I watched him from across the room. Everything about him was just perfect. Perfect smile, perfect physique. Just too good to be true. I observed as he worked the crowd, smirking as he maneuvered through the group of women that had surrounded him. It had to be a pain to be that attractive. He finally broke free from the ravenous tendrils of available women. I watched as he slid into a seat at the bar, deciding that now was the time. Even though I hated to be a part of the drooling entourage of "desperate" single women, I couldn't resist. I just had to get close to him.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way over to the bar and slid into the seat next to him. He didn't even look my way, but that was okay. I'd get his attention. I waved the bartender over and ordered a dirty martini. I glanced over at him. He seemed to be lost in thought.
"I'm guessing you like what you see," he said with a small smirk on his face. The sound of his voice startled me. He had the kind of voice that made love to your soul. Deep and rumbling. That voice paired with those looks was enough to make a girl weak in the knees. Time to turn on the charm.
I smiled and said, " Don't flatter yourself."
His smirk turned into a full grin as he said, " Well you're a little feisty, aren't you?"
"You have no idea," I replied, winking at him.
This was going way better than I had expected. I just had to keep him interested.
"Can I buy your next drink?" he asked.
"I would love that," I replied.
I looked over at him and curiosity suddenly struck.
"I'm curious, you could have practically any woman that you want, but instead you're sitting over here at the bar. How come?"
He looked over at me and flashed that intoxicating smile.
"Well I'm at the bar with arguably the best looking woman in this place, so I'm not doing too bad," he replied.
I felt my cheeks get hot. I hadn't expected him to say that.
" Oh, you're quite the smooth talker huh?" I asked, trying to hide the fact that I was flattered.
" I don't have to smooth talk when I'm telling the truth," he said back.
I glanced over only to meet his intense gaze. I felt like a schoolgirl as I hurriedly looked away. I couldn't lose my wit now.
"Well you keep giving me all of these compliments, I just might start to believe you," I said flirtatiously.
So much for hiding the flattery. It was obvious that we were both very interested in each other, so there was no need to hide it. He reached over and grabbed my hand. "Let's dance." I allowed myself to be led to the dance floor. Basking in the glares from all the women who dreamed of being where I was right now.
I felt his hands wrap around my waist and had to fight to stay calm. I wonder if he could feel my heart pounding. It felt like it was about to bounce right out of my chest. At this moment I was so glad that I had decided to step out of my comfort zone. Slow dancing with this man felt like heaven, but then I realized I didn't even know his name.
"You know I've never danced with a guy without at least knowing his name." He leaned down to my ear and said, "Thomas, now what's your name?"
The feeling of his breath on my neck sent chills fluttering down my spine. "Serenity," I said trying to hide how breathless I was.
"Such a pretty name, to match such a pretty face."
"Well, there you are trying to sweet-talk me again," I said smiling.
He smiled back and asked, "Well is it working?"
I smiled at him and pressed my lips against his. Was it just my imagination or was he kissing me back? He pulled away leaving me hungry for more. The taste of him still lingered on my lips.
" How about we get out of here," he asked.
His lust was plastered all over his face, but if only he knew that my feelings matched his.
"Let me grab my things."
I held his hand, as I led him back to the bar. I could feel some of the women shooting daggers into my back. I smiled. Knowing that if any of them could trade places with me, they definitely would. I walked over and grabbed my things turning back toward him with my anticipation growing.
Holding hands we walked out together.
"I don't drive when I know I'm going to be drinking, so we'll have to take your car," he said with a sheepish grin.
"Good looking and responsible. I'm starting to like you," I said, taking my keys out of my purse.
"Do you have anywhere special in mind that you would like to go to?" I asked knowing that just going to his place would've been just fine. That kiss had ignited a fire that couldn't be extinguished. All I could think about his lips on mine, as the smell of his cologne pulled me into him. Yes, going back to his place would be just fine.
As if he was reading my mind he said, " Well I only stay a couple of blocks away from here we could go to my place."
That was exactly what I needed to hear. My lust had morphed into an aching desire. Besides the fact that his name was Thomas, and he was gorgeous I knew nothing else about this man. But none of that mattered, because I wanted him, and I had him. Right here in my car, going back to his place. I listened to the deep rumble in his voice as he gave me directions to his house.
"Turn into the driveway up on your left," he said.
I pulled into the driveway of a small white house. It had the aurora of a single man in his twenties.
"Welcome to mi casa," he said with that smile dancing on his face.
I offered a small laugh as we stepped out of the car. As I walked around the car he grabbed my hand leading me down the sidewalk. When we made it to the door he unlocked it and stepped aside letting me walk in first. The inside of his house looked exactly how I thought it would be. Everything oozed sex appeal. From the dark colors to the smell of his cologne wafting through the house. I heard the door close behind me. He walked behind me slowly taking off my coat.
"Would you like something to drink?" he whispered into my ear.
"Yes," I said breathlessly.
I followed him into the kitchen and sat down at his table. He pulled 2 beers out of the fridge and walked over taking the seat next to me. I opened the beer and took a sip.
"You have a nice home," I said.
"Thank you, it took me a while to perfect the man cave," he replied.
I laughed at the fact that he called his apartment "the man cave." He smiled at me and took a sip of his beer. He turned his chair toward mine and looked me in the eyes. There was no need to talk, the look in his eyes told me everything that I needed to know. I leaned forward, kissing him long and passionately. I may have been too scared to say what I was thinking, but I was determined to leave little room for doubt with this kiss. I guess he picked up on my cue because he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me closer.
"Oh Thomas," I gasped.