I stop and almost laugh out loud….Ohhhh I really need to make this my last
“Hi” is all he says back to the girl …. “Yeah Byyyyyeee” I say under my breath as he joins me at the bar. We get our drinks and head over to a space by the edge of the dance floor, I put my drink on the table and he leans against the wall, sipping his, he crosses one long leg over the other, I feel so self-conscious, aware of every move I make, his eyes are the most intense blue and he hasn’t taken them off me. His tongue flicks out and licks his top lip. I close my eyes for a second too long to be claimed as a blink as I think about where I would like those lips to go. Was that his intention? Did he do that on purpose? Shit, I’ve got no chance.
“So, you come here often?”
I raise my eyebrows and look at him.
“Really, that’s the best you can do?”
He runs his hand through his hair and laughs, looking around self-consciously, what? Is he actually looking around for another conquest as he talks to me? Another little bimbette, or would she be a Gabette, what am I doing? I’m so out of my depth, I need to get out of here.
“Sorry, that was poor, I’m sorry, I’m really shit at this”
“Oh I doubt that” And yes, I did mean that to sound sarcastic. He tilts his head to one side and unleashes a full on smile, that’s what it is, it is not just his smile or his eyes, it’s a combination of the two, he smiles with his eyes as much as he does with that beautiful mouth. I raise my chin and swallow, hard, fuck me but he’s hot.
“What? Do you doubt that I’m not very good at hitting on women?” Is he mocking me, I bite down on the inside of my bottom lip as I try to think of an answer, I shrug and reply,
“I do doubt that, I very much doubt that, in the short while since we have been introduced you have had more than one woman obviously trying to throw herself at you”
“This is true but that doesn’t make me any good at conversation, if you want me to take you outside and fuck you, that’s easy, no worries, let’s go, that, I am very good at, what I’m not so good at though is standing and talking, holding a conversation that goes beyond…get your knickers off… but give me a break, I’m trying here”
Was he actually giving me a choice? Was he actually asking me if I want to go outside, for a fuck? I might just have said yes to the fuck, just the thought of it has set my skin on fire again and has caused that familiar sensation stirring between my legs and I shift my position, just slightly but enough to make my jeans rub me. I don’t quite know what to say. I knock back the rest of my drink and without even asking; he heads to the bar and gets us another. He puts his down on the table next to us when he returns and then passes mine to me, as he does he puts his hand on the middle of my back and just that slight touch is setting my skin on fire again, I turn and look at him, his hand feels red hot on my skin through the chiffon of my blouse but I am head to toe goose bumps, I have no bra on and my nipples instantly become erect, I am so turned on by his touch, I actually feel light headed. His eyes look all over my face, did he feel that too or did he just know that would be my reaction? He leans in and I think I might faint as I panic that he’s going to kiss me,
“So talk to me, tell me about yourself Lauren, is that a hint of an English accent I hear?”
I can smell him, he smells clean, sexy, citrus, musk, man, young, hot, sexy man and I really want him, on me, in me, over me, any way I can get him, I want him. I am stunned, just a few words, two drinks, or is it three and one touch and I am quite prepared to become an adulteress…something I have never been. Speak Lauren, engage your brain for Christ sake, open your mouth, form words and converse with the man, before he thinks you’re a complete idiot….England, yes England, I know about that place, I can talk about that…So I use that as the ice breaker, He has mentioned England and he will probably soon be wishing that he hadn’t, it’s one of my favourite subjects.
I tell him about growing up in London, about moving to Australia and my trips back over to visit, he actually listens intently and asks me lots of questions, I’m impressed with his knowledge on all things English, he has even heard of Essex Girls, thanks to a certain program shown on cable in Aus, he even asks if I have been Vajazzled, of course I tell him yes!
Then it’s my turn to ask the questions, he is not quite so forthcoming and doesn’t give too much away.
“So Jo tells me you run a construction business, is that right?”
“Yeah, I run it with my brothers. Keeps us busy and pays the bills”