by Maddie Wade
Bodies were pressed tightly together, and I tried to wiggle around in my 4-inch heels. Incidentally, Cherry had insisted that I wear a skirt which made my legs look super long. It was a black bandage skirt that stopped about three inches above my knees with a petrol blue, silk tank top. The wide leather belt around my middle makes my tits and ass stand out more, which Cherry thought was fantastic. A black leather biker jacket finished my look.
I’d thought that if I was doing the clothes, why not go all out on the smoky make-up? And if I say so myself, I looked fucking hot! Of course, the getting ready had entailed a few glasses of wine each to loosen things up and take the edge off my broken heart, which I was doing a great job ignoring tonight.
My front was pressed to Cherry’s side as we waited to be served. I smiled as a young blond waitress came our way with a huge smile on her face. Then I frowned as she walked straight by.
How rude! I twisted as best I could to see who the douche bag was that had been served first and all the saliva in my mouth dried up. Standing two people down from me was the sexiest man I had ever seen, and I mean ever. I watched as the bubbly barmaid leaned her tits on the bar as she took his drink order.
He was tall, probably 6 feet 4 and broad-shouldered. His hair was as black as midnight and his skin was an olive color that suggested a Mediterranean heritage like my own. His jaw was the kind of chiseled shape that poets and romance authors wrote about. Even his neck was sexy as it curved into an Adam’s apple that bobbed when he swallowed.
Dark eyebrows framed his face as his ridiculously long eyelashes swept across his high cheekbones when he blinked sultry-eyed at the waitress, who I now hated with a passion. I wished I could see his eye color, but he was facing me in profile. That was probably a good thing from the way I was panting at him like a dog in heat. My face flamed at the thought of this man hot and sweaty but still, I didn’t look away.
The waitress took his order and after serving him a Scotch on the rocks, she slipped a tiny bit of paper into his hand before she walked away, her ass swaying in her tiny denim shorts, while he watched. Urgh, lucky bitch, I thought as I imagined how he would fuck her later and for some reason, the thought bothered me—a lot.
Just as I tried to drag my eyes from the perfect specimen of a man, he turned and pinned me with sapphire blue eyes that seemed to freeze me to the spot. When he turned toward me he was even more beautiful than I had thought. My breath caught in my throat and the room seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of us as his gaze roamed my face before taking a leisurely wander over the rest of my body.
I felt every single place his eyes touched, my body flared with heat as if he had touched me, my nipples hardened, a pulse fluttered wildly in my neck. I should have been insulted or angry, but I couldn’t muster up the energy for any of that. All I could do was stand and stare as he undressed me with his eyes in front of hundreds of people.
His lips were full and lush, I longed to feel them against my body as he touched me. He had a strong almost arrogant poise about him. Never in my life had I had such a visceral reaction to a man. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was in fact only seconds, his eyes met mine and in them, I saw the feelings that held me captive mirrored in his.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him, and the knowledge sent a rush of power through me that no drug on earth could mimic. A cocky smile titled the corner of his lips and he brought his glass up in a silent salute. I felt a blush stain my cheeks and looked away finally breaking the spell. He might be the most gorgeous beast on earth, but his arrogant knowing look had been like a bucket of cold water to my libido.
Busying myself and trying to take my mind off the sexy arrogant stranger I nudged Cherry, who had managed to snare a barman while I got I eye fucked.
“Make mine a double.” She looked at me quizzically and I ignored her silent question. “We out to have fun or what?” I asked with a smile as Frankie slipped in behind me.
“Sweet baby Jesus I’m in love,” he exclaimed as we found a seat in a booth close to the dance floor.
We all turned to follow his gaze and seated on the other side of the dance floor was my mystery stranger. Now nursing another Scotch, his eyes were on me again. He looked at me with an intensity that burned me to my soul and made my long-forgotten pussy clench with need.
“Oh my God, Lexi, he’s looking at you and if I’m not mistaken he’s already imagining your panties in his teeth right now!” she said as she grabbed my arm in excitement.
