“Wow, check out this club,” I say to my best friend Ava as we walk through the crowds of people.
“I know; it’s pretty cool right? Mark told me this is the place to be.”
“It’s impressive; your boss knows his thing.”
I look around the massive club, with its raving neon lights and pumping music. We squash through the crowd of people and make our way towards the bar. I look around at the mass of people swarming for drinks and wonder how long it’s going to take to get one of my own. Ava sighs and turns to me, “Club life eh?”
I laugh, “Yeah.”
“I say we make a bet.” Ava grins.
“I say it’ll be ten minutes before we’re served. If I’m right, you pay.”
“Alright, I’ll play your little game. I say it’ll be five minutes because we’re so dammed beautiful.”
Ava throws her head back and laughs, and then she shakes my hand, “Deal.”
I grin at my best friend, and her eyes twinkle with humor. I’ve known Ava since we were just ten years old and we’ve been inseparable since. Completely opposite in looks and personality, and yet we get along like a house on fire. Ava flicks her blonde hair and peers around the bar; she’ll get a drink with one smile, if she really wants to. She’s beautiful. She’s the kind of girl that stops men in their tracks.
So when I hear a deep, husky voice behind me offering a drink, I’m assuming the man speaking is talking to Ava. Why wouldn’t he be? She’s in a tight black dress and has legs to go knows where. I’m the opposite, wearing short hot pants and a singlet top. My hair is a dark shade of red, and my eyes are a dark emerald green. While I have a nice body, I’m not what most men go for, being that I’m not blonde with huge knockers.
“Did you hear me? Can I buy you a drink?”
He’s not speaking to Ava, he’s speaking to me.
I turn and face one of the most devastating men I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. He’s tall, dark and handsome. His hair is messy and under the light it looks black but it could be dark brown. His eyes are light blue, so light they look like glass. His skin is that creamy olive, and his body is huge, I mean HUGE. If I was to guess, I’d say he stands at six foot two and is a bundle of muscle.
“Me?” I ask.
“Yeah you, beautiful,”
Beautiful? I’ve been called hot, sexy and even fuckable but beautiful? Never beautiful.
“Oh, thanks, I’ll have vodka and tonic.” I manage to stammer out, Ava shoves me from behind.
The man smirks at me, then turns and slams his hand down onto the bar. The bar attendant immediately rushes over.
“What can I get you, sir?”
Sir? Last time I checked, no one called anyone sir in a club….like ever. Mystery man leans over the bar and puts in an order, and the bar attendant rushes off right away. I stare at the tattoos running up his arms, some Celtic design. It’s very appealing. So is the dark shirt and tight black jeans. Ava leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Oh my God!”
“I know,” I grin, turning towards her.
“He’s totally moving in for the kill, take him home!”
“Seriously, it’s been how long since you’ve had sex?”
I sigh. The last time was Danny, my long term boyfriend. That ass went ahead and gave me a good beating because he caught me up town dancing one night. I knew Danny had a temper, but that did it for me. I left him and moved away, and so far I haven’t had any further trouble from him. So far.
“Ok, you make a valid point.”
“Here’s your drink,” That smooth velvety voice purrs. I turn again and stare into those crystal blue eyes that have no doubt lured many women to some serious orgasms. I take the drink and flash my best sexy smile. Ava grins at me once before disappearing onto the dance floor. Cheeky shit.
“Can I have the next dance?” He asks, just as I’m taking a sip.
“Um,” God, just say yes Willow, what will it hurt? “Sure.”
He takes my hand and leads me onto the dance floor. I feel giddy and nervous all at the same time. Mystery man takes my hips in his hands, and he begins moving with me. Heat creeps up my cheeks when I realize how close we are. Our bodies are nearly touching, and he smells so fucking good.
“What’s your name?” He asks.
“Willow…” I whisper, pitifully.
I narrow my eyes at him, but keep dancing. Song after song passes, and he seems to be fixed on me and only me. I feel like the luckiest girl alive right now. He dances with me, gets me drinks and asks me very basic questions about my life. Part of me wonders what’s happening, he isn’t really making any sort of move on me and yet, he won’t seem to leave me alone.
“Oh my God,” Ava whispers when I finally free myself from mystery man an hour later.
“I know, he seems fixed on me and only me.”
“You should feel flattered; do you see all the women batting their eyelashes at him?”
“I know why, he’s gorgeous.”
“Do you think he’s like…a stalker or something?”
I laugh and wave a drunken hand in her face. “No, God, he’s nice.”
“Well…if I don’t see you later, I’ll know where you are,” she grins, waggling her eyebrows.
I grin and return to the dance floor. Mystery man follows me out and hands me another drink, which I swallow quickly. We begin dancing again, this time getting a little friskier. His hands are on me, and I’m clutching him with need. It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a man; it’s about time that changed.
“What do you do for a living?” Mystery man asks, his hot breath tickling my ear.
“I was an office assistant, but at the moment I don’t have a job,” I yell.
“What about you?”
His blue eyes sparkle with amusement, what did I say that was so funny?
“Just a mechanic,” he answers.
“Oh, that’s good. What’s your name?”
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, hearing my voice starting to slur suddenly.
“I’ll take you.”
I look up at him, and his blue eyes are telling me he’s very serious.
I begin stumbling towards the bathroom. Why do I feel so light headed? I haven’t had too much to drink and yet I can’t seem to get my footing. I was fine ten minutes ago. I know I’m an easy drunk, but shit, I’m not that easy. Johnny escorts me down the hall with his hand on the small of my back. When we reach the bathroom door, I go to open it but my hand keeps missing the door knob. Something’s wrong.
“Come on, there’s a toilet out back that’s quieter.”
I look up at him, and I’m fairly sure I just got double vision. He takes my hand and pulls, not leaving me time to protest. Alarm bells are going off in my head. Where’s Ava? Maybe she saw me leave and will follow. Why would there be a bathroom out the back? I try to pull my hand from his, with no success. I’m too drunk and he’s too strong. I’m unable to get one foot in front of the other, let alone escape his hold. I trip and fall, stumbling and slurring until he finally reaches down and lifts me.
“Let me…go,” I slur, my voice slipping.
He doesn’t answer, he just keeps pulling me. Soon we are outside and the fresh air hits me like a brick. Where’s Ava, why isn’t she behind me? Does she even know I’m gone? I feel my head spin wildly and my vision blurs. Before I know it, everything has gone black.