The Killers Freedom

Chapter Five: Numb to this Man

I walked up to the Gala with confidence, telling them my alias for the night.

"Hello," I blinked my blue eyes at the young man standing in front of me, this was going to be way too easy seeing he's already undressing me with eyes, "my name is Iris."

Just as I knew he wouldn't check the paper for my name he leaned forward a little, getting a better look down my cleavage and smirked at me, "Iris, such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman as yourself. No Mr. accompanying you tonight?"

"No sir, I am actually meeting someone here tonight. Call it a first date if you would."

"Well, if things don't go good with the lucky guy you know where to find me. And trust me I look forward to seeing you again."

With that uncomfortable encounter out of the way I quickened my step to the inside of the Gala. Tonight is an event supporting the new and upcoming artists of the town. They host events like these on a monthly basis so people can get a feel for what to expect as the new trend.

As soon as I stepped foot inside the massive ballroom that was decorated with hundreds of pieces of artwork I began the search for my target. I have a way of blending in to these types of events while noticing every single detail around me. I start to make my way over to a painting and grab a glass of champagne along the way, nodding a thank you to the man serving the drinks, while still keeping my eyes scanning the room for any sign of Jaxson. I like to position myself at one end of whatever room I'm in, and since I already have the layout of this building burned to memory I know exactly where I need to be to get the best view of people entering or exiting.

I made my way to the back of the ballroom slowly analyzing every person who walked by me and making light conversation with a few of them pointing out pieces of artwork that "must simply be the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on." A few men staring at me for too long causing their dates to slap them lightly on the chest to gain their attention back or glaring at me as though I am forcing their men to look in my direction. And that's when I spotted him standing at the bar glancing my way as if I was a piece of meat out on display just for him. Time to make you feel like the luckiest man alive Jaxson. I thought to myself. My dear tonight is going smoother then I would have ever hoped for.

Making my way over to Jaxson I notice he has his blonde hair slicked back with way too much grease making it look oily and he has a blue two piece suit on with a white long sleeve shirt. I occasionally would meet his eyes and flash him a small smile, stopping every now and then to look at the art and give a wink over my shoulder. Keeping his attention solely focused on me I stopped to admire another painting and like clockwork I felt a hand touch the lower of my back. "Excuse me Miss. but I wasn't told we were going to be seeing living, breathing art at this exhibit today."

Gagg "Well today is your lucky day then isn't it?" I batted my eyes and looked up at him, "my name is Iris, it's a pleasure to meet such a handsome man as yourself."

"Your name is almost as beautiful as you," he takes the hand I had extended to him and placed a kiss on the top, "my name is Jaxson. I would love to buy you a drink if you would let me?"

I trained myself to blush many years ago so faking it came easy and believable. "What a charmer, I would love a drink."

"This way my lady," he has kept his hand on my lower back the entire time we've been talking I can practically feel his fingertips begging to crawl lower, the sexual tension radiates off of this man like heat from a fresh sunburn, and now he gently ushers us over to the seat he was just placed in, "I do apologize for staring all that time without properly introducing myself, but you seem to have taken my breath away from the moment you stepped foot in the door. I might add, I got a little jealous with the way the guy at the door was eyeing you up and down but when I saw you walk away with no date I knew I must at least get your name tonight," he turned his attention to the bartender, "one whisky neat and... What do you drink, beautiful?"