She stood at the bar, both hands wrapped around her vodka soda. She wasn't waiting for anyone, just wanted a change of scene, a place where there were no familiar sounds or smells. She stared at her glass watching the bubbles drift through her drink.
He stepped up behind her, one large hand press to the bar next to her hand. She felt him directly behind her. Not touching but so close she could feel the warmth from him. He ordered some local IPA she didn't bother trying to remember, she was so focused on his presence. She traced his fingers with her eyes; tan, long fingers. His left hand pressed on the bar on the other side of her, boxing her in. She shivered.
Slight tremble in her hand she brought her drink to her mouth and took a long swallow. The cold liquid coating her suddenly very, very dry throat. He brought his face close to hers, his warm breath caressing her ear.
"Let's have a private conversation. I think we'll have a lot to say to each other."
She didn't even know what he looked like. She only knew that she liked his hands and the peppermint on his breath and the way his deep voice made goosebumps scatter on her skin. She nodded and slipped off the stool she sat in.
He stayed behind her, his hand on the small of her back pressing her towards the function rooms on the other side of the bar. He guided her into a decorated room and closed the door behind them.
He turned her and pressed her against the wall. She had the briefest impression of broad shoulders and brown eyes and then his mouth was on hers. His lips firm against hers, tongue lightly coaxing, urging her mouth open. She gasped at the wave of desire and his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned around his tongue, her own moving against his, urging him for more contact.
