"What the hell were you thinking, Theresa?" I mumbled to myself for the 1,362nd time, as I got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around myself and then one around my hair. This was an idea tossed out on a whim and was only going to be horrible. But the smile on both of our faces was amazing when I asked. Maybe it was the thought of letting go or maybe the thought of hanging out more, wasn't sure. But it was something we both needed, and okay, wanted, not that it was bad!
I mean, Howie was a good looking, Latin main; seeing those hips move would be nice, right? I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned. "Still a bad idea Theresa," I muttered. I dried my hair and then sighed, looking at myself in the mirror. What should I fucking wear was the next big question. I started flinging outfits out of my closet and grinned when I found the right one.
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I let out a breath as I stepped off the elevator and made my way over to the dance club, my heels clicking on the tile as I walked. I pushed my hair back behind my ear, smiling as Howie's jaw dropped slightly, not sure if I was surprised to see him standing a ways outside the club or not.
"What, do I look that bad?" I asked, joking slightly. I slowly turned around, the black dress crossing in an 'x' in the back, exposing a lot of my tattoos and stopping about mid thigh. It was shorter thanks to the gold four inch heels my friends all tossed at me on my shopping trip.
"Bad my ass. Honey, that dress hugs every curve, on the top and on the bottom." I tilted my head to the side; the gold dangling earring resting on my bare shoulder, for the dress only had one shoulder strap.
"Is that a subtle way to say you were checking out my ass and boobs…again?"
"Hey," he said, holding up his hand, "I'm a man, you are a gorgeous woman, and it's going to happen." I blushed and noticed the single rose in his hand.
"What's that?" I lifted a brow as he blushed slightly.
"A gentleman always brings flowers, right?" He held out the rose me and I gushed. That may have been the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me.
"Thank you." I looked him over as I smelled the rose, still feeling the slight heat on my cheeks and admired the gray slacks and dark green button down shirt he was wearning. "I don't think I'm the only one looking good here." I stepped up and gave him a hug, groaning to myself as I breathed in his cologne; fucking Cool Water. Well, I was done in for the night; that scent always being a weakness for me.
"Thank you. Are you ready to get your dance on?"
"Oh, I am. Are you?"
"I'm Latin, I'm always ready." He held his arm out and I took it as we walked into the club. I closed my eyes for a moment as the bass shot through me, pulsing hot and deep. Okay, I lied; this was a great idea, a really fucking great idea.
30 minutes later, and three drinks in along with 2 shots, he pulled me up from the seat and out on the dance floor.
"This is what you asked for, right?" he asked with a pointed look and a smirk. I nodded and glanced around as we made our way to the floor; for tonight I was the envy of every female. Every last one was looking at him when we walked in and every last one had kept on staring throughout the night. Talk about an intoxicating feeling, wow! And he wasn't even mine. He led us to the middle of the dance floor and placed his hands lightly on my waist as he started to move.
"You know, you are every women's eye candy in here right?" I had to ask him, surprised to see he didn't care about it.
"Wouldn't know, all I see are the men staring at you." I quickly glanced around and did notice one or two that kept looking our way.
"Huh, well that's a first."
"To have people staring?"
"Yeah," I answered with a slight shrug.
"You aren't alone." I laughed and moved my hands from his shoulders to wrap around his neck, the drinks flowing freely though me and the cares slowly escaping away.
"But you are a good looking man who cleans up nicely; I can't even imagine you all dressed up for some award show, dressed up to the tens."
"Thank you. But I'm not really all that. The few shows I have attended, I was outdone by everyone." I let my fingers play with the hair on the back of his neck.
"I've always felt that way too. Like no reason for me to be in the spotlight. I have always paled in comparison to all the main stars, I felt."
"Would I be able to find some pictures of you on Getty Images or something?" I tilted my head as I swayed with him.
"No, I went as a guest; even a plus one, but I never had my photo takin' or anything." I slowed down as the song tempo changed to a much slower and seductive one. I licked my lips as I looked at him, his eyes burning so bright and intense, causing a flame to start to build up inside of me, which was helped along by the intenseness of the song. I slid my fingers into his hair, raking my nails through it and pulled him gently closer. His hands clutched tighter on my hips as his head descended and without a care in the world, our lips touched, first the briefest of touches and then again and again and finally crashed upon each other. And the flame that had started earlier became a full fledge inferno!