the same time, she knew enough not to push the issue too much.

[Duke]

His arms around her waist he held her close as he breathed hard trying to catch his breath. This was one for the records. He had found a keeper. A woman who could play the same game he played and come through in a way he had always wanted a woman to do.

"No," he panted, his head laid back as he gasped in and out. It was a good kind of gasping. "Don't you dare move, lover. Not yet.Not yet."

[Angela Waters]

In that moment, she doubted she could have moved, even if she had wanted to. She was content to stay right where she was. Shifting just enough to get comfortable, she lowered her head back to his shoulder. "Whatever you say, hon." She murmured with a breathless chuckle, her dark hair framing her face. After adding some confirmation that she had heard him, she opted for silence. She wasn't necessarily one for pillow talk, unless the other party was but even then, she only added to the conversation when prompted to do so.

[Duke]

Duke put Angela up in his own room, the most spacious and luxurious room in the building. Whatever she wanted he gave it to her. She was not a kept woman but more like a partner.

[Angela Waters]

She found it rather easy, stretching out on the man's bed and simply relaxing. Of course, it didn't mean she wasn't going to joke around about it for a spell. "Y'know, darlin', as much as I enjoy bein' the pampered princess, I do 'ave people to check in with so they know I'm not dead." She teased, rolling onto her side as she rested her elbow against the mattress and lowered her head into the cradle that had been created by her palm. After another moment passed and she began to grow restless, she decided to sit up, unashamed as the sheet fell, exposing her. "Did I ever mention I like your style?" She queried rather out of the blue, pushing her tousled hair away from her face as she glanced toward him, giving him a mischievous grin.

[Duke]

Duke had awoken that morning with the lovely Angela wrapped in his arms. They were both naked from a night of passionate love making. She was by far the most exciting and satisfying woman he had ever experienced.

Giving her a quick kiss he had gotten up to relieve himself in the chamber he had built in the room. It was a small room, the size of a small closet with a window, with a wooden chair that had a cover over a specialized opening where a covered chamber pot sat.. A stack up what was called Perforated Papers promised to be splinter free and sanitary for its users. It was the most modern toiletry system of it's day.

Pulling on a silk robe he cracked open his door and spoke to someone outside the room then went over to a mirror above the washstand. Pulling out a cup and brush he dipped the brush into a bowl of water and stirred up a lather. Covering his lower face and neck with the lather he began to shave himself.

He was very nearly finished when Angela stretched and threw back her covers exposing her beautiful naked body to him.

"Did I ever mention I like your style?"

Watching her refection in the mirror he admired her body and laughed at her reply.

"I'm having coffee and breakfast brought up for us," he told her as he toweled off and then applied some lilac water to his face. The morning sunlight through the window made her skin glow..

"You look good enough to eat. Perhaps I'll have you for breakfast instead," he turned and grinned at her.

[Angela Waters]

She wriggled briefly and yawned, getting up slowly. What did she have to worry about? It wasn't as if he was going to suddenly become the big, bad wolf and try to eat her alive, granted he might eat her in other ways, which was something she found mildly appealing. "You're not like most men, darlin'. You're cocky and yet, you have what it takes to back it up...such a rarity in a world full of cowards and imbeciles." She mused aloud, drifting toward him as she wrapped her arms around him from behind and rested her head against his back. Her views on society were somewhat jaded, and she knew it but at the same time, she really didn't care.

As long as she got her way, everything was alright. If things didn't go her way, the results oftentimes were the equivalent of a nuclear explosion. She wasn't afraid to resort to violence if it came right down to the heart of the matter. Methods that were less drastic, ones she used quite often, were seduction and general deception. Nobody really knew much about her, other than what she chose to divulge. To most, she was a pretty face with a nasty temper that'd just as soon rob you blind than actually become a housewife. To a select few, she was a fella that needed work and simply went by the name of Andy.

Once she was done chewing you up, she spit you out and walked away. She was the epitome of a femme fatale, and she knew it well enough to use it to her advantage. Briefly, she closed her eyes and relinquished a soft sigh, allowing herself the chance to relax. "I could go for a brush and a massage. Care to volunteer for the latter?" She queried, her tone teasing. Before he could answer, however, she wandered back to the bed and sprawled on top of it, gazing up at the ceiling with a small, thoughtful frown.

Shifting onto her side, she looked toward him. "So, I'm guessing getting the special treatment doesn't happen too often 'round here." She murmured, quirking a brow. Of course, she was flattered by the gesture and appreciated all of the little moments that they had shared. It wasn't often she got to have an intelligent conversation and a good lay. "Personally, darlin', I think you should claim to have come done with somethin', I make a mighty fine doctor." She winked at him and chuckled softly.

[Duke]

"I could go for a brush and a massage. Care to volunteer for the latter?"

"Only if I could do the massaging," he grinned as he moved over to her, his robe left behind him on the floor and he crawled back into bed and made love to her again. He considered himself a good lover but he felt even better with her.

When he finished he continued holding her, looking down at her luminescent glow as he caught his breath. "Let's stay in bed and do that a dozen more times," he teased.

There came a knock at the door. "Breakfast, Mr. Duke," came a female voice.

"One moment," he answered back and got up from the bed. Reaching for his silk robe he pulled it on and tossed the covers over Angela. "No one sees you like that but me," he lean over and kissed her mouth.

Unlocking the bedroom door there was a woman holding a tray with breakfast for two on it. Metal covers kept the food warm and concealed. Duke gave the woman a grim look and allowed her in. "Set it on the table," he ordered her and went into an adjacent room to get dressed.

The woman eyed Angela warily and did as she was told. It was obvious from her outfit that she was one of the prostitutes that worked for Duke.

"You think he loves?" she spoke as she prepared the food on the table setting covered plates at each place along with a pot of coffee. "I once thought that, too," she continued. "I loved him and would do anything for him. I was fooled," finished now she turned to look at Angela. The woman's eyes were tired looking.
"Don't be fooled. Duke only loves himself and takes only what you allow him to take. He broke my heart. Don't let him break yours."

Duke came out of the room fully dressed in an expensive suit, a scarlet cravat around his throat with a diamond stud in the center. Apparently he had not heard the woman speaking.

"You're still here?" he looked at the woman, an angry glint in his eyes. "If you're finished, leave."

"Yes sir," the woman looked down and quickly left softly pulling the door closed behind her.

Turning his attention to Angela he smiled sweetly. "Breakfast?" he asked her.