“Cherry!” I said as I batted her arm away and sucked back a huge gulp of my drink, making my throat burn.
“Oh, girl, he is so undressing you right now. If he keeps going I’m going to need a cigarette. Seriously he is like a freaking Greek god.” Frankie fanned his face as he openly ogled the sexy stranger. He wasn’t wrong. This guy was the epitome of perfection, which made me wonder what was wrong with him. Nobody who looked like that was single and straight. Maybe he had a small penis? I thought, and a giggle bubbled in my throat.
“He probably bats for your team,” I snorted with a fake laugh. I really hoped he didn’t, which was stupid because after we left this bar I would never see him again. I mean, surely if he lived close I would know about it.
“Sweet cheeks, he is not on my team. If he was, I would be all over that hunk of meat. Believe me, I have been eyeballing him for ten minutes and he hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time.”
“Yeah, well, he can look all he wants. I’m off men for good!” I stated emphatically and took a long sip of my drink, coughing and spluttering when it went down the wrong way. Frankie slapped me on the back, making me cough more as tears ran down my face. Thank fuck for waterproof mascara.
I wiped the tears from my cheeks and took a deep breath, chancing a glance at the sexy arrogant stranger, hoping like hell that he had moved away and not seen me embarrass myself. He was gone, the seat empty. I felt a disappointment that I had no right to feel. It annoyed me to feel that way about someone I didn’t know. I glanced around frantically, my heart pounding quickly. Then I saw him lounging against the bar, his eyes on me, a knowing grin tipping the corner of his sexy mouth as if he had known I was looking for him.
I glared at him and his smile grew even bigger, tilting the beautiful lips into a full smile, that would melt hearts and send pulses racing. Not me though, no way, I was immune. Sure, I’d had a little moment at the bar, but fuck he was hot! I was not falling for that sexy face and that gorgeous hard body that I just knew was hiding under his white t-shirt and dark jeans.
Nope. I was staying away from anything with a penis. Penises were trouble. I turned back to listen to Frankie and Cherry who were discussing the virtues of the Hemsworth brothers. Now that was safe, talking about those gorgeous, unobtainable Aussies was safe. I felt an unsettling twist in the pit of my stomach, a feeling that screamed I didn’t want safe anymore, I wanted a life.
The next few hours were spent dancing, drinking, and giggling with people I loved while trying to catch the occasional glimpse of the sexy stranger that had piqued my interest and wouldn’t let go.
“I’m so drunk,” Cherry giggled as she walked off the dance floor a few hours later with a zig-zag stumble that sent her from one person to another. Frankie wasn’t fairing much better and the pair were getting some very annoyed looks as they bumped into people. One person let his feelings show and shoved Cherry hard, causing my hackles to rise.
“Back off douchbag,” I yelled at the twenty-something guy and his friends.
“Or else?” he questioned getting right up in my face.
“Just leave it, Lex,” Frankie said as he took my arm and tried to steer me away. I followed because fighting was not my thing, but neither was allowing people to abuse my friends.
“Yeah, do as you fag friend says,” he laughed, my temper snapped. I rounded on him, ready to give him a mouthful, when someone grabbed my arm and spun me, without thinking I raised my fist and swung, connecting with hard cheekbone.<
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Oh fuck, it was him. I’d just punched him in the face. He was rubbing his cheekbone and smiling at me but then he lifted his eyes to the boys behind me and his smile went cold.
“Leave now, and I’ll let you keep the use of your legs,” he stated. His tone must have implied that he could follow through because the boys, with full bravado, walked away muttering empty threats.
“I’m so sorry,” I muttered embarrassment crawling up my flaming cheeks. I wasn’t drunk at all, despite downing the first few drinks, but oh how I wished was now. My sense of responsibility had kicked in when I saw my friends getting smashed and I had switched to Sprite.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice was deep and smooth like I had known it would be.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I need to get her into a taxi,” I said pointing to Cherry who was practically passed out in a booth. Someone bumped me, I found myself plastered against him, my hands landed on his muscular chest to steady myself. They must have lingered because I felt his chuckle beneath my fingers.
