Lindsey McDonald made his way to the top floor of the building and was stopped by a cold look coming from the secretary. She was new, covering for Mrs. Henderson and she didn't show any signs of recognizing him.

“I'm here to meet Mr. O'Reilly. I'm Lindsey McDonald”, he informed.

“Mr. O'Reilly is having a meeting”, the woman stated dismissing him. Lindsey looked at his watch, he really didn't have time to wait.

“Just inform him I am here.”

The woman gave him a cold look and with a huff, grabbed the phone. “I am sorry to bother you Mr. O'Reilly but... Yes, I know you are in a meeting... There's Mr. McDonald insisting on... Yes, sir”, she said to the phone and hung up, turning to look at Lindsey. “You can go in now”, she said coolly.

Lindsey walked into the office and three men in suits passed him at the door, shooting daggers at him.

“Close the door”, Daniel commanded from behind his massive desk. Lindsey did as he was told and came to sit in front of the older man. He pulled out a folder from his briefcase and set it on the desk, pushing it in front of Daniel.

“Here are his movements from the past six days”, Lindsey stated and Daniel threw open the folder and leafed through the pages that were filled with pictures of his grandson. He looked at them suspiciously and backed few pages, then forward again.

“Who is this girl?” he asked and turned the folder around. The blonde showed up in many pictures with his grandson and he didn't believe in coincidences.

Lindsey leaned closer to take a look at the picture, it was taken in front the gallery, Buffy was laughing with slight blush on her cheeks and looking at the smirking Angelus. “Buffy Anne Summers, owns an art gallery here. I'm thinking they knew each other before I started working on this case”, Lindsey answered and leaned back to his chair.

Daniel looked at the picture with scrutiny, the girl, more like a young woman, was beautiful, she looked sweet and innocent but he knew looks could be deceiving. Like Angelus' Darla, when she put on that sweet smile she easily hid the ruthless gold digger she really was. Knowing Angelus, this Buffy-girl was the same, sweet on the outside, rotten in the inside.

“Do you think she might be the future bride?” he asked sardonically, wearing the same kind of lopsided smirk as Angelus, only there was nothing sexy about his.

“Could be. I saw him spend the night. Only once though and I doubt anything happened, he was so drunk he could barely stand.”

“That boy doesn't need legs to fuck”, Daniel stated wryly.

“I'm sure he doesn't, sir”, Lindsey amended.

“I want you to find out everything there is about the girl. I don't want my grandson repeating my son's mistakes”, Daniel ordered, his eyes drifting back to the picture.

“I'll do that, sir”, Lindsey agreed and continued to give the report on Angel's movements during the last six days.

On Sunday Buffy had returned back to Los Angeles, cursing her cowardliness. She hadn't dared to tell her mother she was pregnant, she couldn't handle the thought of her mother being ashamed of her. But she reasoned the situation by saying to herself she had told about Angel, maybe it was better that she told the news gently, at least now her mother knew she was dating and the father wasn't just a one night stand.

Joyce had been wondering about her daughter's behavior, she was strangely nervous, eating a lot and then going in and out of the bathroom. She was worried, was the Angel-person good influence on her daughter, maybe the nervousness was because of him. Or maybe she was developing an eating disorder, Joyce knew how hard living in Los Angeles could be to ones self-confidence. It would never have happened with Riley. The thought of possible pregnancy didn't even occur to her.

Angel parked his car to the driveway and stepped out. He straightened his suit jacket and ran his hand through his hair before heading to the house. A smirk rose to his lips, the last days had been pure torture but finally the night had come that he would have his third date with Buffy. Sure he couldn't care piss about the artist's paintings, a five year old could do better, but the thought of spending hours with Buffy excited him, in more ways than one.

He rang the doorbell and her voice called through for him to come in. He walked in, closing the door behind him. 'Did she ever lock that door?' He lifted his gaze and stopped dead on his tracks, she was standing in the living room, smiling at him. His breath caught in his throat and all he could do was stare at her with a small grin on his lips.

