For the third time this week I make my way into the sparsely populated bar. I find a place to sit. A bit to my left is a man who looks like he has been here since noon.
I scan the room searching for a familiar face but it's just a sea of strangers. The dim lighting makes everyone look like they are hiding secrets. I doubt I would even recognize anyone from a distance in this atmosphere.
I turned to the bartender and order my usual whiskey then go back to scanning the place.
"Coming up"
The unfamiliar voice makes me turn my head.He had an almost imperceptable soft french undertone.
To say he was the most handsome person I had ever set my eyes on was an understatement. And I look at myself everyday in the mirror. He was tall, a bit shorter than me though , with a slender figure and slim sculptured hands. He had a mass of curly dark brown hair that gave him a boyish charm and his coller bone peeking out of the shirt made my throat dry.
I happened to meet his eyes and he smiled slightly at me. I cleared my throat in slight embarrassment.
"You--- Are you even legal? "
He laughed, his mellow voice wrapping around me like a rich, velvety chocolate, smooth and decadent leaving a lasting impression on my senses. He seemed all too amused. His eyes crinked at the corner as his laughter reduced to a gentle knowing smile, like the quiet satisfaction of a shared secret.
"Well, I'm not a minor. I'm twenty- five. You look like you should be younger than me"
He said, while handing me my glass.
I couldn't fault that. He was right. I am only twenty -two.
"You are new here"
This was a statement. With the amount of times I have come here over the past few years, I know all the bartenders and he isn't one of them.
"Helping a friend"
He walked over to someone else and took their order. My eyes couldn't help but stay on him as I watched him skillfully mix the cocktail and hand it to the blushing lady with a smile.
I tried to quell the flutter of insecurity that arose as I watched him being so carefree and captivating with another person, his attention focused solely on her.
I chided myself for being so foolishly possessive. We had only just met. How could I expect him to reserve his smiles and charms for me alone, like a promise of more to come?
I felt someone sit right beside and became some what annoyed. It's not like there is no where else to sit. But I maintained my sense of proprietary and ignored them. But I was destined not to have peace.
"Jilly, why are you here by yourself? You keep making me worried"
There was only one person who would call my name in such a disgusting way.
"Emily I have told you countless time not to call me that. It's annoying!"
She pouted her lips and tears filled her eyes
"What should I call you then?"
"Maybe Jillian. Like a normal person. I would quite appreciate It"
She said nothing else and called for the bartender. She ordered a mojito and a mimosa.
I felt the urge to explain myself as his eyes moved back and forth between us quietly but he walked off to get our drinks with his trade mark smile still on his face before I could say anything.
He brought us two drinks and turned to leave. If I had been paying attention, I would have noticed that Emily's hands were trembling slightly, but I wasn't. She pushed a glass to me and I picked it up absent mindedly. The first sip, a perfect balance of sweet and tangy as the rum, lime juice and mint held together in harmony.He makes a really good mojito I thought, as my eyes followed him like a devout believer, as if under a spell.
I lost count of how much I had drunk at this point when I began to feel dizzy and a bit warm. I couldn't be drunk,With how much wine and alcohol I had been filled up with since childhood, I have developed a high alcohol tolerance, so what is going on? The rising heat in my body and tightening of my crotch answered my mental question.
I turned to Emily and she looked at me with nervousness and anxiety. She could just as well have had I did something wrong written on her head.
"Jilly--- Jillian are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Yea. I feel a bit uncomfortable"
"Should I book a room? J- Just so you can rest"
I gave her a puzzled look
"Why would I need to book a room? I just need to use the facilities."
Her face turned red with embarrassment
"Oh- oh you, go ahead then."
I gritmy teeth to keep myself from showing any abnormal reactions as I went upstairs to my room to handle this problem. I caught sight of a slim figure and the hardly suppressed lust surged forth again.
I leaned on the wall and held my head groaning while I was at it. I undoubtedly look like the epitome of pain and suppression right now. And this is exactly the effect I am going for.
Someone walked up to me and bent down to look at me.
"Are you okay?"
I opened my eyes and bit my lips looking at the handsome face enlarged in front of my carrying a hint of worry. I start to feel slightly guilty about my deception but the fire in my abdomen reminded my of my current situation.
"Help me. Please?"
His eyes went down and stayed a beat or two on my crotch.
"Drugged?"
"Yes "
"Where is your girlfriend?"
"Not my girlfriend. Please help me. I'll pay you "
His hand that were about to pull me up paused and he frowned. I cursed myself s hundred times over in my heart and groaned again. He sighed in resignation.
"That won't be necessary. Come on. I will take you to my room"
A small smile of victory flashed in my eyes and I went back to my pitiful act.