I met Mike at a new club called ‘Uninterested.’ It was a new place in the big city, geared towards the 21 to 30 crowds. I had been sitting at the bar for over an hour, dodging cheesy pick-up lines and refusing drink offers from guys that were less than acceptable by my standards. So I’m picky, sue me. As I was about to leave, he walked in.
I was glued to the way he walked, with a self-assured confidence that was not cocky, it just was… there. Narrowing my eyes at his hands, checking for a wedding ring, which is a nasty habit of mine, I saw none. I traced my eyes along the length of his body, sizing him up. When I got to his face, he was starring back at me. Not at all ashamed of my open display of interest, I just quirked a brow and turned away from him. Knowing that if this guy played as good as he looked, I’d be at the bar a while longer. Ordering another tequila sunrise, I sat back and let the games begin.
Another hour passed and I watched him dance with several women, and every time they got dangerously close to each other I felt small twinges of jealousy. I don’t know why, I didn’t know him -- I just wanted him. I caught him staring at me a few times with a ’come hither’ look in his eyes, but I was a master at playing hard-to-get. When another guy got the nerve to ask me to dance again I accepted, wanting him to see that two could play this game.
Situating myself close to the object of my fancy, I pulled the random guy I was dancing with close to me, our hips touching. The guy I was dancing with was a little taller than me and he wasn’t in my eye level, so I’m sure he noticed that I was staring behind him. But I didn’t care. Switching positions and turning my back to my dance partner, sensually grinding my ass against him. My black strapless dress riding up on my thighs with every movement.
I was so engrossed with my actions I hadn’t even noticed that I had closed my eyes, until I felt a finger lift my chin. Opening my eyes I was staring into the dark eyes of my beloved stranger. Leaving both of our dance partners out on the floor by themselves, he led me to the bar.
Still just watching him, he told the bartender, “Can I have two of whatever’s on tap?”
“Oh, I’m not a beer drinker.” I said nodding to the bartender as he fixed me another tequila sunrise