Reality of my Desire

Prologue

That smile.

The one that is currently illuminating the whole bar as she pours a new drink for one of the punters. The one that has me staring in her direction like a lovestruck fool. The one that has made me want to know the woman behind the bar a whole lot more than her asking what drink I'd like. Her smile is what caught my attention the second I set foot in this busy beach bar, the perfection of her teeth, the small dimple on her cheek and not forgetting those luscious plump pink lips. Those very lips tempting me in to steal a kiss, a kiss I can not have...yet.

“Same again?” The strong Australian accent snaps me from my wayward thoughts.

“Please.” She smiles at me once again as she pours more scotch into the tumbler resting in my palm. I give her a slight nod of my head to show my thanks before she turns to serve another thirsty customer. Sipping slowly on my drink I can't help but watch her every movement in amazement, every minor thing such as tucking her long golden blonde hair behind her ear and the way she giggles to a joke she has been told by a regular. Things most people would disregard but to me they are the most perfect actions because they are coming from her.

“Kots!” The yell from the bar entrance causes me to turn slightly to observe the obnoxious person who has interrupted a calm atmosphere. Standing there in the doorway is a shirtless man wearing swimming trunks hung a little too low on his hips. I will not lie, he is a good-looking lad and I am sure he has women flanking behind him; I'd never say that out loud though. “Ready to go baby doll?”

“First, don't call me that. Second I just gotta clock out.” With the sound of that familiar voice my attention is back to the bar, more importantly the blonde Goddess behind it.

As she stretches to reach for her worn out leather shoulder bag her t-shirt rides up just a fraction showing off her slightly toned stomach and tanned skin. Once the bag is off the rusty hook nailed into the wall, she slings it over her head resting it neatly against her side then scribbles in a little black book by the cash register.

“See ya, you hoon's” She waves at the people in the bar with an angelic laugh as a chorus of 'see ya's' are heard. “Alright Max, lets go!” Then with that she was gone from my sight, leaving me to down the remainder of my drink.

As the amber liquid burns down my throat a new bartender takes place behind the bar, a man in his early forties with greying hair. Signalling him over; after he has dealt with many orders that were bellowed out to him, I order another scotch on the rocks, making it a double this time around. Never taking my eyes off of the man as he pours my drink I try to think of a subtle way to bring up the woman who just left but as if sensing my thoughts he does the hard job for me.

“Crap.” He curses as his attention is caught by something under the counter. “Dakota you silly girl, this is the third time you've left your script here!” Pulling out a bulk of paper's from where he was staring I notice small doodles around the printed words. “Karl you bludger, get off your ass and run after Dakota.”

I shift in my seat to look at the rather comatose man practically laying on the bar counter, his head in his own drool. He isn't running anywhere any time soon, anyone can see that.

“I'll go.” I offer my services. “Where will I find this girl?”

I watch as his eyes light up, obviously happy that someone will get this girl's paper to her and today, unlike the drunk man next to me.

“Ace cobber! She'll be just down the street, hold on I'll write the address down for ya.” I stand from my stool, straightening out my suit as he writes down what I need to know. I go to grab the paper as he hands it out to me only to have my wrist grabbed in his vice grip. “Don't be a fool, you get this script to that young sheila or you will regret it. Us Aussie's watch out for each other.”

He releases his grip and turns away as if nothing had happened with a perfect smile on his face. I shrug it off and clutching the piece of paper walk out of the bar to my BMW Z4 Roadster parked outside. Climbing in I glance at the address and put the car into gear, then I am off.

He wasn't lying about it only being down the street, I could of easily walked to the address and not broken a sweat; which is saying a lot for wearing a suit in this heat. I climb out of my car and look up at the small home in front of me, small being an overstatement as this place looked no bigger than a shed.

I stride up the drive, pressing the button to lock my car along the way with the script in hand. Before my arm can be lifted to knock on the chipped wooden door it is flung open and I am met with the same golden hair that had stunned me not 10 minutes ago.

“You left your script back at the beach bar.” I state while holding up the bundle of papers so they are in her view. A broad smile is instantly on her face as she reaches out and takes the papers from me crushing them into her chest.

“I was just looking for these! Thank you so much!”

I can't do anything else but smile down at her, a real genuine smile. A rare action for me.

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TA-DA!!! NEW STORY! o;

So before I say anything....Australian Slang translator!!

Hoon's : Hooligan's

Bludger : Lazy Person, Layabout, Somebody who always relies on other people to do things or lend him things

Ace : Excellent, Very Good

Cobber : Friend

Sheila : Female

So yeah! Not a story about Vampires, werewolves or any supernatural/paranormal beings! This is gonna be very romance related with some comedy thrown in...also it is an R-Rated story so please don't read this if you shouldn't be reading it! Here is the prologue in the male character's POV but the remainder of the story is going to be in the Female character's POV!

Hope you enjoy this story! Cause I am already loving writing it!

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