The Office Curve

Hips, Curves, and OMG (Edited)

As I slipped into the booth beside Gorgeous Blue Eyes, I felt my heart sink to the ground with a sickening "splat".  He may have admitted to me that he willingly called me over, but I still feel like I've signed my own death warrant.  Even as I offer him the best smile I can - a miniscule one at best - I begin to plan my revenge against Rachael, which involves a baseball bat, red paint, and John Denver songs.

"I'm sorry if I seem shaky," I began, sounding every bit the chickenshit that I was.  "It's just that I'm not usually approached by men in a club, especially ones that look like they model for GQ on the side."

He chuckled, even though I was dead serious.  "I didn't realize that you found me so attractive."

"Are you kidding me? You're are hot as..." Oh damn it, I walked right into that one.  "Well, what I mean to say is that women go crazy about a sharp-dressed man, as the old adage goes."

"She's gorgeous and she quotes ZZ Top.  This is getting my kind of night."  He smile grew even wider as he extending his hand.  "I'm Kaim.  It's nice to meet you, Miss..."

"Zara - Zara Mercier."  I know I didn't need to say my last name, but damn it, it's kind of second nature.  And another thing - it's one thing to be sexy, but to have a sexy name too?  It's too much! "It's nice to meet you, too."

"I hope I'm not intruding on you night out with your friend."  He continued to look at me with that amorous stare, and I continued to worry about a possible puddle gather at my feet.  "It's just that I noticed you when you and your friend came to the bar, and I just had to talk to you.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is -  even if it's is just before you tell me to get lost and storm off in the opposite direction."

Don't tempt me, buddy.  "Funny, I was just about to say the same thing about you."

"I don't think you have to worry about that."  He gave me one of those seductive "I want you so bad" looks that drop panties faster than urine tests at the hospital.  Damn, he's hot-as-fuck!  "It think it's safe to say that I'm your captured audience."

"But you hardly know me!"

"You could remedy that quite easily," he replied, tipping his dark drink toward me.  "That is, if you're game."

I couldn't help but smile, despite my suspicion.  He definitely had game, I'll give him that much, and he actually seem interested in at least talking to me.  And if there's anything that I've learned in my few but tragic relationships, it's that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth. 

Kaim was the dream gift that not even Santa could put under my tree.

"I suppose I can spare a bit of my time," I said playfully, finally able to crack a real smile.  "You did buy me a drink after all, and you are very easy on the eyes.  Why, if you played you cards right, I could stare at you all night."

He looked like the cat who caught the canary.  "That's what I'm hoping for, and maybe even a little more."

Jesus.

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One drink turned into two.

Idle chatter turned into deep, intriguing conversation.

Suspicion with the help alcohol and his blue eyes gave away to full-blown interest with a side of touchy flirtatiousness.

Kaim was good company and definitely knew how to play the game.  The minute we started talking about everything and nothing, I was caught up, hook, line, and sinker.  He definitely how to make a girl feel special.  I never felt like I had to compete with all the other supermodels in their slinky dresses styled to the nines.