Hi everyone! So this is my second story which I wrote with a little help from my Italian stallion. I'm open for any criticism or ideas you have for me, so give me an email and I'll try to get back to you asap.
Also if anyone is interested in editing some stories of mine let me know.
Enjoy.
LWG
A man enters the hotel bar. He's tall, dark, handsome guy, smartly dressed too. He's in a suit, his tie slightly loosened walks.
The room is dimly lit, almost as if it has candles in each corner. Practically empty, just a girl at the bar and a bartender polishing glasses, the tag says his name is Tim. The music is soft and seductive, and as he enters he turns to face the girl.
He stares at her smooth tanned back and the black material flowing over her legs like a sheet, as he walks towards the bar.
He doesn't walk up to her, just sits down on a bar stool and asks the guy for a pint, lager.
She sits staring at her drink. Slowly stirring it with her straw. Completely lost in her thoughts, she only glances at him as his glass is put down on the bar by the bartender.
He notices her sweeping glance reflected by the mirror at the back of the bar. Playing it calm, cool, mysterious, he looks deep into his glass, his hair sweeping forwards obscuring her sight of his large, brown eyes. He smiles to himself, lifts a beer mat off the bar, takes a pen from his jacket pocket and starts writing.
She tries not to stare as he leans forward his dark hair covers his face so she uses this opportunity to look at the rest of him.
She thinks his dark suit fits well to his body and she likes how his tie is loosened. He looks relaxed, at ease, confident with himself.
She glances up and he looks directly into his eyes. She can do nothing but stare.
He puts the lid back on his pen, finishes his drink and walks towards her, sliding the beer mat down towards her. He smiles then leaves.
She looks at his back as he leaves then looks at what he wrote on the mat.
