The day I met him, I knew that something was bound to happen. I had just started a job at the local toy store, working my way through college, he had been working there for a while when I started. He was typically like almost all my other boyfriends but there seemed to be something different about him, he was adorably cute but yet seemed dangerous at the same time. It's always funny how you know you've been in a store before but once you start working there you can't seem to remember ever shopping there. It's the same with people I guess, I knew I'd seen him somewhere before but I had never placed his face with this job.
I had mixed feelings about the job from the start, I hated retail but this store was a whole lot better than the one I had worked at before. I first only saw him in passing, we worked in different ends of the store. He was in charge of the video games and I worked in the creative toys section, management had thought it a good idea since I was going for an art degree in school, though I have no idea why they thought it would make a difference.
Our first official meeting came merely by accident. He was heading to the back to get stock and I was coming around the corner of my area only to run right into him. When he placed his hands out in front of himself he caught my arms to steady me and partly him. I felt twinges of heat go down my arms when he touched me, all I could do was stare into his deeply beautiful eyes. He smiled at me and asked if I was okay, I replied with a yes and prepared myself to just walk onward past him, but he simply stood there.
I looked at him fully, drinking in his image. Nervously I pushed my reddish hair behind my ears, his eyes followed my hands. Finally breaking the silence I introduced myself to him.
'Hi, I'm Hannah.' I extended my hand to him, he took it and held onto it, his fingers rubbing slightly on the inside of my wrist.
'I'm Nathan.' That was all he said, but its not like I was really paying attention.
His fingers caused shivers of lust to ride along the nerves of my fingers and hands. Fluttery lids enclosed my green eyes as I looked at him, his hand was still on mine. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he let my hand go, slightly blushing as if he hadn't meant to hold it so long.
I had been in the middle of doing something so I told him I would talk to him later, not really knowing if I actually meant it. As I walked away I could feel his eyes on me, watching the movement in my hips as I walked. I could feel myself grinning slightly as I first considered that this job might be dangerous.
After the first encounter with him I began to wonder more about him, but as I said we worked at different ends of the store and because of my school schedule I had odd shifts so I barely ever saw him and he was always either busy or talking to someone else. This way of life went on for a while. I would walk home at night wondering where he lived, if he was involved with anyone and imagining what it would be like to be with him. Some nights were filled with erotic dreams while others were just filled with images. I began to notice that I really was not acting like myself.
Since the move from home to go to college I had acted more reserved than I would have normally. I knew it had nothing to do with the move because I was always more comfortable in places I didn't know than the house I had lived in for fifteen years. But I did realize that if I had been at home this guy would have already been crawling on his knees to be a part of my life. Deep inside I knew that this would probably not happen, he wasn't like most guys I dated, and he was different. I would crawl for him if it came to that.
I didn't have a car so it was very lucky that I was in walking distance from work, school and a local bar. On my one night off a week, the one night I didn't work or go to school, I decided I would let myself loose. I wore my usual bar outfit of a tank top with a skirt and setting it off was my knee length boots, showing enough skin to catch interest but covering enough to grab intrigue. Almost all my inked oddities were visible and the strains of my nipples pierced with small hoops were ghost-like under my tank top. My hair was upswept and my ears glittered from the several piercing they held. Looking this way I knew that even if I couldn't get Nathan out of my head I would at least find someone to fantasize with.
Stepping into the intoxicating atmosphere of smoke, alcohol and sweat, I somehow felt more at home. Striding up to the bar I felt a pair of eyes on me, but dismissed them. Ordering my drink I went over to sit on an over-stuffed couch that sat near a far wall. Sitting down I propped my foot up on the edge of the couch, letting the fabric of my skirt slide up my thigh and letting my dragon free of his cage. I could feel eyes on me again a twinge of heat traveled up my leg as I imagined they were his, his dark eyes roaming my inner thigh. Nervously I tucked a piece of fallen hair behind my ear, letting the music filter through my skin.