She had a long light pink slip dress on that made her look sweet and sexy at the same time. It didn't show off too much cleavage, leaving just enough for imagination that he was happy to use. The light material clung to her every curve and her long hair was pulled up, strands dangling down, brushing against her shoulders. How easy would it be just to slip down those thin straps of her dress.

He came to his senses and walked across the distance to her. “You look beautiful”, he stated and offered her the single white rose with light pink color on the edge of the petals, he had kept hidden behind his back. A smile rose to her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“Thank you”, she breathed out and took the rose, handling it carefully. “You look very nice too”, she said and looked him up and down. There was a light blush on her cheeks and she turned away. “I'll put this to water, we need to get going to the gallery.”

She walked away from him to the kitchen and with his head tilted to the side, he watched her go, getting a good look at the backside of her dress that left her back bare. He didn't have to think twice, he followed her into the kitchen, finding her searching for a vase from the top cabinets, her body stretched out to reach up.

With a smirk he walked to her and took the vase she was reaching, his body trapping her between the tabletop and him. He set the vase down and leaned closer to her, breathing in her scent. His fingers traveled up her arm, barely touching and he could feel her shivering. “Angel”, she breathed out his name. Oh God, he loved how she said it.

Slowly he pulled down the strap of her dress and pressed his lips against the soft skin of her shoulder. She moaned softly and turned in his arms. Their lips were close enough to touch and they were staring into each others eyes that were dark with passion. He broke the eye contact, directing his gaze to her other shoulder and just as gently as he had done the other, he pulled the strap down. He kissed her neck, going down to the junction where he lingered, knowing it made her hot and bothered.

She whispered his name and the breathy sound was his undoing, he stepped back just to pull her flush against his body and kiss her passionately. Without hesitation, she responded to the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. He deepened the kiss while his hands traveled down her sides, pulling the dress down and settling to her ass. He backed her against the table and as her backside collided into it, he lifted her up to sit on the edge but in the process, their lips lost contact. She groaned in protest but soon it changed into sounds of pleasure as his lips trailed down her neck to her breasts, his big hands cupping them together and his thumbs playing with her nipples.

“Angel”, she breathed out his name.

“Angel?” This time it was in a form of a question and it pulled him out of his fantasy. He looked down to her, she was still trapped between him and the tabletop but she had turned around and was looking at him with questioning eyes. He tried to will down his growing erection but the sight of her heaving chest was not helping.

He stepped back and looked at the clock on the wall. She followed his gaze and quickly turned around, putting water on the vase and setting the rose into it. “We should go or Gloria will kill me”, she said and he nodded in agreement.

They left the kitchen and quickly she grabbed her purse and jacket, not bothering to put it on since it was still warm outside. They walked to the car and like the gentleman he had recently become, he opened the door for her. As he pulled off the driveway, her eyes landed on her neighbors house and a small smile rose to her lips.

“What's funny?” he asked, a smirk tucking his lips at the sight.

“Oh, it's a funny thing, my neighbor Mr. Lowell complained to me about a drunk man on my yard last weekend. He called Mr. Lowell a cow”, she answered with a giggle. Mr Lowell was a tall and very skinny man in his late forties, the last thing he reminded her of was a cow.

“Oh really? Did he call the cops?” Angel asked managing to make his voice sound curious. Briefly he considered that maybe she knew it was him and was just testing him.

“No. He stopped yelling so Mr Lowell figured he had either took off or passed out. I'm thinking it was the second one since his cab was still on the driveway in the morning. That must have been some bill by then.” Again she giggled, a carefree sound.

“Yeah, I can imagine”, he said with a fake smile, he didn't have to imagine the sum and the whole incident was something he would have liked to forget.

