Gianni and Me

Chapter Eight

I dreamt of Liam last night. It was a memory of our meeting in the club. I close my eyes and go over it again. 

The lights are flashing blue and purple as my work colleagues lead me through the medium sized club. The DJ is currently playing a remix of Rihanna's song Skin. It's very... sensual. People are dancing in all different forms in the middle of the room, others drink and talk at the bar, all in all, this place looks like a nice wind down after a long day of work. 

"You want anything to drink?" Serena, a trainee, yells into my ear. I scan the crowd again and decide I should tone down my discomfort with some alcohol. 

"A rum and coke, please." I shout back. I've never tried a rum and coke before, but I guess it's a good night for new things. I did just move here, maybe I'll meet some cool people too. 

She leaves me with my two other work friends, Lillian and Carrie, who are already taking a Jell-O shot. 

The music is already giving me a headache and the smell of human is grossing me out. Maybe I should just call an Uber. I'm sure the girls won't mind... This isn't really my scene anyway. 

Serena comes back with my drink and I take a sip. I have to purse my lips to keep from throwing it up. Damn it. That's so disappointing. I hate it. 

Just as I'm about to excuse myself to use the restroom- not that I have to, but maybe it'll be quieter in there, I feel someone... watching me. 

I've never been one to tell when people are watching me, but this gaze... it's different. More intense. 

I look around the room, searching for a face I won't recognize but maybe will be able to spot easily one I see them. Unless I'm just being paranoid. Why would someone stare at me? I think of my outfit- a black, form fitted- which I debated on since I'm on the curvier side- thigh length dress, with a short v. My curled hair is up in a pony. My makeup is natural. Nothing too crazy, just some bronzer and mascara. 

My thoughts are interrupted when it happens. The eyes mine snag on. Dark, almond shaped, thick eyelashes... intense. A shiver snakes down my spine when his full lips quirk up in a half smirk. 

I awkwardly wave, which sends regret right to my gut, because that's so not what a sexy person would do. 

He grins and straightens up, eyeing me up and down. I think my feet go numb. My knees tingle- is that normal? I've never experienced that with Evan. But they do. They're tingling. Right now. 

He walks towards me, nudging through the crowd, but only slightly, since they part for him. I start to get a little jittery as he moves closer. 

I feel elbows nudging me: Lillian and Carrie. 

"Is hot guy coming to us?" Lillian asks, not able to look away from him.

"I think so... maybe. Yes. Oh my- oh MY." Carrie shouts. Same, honestly. He's got to be the most attractive man I've ever seen. In a black button down and black jeans, the six-four, muscular, curly, black hair, sharp featured painting moves like he was made of air. How can someone so huge move so smoothly? Like liquid. You can tell he's tatted, with a few going up his neck. Some fill spaces over his hands.

And then. He's here. Right in front of me. 

I gape like a fish, really making myself even more of a sex symbol, and blink once. Twice. I manage to close my mouth in the blinking journey.