“You sure you’re okay, Pretty Girl?”
I moved away and instantly missed the heat of his hard body. “Yeah, I’m great. I need to see to her.”
He nodded and moved so I could pass.
“Come on you,” I said as I swung an arm around Cherry guiding her toward the exit. “Time to get you home.” She started to protest, and I shushed her with a glare which made per poke her tongue at me.
“You are such a child,” I admonished her as Frankie, who had appeared behind me, laughed.
Walking awkwardly, I stumbled under her weight and would have tumbled through the door but for a muscled arm catching me by the waist and preventing it. I looked up quickly, about to thank my savior and came face to face with my sexy stranger again.
I looked at him as I felt the heat from his muscled forearm around my torso. Swallowing hard I forced out a weak smile and muttered, “Thanks.” He grinned as if he knew how he affected me and God damn it, it was the most disarming smile I had ever seen.
Up close he was more handsome than I’d thought. He was also more rugged, with tiny lines around his eyes, evidence that he laughed a lot and his sapphire blue eyes held me captive as I stared at him.
“Hey, it’s him!” Cherry stage-whispered, and I blushed from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.
“You okay getting her into a taxi?” he asked, and his voice was smooth and deep like a beautifully aged Scotch. Even better if I wasn’t mistaken, he had a Southern twang to his accent, subtle, but it was there.
Ignoring the way my heart was pounding I nodded, hoping like hell that he would leave so that I could get Cherry into a taxi before she embarrassed me anymore. Frankie seemed to have disappeared, which is kind of a blessing as he would have left me mortified with his big mouth. He seemed unsure and his eyes surveyed me before me let me go and he nodded. Walking back into the bar as I watched, he didn’t turn or glance back. I don’t know why I expected him to, but I felt an unjustified disappointment at it.
“Come on,” I said with a sigh as I walked Cherry to a taxi and shoved her in the back seat, looking at the driver I noticed it was Alfie. Alfie had been driving taxis in this town for as long as I could remember and knew everyone. I had no idea how old he was, just that he had seemed the same age since I was sixteen.
“Hey, Lexi,” he greeted with a wide smile.
“Hi, Alfie. Can you make sure Cherry gets home please?” I asked before I handed him the money to cover the fare, which he waved away. Cherry was now snoring softly in the back seat, her mouth open, head lolling to the side. She was going to have the hangover from hell when she woke up.
“Of course, I can, sweetheart,” he replied with a wink, his weathered face so familiar and kind that it made my heart pang sadly for times gone by. Alfie never judged or criticized, he just smiled kindly and offered a kind word.
“Thank you,” I said as I leaned back and slammed the door. I watched as the car drove away, the red tail lights winking until I couldn’t see them anymore. I had to go find Frankie and make sure he was okay. I stepped into the bar and scanned it looking for a blonde head.
Chapter Six
Lexi
“Looking for someone?” A deep and definitely southern voice said from beside me. A smile twitched at my lips as I turned to find him watching me from just inside the door. I decided to have some fun, so I approached slowly, taking my time to run my eyes all over him as he had done to me. Too bad it backfired wildly.
With every glance, my body became hotter. He was perfection. The smug grin on his gorgeous face made it even hotter. He had that bad boy rocker vibe that I loved as a teenager before I met Dean. Just the thought of my husband had me faltering and looking away.
I was a married woman in name anyway. I shouldn’t be doing this, flirting with a stranger. But he told you to, said the little voice in my head. I was about two feet from the man that had stirred up more emotion in me in one night than any man ever had, even Dean, I thought guiltily.
“Where’d you go?” he asked softly. I glanced up and he was in front of me having closed the gap between us. I could feel the heat from his body and smell the cologne he was wearing, it was crisp and clean with hints of spice and citrus that made my mouth water.
