His (Book 1) {Currently EDITING}

Two *Edited*

After having a few too many sodas, I decided to go to the bathroom.  I was coming out when I felt like I ran into a brick wall. My head bounced off of a chest and I stumbled, but a strong hand darted out and steadied me. I muttered a quick apology without looking at the stranger in front of me.

"It's quite alright. But I would like it if you'd look at me when apologizing to me." A pleasant voice said.

He said it with so much authority, yet with teasing under tones. It got me to look at him and catch his smoldering sea foam green eyed stare. I didn't know where my voice disappeared to, but this beautiful stranger might have had something to do with that. He had black hair, spiked into a tasteful style. He had stubble, which gave him a sophisticated, yet sexy look. 

His demeanor oozed authority and demanded respect, he just had that air about him. God, he was just so nice to look at. I had to stop looking at him, because I was sure that I was drooling. I had been quiet for too long, and he leaned down, lips close to my ear.

"Cat got your tongue?" He murmured, sending a delicious chill through me

"No Sir." I squeaked out

Sir? Where did that come from? it's like I felt an immense need to address this man accordingly.

Damn it, only two minutes of a stranger talking to me and I was wetting my panties. I was such a dork. 

 He leaned back and stared at me, taking me in, probably secretly judging me and thinking, "Why is a girl like you in this club? Seriously, you're too corny to be here, and your dress is not up to par."

But he said nothing, just crossed his arms over his chest and stared at me, in what looked like amusement?

"What?" I asked, confused

"Still waiting." He smirked

"Oh. I apologize for bumping into you." I said shyly, averting my eyes from his gaze

My panties were flooded, and I could not wait to get home to staunch the flow. Yet he still stared at me.

"What? There something on my face?" I asked self-consciously.

He chuckled.

"No, nothing on that beautiful face of yours." He smiled

I blushed deeper and felt my face take heat. He started walking towards me and I backed up a step, into the wall behind me. His body trapped me there, though it didn't touch mine. I was panting now, in nervousness and something else far more carnal than that.

"You forgot the sir." He teased

It occurred to me that he was probably joking.

I felt like those eyes could melt me, and much more than they were doing now.

"I apologize for bumping into you." I said

He stepped back with a pleased and yet another amused look.

"Apology accepted." He smiled

He turned on his heels and walked back into the club. I went back into the bathroom and threw cold water on my face. I had never been this hot and bothered in a long time. But I wasn't complaining, I'd never met a guy that could get me on fire like that, and he hadn't even touched me. What sorcery was this?

After getting myself together, I walked back out and sat down, legs wobbly and a fire burning in my very core. My friends came back then and I tried looking normal so they wouldn't notice how flustered I had become.

"Hey guys, how was dancing?" I asked them

"Great. Girl you need to be out there with us."

"I would but I'm feeling a little queasy." I lied