He stood there impaled by her direct stare from across the crowded bar. She had caught him looking and somehow she seemed to hold his gaze with hers. It was almost as though he couldn’t voluntarily look away, she was looking into his soul, seeing things he wasn’t ready to share with anyone. He tore his gaze away and stared blindly into his whiskey glass for a moment before abruptly tossing back its contents. He deliberately turned his back on the crowded room and leaned on the bar waiting for the barman to refill his empty glass.
He had noticed her before, it was difficult not to, she was beautiful. Petite, with smooth ebony skin, and snarls of long thick dreadlocks down her back. She had the tiny waist and pert breasts of a twenty-something-year-old but he knew she was a grown woman. Idly He wondered if her dreads were real or whether they were faux locks. Whatever they were, he liked the way she gathered some on top of her head in a messy knot. He wanted to undo it and let it frame her face, fall down her back… It was a heady feeling when a beautiful woman returned your stare with such obvious interest but time had taught him the art of the chase. It’s always best not to follow up quite so soon.
It was his favorite scotch but suddenly he wasn’t in the mood for drinking alone
The barman set a drink in front of him, interrupting his thoughts. He reached for the glass and cradled it between both palms, staring down into the depths of the amber liquid. It was his favorite scotch but suddenly he wasn’t in the mood for drinking alone. He reached for his wallet and pushed a few bills to the bartender.
Stepping away from the bar, he worked his way through the crowd towards the exit. Just as he was about to push through the swing doors, someone grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks. He glanced over his shoulder and was surprised to see that she had followed him to the door. She was prettier this close, her eyes were a light brown and she smelled good! He played it cool. “Yes?” he said raising his eyebrows enquiringly.
‘Leaving so soon?’ her voice was unexpectedly throaty, ‘Yes, actually I am’ he responded. She hesitated, obviously waiting for him to say something else. He had no idea where this was going but he pushed the door open. ‘After you?’, she nodded and quickly walked out the door and immediately turned to face him. He stopped abruptly to avoid walking into her. “Where to?” she asked and without thinking, he said impulsively ‘wherever you like’. She laughed, it was a genuine laugh as though he had said something very amusing.
The ridiculously high heels displayed her shapely legs to perfection
‘Be careful! I may want to go places guys like you don’t go.’ He looked her over from his superior height without responding. Her teeth gleamed white against the deep red of her lipstick, if she was wearing any other makeup he couldn’t tell. The fabric of the short red dress she wore clung in all the right places, she wasn’t wearing a bra and didn’t need one. Ridiculously high heels displayed her shapely legs to perfection. Except for a tiny purse dangling from one wrist, she didn’t seem to need any other adornment. She was sexy as hell and obviously very aware of it! he smiled reluctantly, he just couldn’t help it. He was trying to play it cool but this woman was making it very difficult to channel his inner Morris Chestnut.
“What do you know about guys like me?” he asked. ‘Oh, I know more than you think!’ she said ‘what’s your name?’ ‘I’m René’ he said ‘what’s yours?’, ‘Trisha’ she said in that throaty voice. “I’m driving the black Honda over there, follow me’ she said unlocking the car as she walked away. He stood there for a moment enjoying the view as she walked over to the car. It occurred to him that she had no doubt that he would follow. As she drove off, he trotted over to his SUV and quickly turned onto the highway to follow her disappearing taillights.
To be continued….
