Lindsay made her way to the bar, not bothering to glance at the familiar faces from her past.
Screw them. Screw him.
She wasn't sure why she even came to this damn thing. She had nothing to show for the past ten years. It had been nothing but heartache and empty wallets for her. She ordered a dirty martini and sat down at a stool, eyeing them.
They were doctors and lawyers and housewives with fancy cars. And she was nothing; crappy job, no ring, not even a boyfriend to show off.
Screw him.
Lindsay gulped down the martini, not even bothering to taste, and ordered another. At least the drinks were free. She stood up and straightened her dress. She had to admit, she looked better than most of her fellow alumni. She had worked hard at keeping her hourglass figure firm in all the right places. Her long dark hair was sleek and shiny, and her face was still youthful. She noticed some of them glancing at her. The men that never noticed her in high school were now pushing their wives aside, for a gander.
Lindsay smiled, glad she had picked this dress. The tight black fabric was sexy without being revealing. It hugged her large breasts and emphasized her narrow waist. She had picked it to get Jeremy's attention. His mind had been so focused on work these days that he had barely touched her, and she knew he wouldn't have been able to resist her in this dress. But, he couldn't come. He had to go away to some stupid game with the boys, and couldn't even bother to be with her at her high school reunion.
Fuck him. Some boyfriend he was.
Lindsay crossed her legs and glanced at her red stilettos. Jeremy would have loved these shoes. She took a sip of her martini, this time savoring the warmth of the liquor as it flowed down her throat and hit her belly in a delicious way. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling. A warm breath hit her neck and for a moment she thought it was a dream, but then the voice came.
"Hello, Lindsay. You are looking ravishing this evening."
Lindsay swung her stool around, brushing her heels against the legs of the culprit. Her gray eyes locked on to the deep blue of his. She instantly was taken back to her senior year history class.
Andrew McDaniels.
Oh how she had wanted him. She had often fantasized about him becoming her first, their sweaty young love pounding away in the gym closet. Even in the years after graduation she had fantasized about him. And here he was, handsome as ever, smiling seductively with his dark blue eyes.
"Andrew, wow, you look great. Where's your wife?" Lindsay cringed, awaiting the response. She was sure he would be married and his woman would be in the restroom or something of equivalent annoyance.