Melissa Amber

Rule one," the guard said. "You don't talk." I talked for six minutes. She answered in three words or less, knuckles white on her keys. Then something dinged behind my eyes. [Raise her desire.] Desire: 2/100. I almost laughed. Two points from a woman who hadn't looked at me once. Jokes: +2. So I shut up, then said the only honest thing all night — "You look tired. Long shift?" The bar jumped to 31. Her hand went to her collar and she didn't know she'd done it. [Close the distance. Now.] I caught her uniform through the bars and kissed her. Bad angle. Her keys hit the floor. For one second she was ice. Then her fist closed in my shirt and yanked me back. Desire: 78/100. [New mission: do not leave her sight.] "Say one word," she breathed, "and I lock you up forever." Her hand didn't let go