I stood looking at him like an idiot, his question unanswered as our eyes took in everything about each other. I shook my head and pulled myself together.
“I’m looking for my friend,” I said as I scanned the room again looking for Frankie, who I was going to kill for disappearing on me and was, therefore, to blame for my current predicament.
“I think he’s busy,” he said as he pointed to the dance floor where Frankie was kissing the face of a dark-haired guy. Typical, he was getting lucky and I was here trying to control my libido with the sexiest man in the world.
“Urgh,” I groaned and turned to the bar. I needed a drink. Squeezing through the crowd I made it and ordered a Tequila.
“Hold your horses, darlin’, I reckon you’re gonna be drunk as a skunk if you get on that,” a voice said from behind me. The barman paused, and I glared at him until he started pouring my drink.
“I do believe that I’m over twenty-one and not your daughter,” I replied in a sickly-sweet voice as he pushed in beside me and put his finger up to indicate he would have one too.
“Oh, I know you’re not my daughter darlin’,” he replied as his eyes dipped to my cleavage, before slowly meeting mine. The bartender placed the salt and lemon wedges in front of us and I quickly handed him a twenty, not wanting this guy to think he was buying me drinks and then expecting something back.
Shaking some salt onto my hand, I handed the salt shaker to the man beside me and watched as he did the same.
“On three!” I stated with a challenging look.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.” I licked the salt, downed the Tequila, and sucked the lemon, my eyes watering at the tartness. I shook my head and laughed, a feeling of exhilaration shot through me and made me feel young again. I looked sideways and he was doing the same and I felt a camaraderie with this man. Yes, he was sex on legs, but there was something else too.
Even with his good looks, there was a sadness about him that I hadn’t noticed before. He was hurting too, and it made me feel something I wasn’t expecting. A kinship, as if he understood what I was going through and just wanted some company. Two lost souls wanting human comfort.
“Same again?” he asked as he signaled the barman. I shook my head no.
“I’ll have Jack and Coke,” I answered.
“Two Jack and Coke’s,” he ordered.
“So, what’s your name Pretty Girl?” he asked, and I felt a hesitation to tell him seep through me. If I told him, it made all this real if I kept it anonymous then whatever happened wasn’t as real.
“Call me Blue,” I said, and an understanding flickered in his eyes at my words.
“If that’s what y
ou want,” he said carefully as if he was trying to figure me out.
“It is,” I murmured, and heat flooded my body at the way he was looking at me. It was as if he wanted to devour me, inch by inch. His face told the whole story, words were not necessary as we looked at each other.
“You can call me Mac. Let’s grab a seat.” He guided me to an empty both close to the bar and we sat opposite one another in comfortable silence for a second. “Tell me about yourself, Blue.”
I wasn’t sure what to do, I didn’t want to be me tonight I wanted to be old me fun me. I took a sip of my drink and looked at him. “How about we play a game. I ask ten questions and then you ask ten questions, we each answer with the first thing that pops into our heads.”
“Okay, sounds fun,” he said as he sat forward leaning into me, so his scent tickled my nose.
“Okay me first. Cats or Dogs?”
“Dogs.”
“Morning person or Night Owl?”
“Morning.”
“Dream job as a child.”
“Astronaut.”
“Favorite food?”
“Greek.”
“Favorite season?”
“Fall.”
“Favorite place?”
“Santorini.”
“Name something you are passionate about.”
“Family.”
“Favorite color?”
“Blue.”
I smirked at his grin. “How do you take your coffee?”
“Black and strong.”
“Name one good thing that happened to you today.”
“Got punched in the face by a sexy blue nymph.” He chuckled, and I blushed. He proceeded to ask me the same ten questions and some of my answers surprised me apart from the last one. He was definitely the best thing about tonight.
“Wow, that was fun. My answers surprised me actually but now I think about it I realize they are true.”