Angel had helped Buffy with the last minute organizing before the showing started and the more he had to listen to the artist talk, the less he liked him. He looked at the paintings with disdain, for four hours he had spent looking at them and listening to praises about his greatness and the only light of the evening was that he was with Buffy. Actually the exhibition wasn't so bad, but the art was crap and he couldn't wait to get the object of his desire home and have his wicked way with her.

His eyes were locked on her, she was standing with the so called artist, having a conversation with him. The man leaned closer to her, his hand brushing her arm and Angel growled. Not only did the guy do ugly paintings but he had touched his woman. Luckily the artist saw someone he knew and walked away from Buffy.

Angel walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a quick kiss to the base of her neck. She smiled and turned around in his arms. “Are you as bored as you look?” she asked.

He smirked and shook his head. “I'm not bored but only thing worth looking in here is you. As I have said before, this guy makes crappy paintings. Preschoolers could make better works of art. This Pucko, Marco what ever his name is, can't paint for shit”, he said and she laughed. He looked so cute with a scowl on his face, his eyes were directed at the said artist.

“It's Franco. But his real name is just Frank Johnson, he's really from Iowa and I'm pretty sure he's never been to Italy”, Buffy told Angel who chuckled.

“Why am I not surprised”, he scoffed, then frowned as the blond woman the so called artist was talking to turned around. It was Nina. And she was looking back at them, shooting daggers with her eyes. Angel groaned, couldn't he get a break, the last thing he needed was for Nina to talk to Buffy.

“What's the matter?” Buffy asked with a frown.

He turned to look at her and gave her a reassuring smile. “It's nothing. Just saw someone I'm not in good terms with”, he answered and she turned her eyes back to Franco and the blonde.

“Her?” she questioned nodding her head towards her. She could barely disguise her jealousy, the woman was pretty.

Angel smirked at the jealous look she had on her face. “Yeah. You jealous?” He took a step closer to her, their bodies were almost touching.

“Should I be?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, willing herself not to be distracted by how close he was.

“No”, was his simple answer. His eyes looked into hers with undisguised desire, turning almost black. She swallowed hard, his heated gaze was making her feel like he was already undressing her.

“I'm gonna go get a drink. You want anything?” she managed to say without stuttering. A smirk rose to his lips and she rolled her eyes, it was obvious what was on his mind. “Behave”, she ordered and went to the bar desk. She ordered her drink along with one for Angel and was about to return to him when she came face to face with pair of unfriendly eyes. It was the woman Franco had been talking to.

“It won't last”, she said with a hard voice.

Buffy frowned, looking at the woman with confusion. What was she talking about? “What?”

“Angelus. I can see it in your eyes you're already planning the whole white picket fence and 2.5 kids. Well, let me tell you, it's not gonna happen. He'll fuck you and when he's done with you, he's done with you”, Nina said shooting daggers at the woman who had replaced her.

“Voice of experience?” Buffy questioned, succeeding to keep the hostility and jealousy out of her voice.

The woman's eyes hardened. “Just because he wasn't on the mood last weekend doesn't mean I won't get another try. He's quite a ride”, she said and left the bar. Her pride had been wounded when Angelus turned her down but that didn't mean she didn't want another shot with him later, once she had licked her wounds enough.

A small smile rose to Buffy's lips, if she had understood it correctly, the blonde had been turned down by Angel on the weekend she had been visiting her mother. She turned her eyes to the man in question. He was wearing a scowl on his face, his mind running through dozens of things Nina could have said to Buffy. But why was she smiling?

Buffy walked to him and handed him the other drink. “What?” he asked, his dark eyes trying to pull the answer out of her. She just gave him a smirk but didn't answer.

It was late in the evening when Buffy locked up the gallery and Angel drove her home. He parked the car and got out, circling around it to open the door for her. She smiled at him, at the same time it was sweet and innocent as it was sexy and inviting.

Angel walked her to the porch, taking his usual position leaning against the side pillar. His eyes were watching her every move. Slowly she turned around to look at him, locking her eyes with his and suddenly she was feeling nervous.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked with a breathy voice.