Looking at you side ways

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She felt a large presence next to her and fought the urge to look. She was on her second shot and feeling mellow. [i]It would have been a nice experience, but guys kept coming up to her. They usually went away when she said told them not to waste their money on buying her drinks. [/i]

She felt him staring at her so she glanced over at him.

He smiled at her and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"

She held up her glass and shook her head no.

Mark couldn't believe those eyes. [i]They were huge and the most unusual shade. He glanced down her body. She was tiny, but very curvy. She was built for speed and he got a mental image of her underneath him.[/i]

She knew he was checking her out, just like the others.

Mark tried again to get her attention. "Well you are almost finished with that one. Please let me get the next round?"

She turned a little to look at the guy. [i]He was well built and very chiseled. She could just imagine the pounding he could give her. God knows she needed it. [/i]Mark caught her little smirk and motioned for the bartender.

She told him, "Save your money. I can buy my own drinks."

Taken aback a little, Mark gave her his best dirty sexy smirk, "At least can you tell me your name?"

Laughing a little, she replied, "Its Anastasia."

"Anastasia. Don't you want to know my name?"

"Not really."

"I can be whoever you want me to be. Why don't we get out of here? I am Mark, by the way."

"Are you really as shallow and callous as you seem?"

"Oh you want to go somewhere and hear about my secret pain?"

"Does that line ever work for you?"

"Sometimes."

"Oh. Must be because you look like that."

"Like what? Is that a yes?"

"No. I can't." she replied. [i]Not that she didn't want to. He was a charming, handsome guy who seemed nice.[/i]

Mark looked rejected and glanced over at Derek.[i] Derek was giving him the one minute more sign.[/i]

"Do you come here often Anastasia? Maybe like this Friday night?"

"First time here and probably the last. I start a new job tomorrow and won't have any free time."

"What do you do?" [i]Derek was giving him the finger across the neck sign indicating his time was up.[/i]

She gave him the most mysterious smile and said, "You'd never guess."

Mark was pissed that his time was up. [i]He felt like he was just getting somewhere and she was talking.[/i] Reluctantly he said, "Well maybe some other time?"

"Unlikely we will ever see each other again." She took a sip of the drink that Joe had sat down for her.

Mark slunk back to the table and asked Derek, "Side bet?"

"Sure."

"Fifty bucks says you won't get anywhere with her either."

Derek stood up and told Mark, "You're on." He walked over to the petite redhead and sat down.

She felt it next to her.[i] Another guy staring a hole into her side. Jeez, can a girl just get a drink by herself once in a while? [/i]

Derek was content to just stare at her for a moment.[i] She looked young. She had the most amazing hair he had ever seen. It looked soft and was a very unusual color. He couldn't decide if it was reddish blonde or honey blonde. He had never seen hair color like that before.[/i] He glanced down at her and noticed she was very petite, but very voluptuous.[i] He got a mental image in his head of her riding him frantically. [/i] He wanted to get closer to her to smell her. He instinctively moved closer to her.

"So, ugh, is this a good place to hang out?"

"I wouldn't know. Never been here before."

"Oh you know what? I haven't either. First time here. I'm new in town. Never been to Seattle."

She sighed a little and decided it was past time to go home. She had asked Joe to call a cab for her a few minutes earlier. Derek was surprised she wouldn't even look at him.[i] At least Mark had her talking and laughing.[/i] He tried again.

"New job so." She continued to look straight ahead and play with her glass.

"Ha. You are ignoring me."

"Um, trying to." She replied and looked at him sideways.[i] He was even better looking than the last guy. Tall, dark and handsome. He looked like he knew his way around a woman's body.[/i]

Derek was pulled in by her mesmerizing eyes. [i]Cat like bright green eyes with flecks of grey or blue. He couldn't be sure. He could stare into them all night.[/i]

"You shouldn't ignore me."

"Why not?"

"Because I am someone you need to know to get to love."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

"So if I know you, I'll love you?"

"Oh yes."

"You really like yourself huh?"

"Just hiding my pain. So what's your story?"

"I don't have a story. I am just a girl in a bar."

"You're a little young to be so jaded. And I am just a guy in a bar. I'm Derek and you are?"

"Tonight I am Natasha."

"Well Natasha, tonight I am all yours." He moved in closer and smelled a sexy, yet sweet smell.[i] Some kind of flower.[/i]

Joe walked over and put a bill down in front of her and said, "Miss; your cab in here."

She broke off her gaze with the blue eyed dark haired man.[i] He looked like trouble. She didn't need trouble tonight.[/i]

She quickly paid her bill with a large tip and jumped off the bar stool. Derek was shocked that she was leaving.

"Wait! Natasha. Can I get your phone number?"

"Sorry. I am going to be tied up for the next six or seven years. Goodbye Derek" She floated out the door and Mark walked up to Derek looking dumbstruck after the little vixen.

"What are the chances that she struck us both down? And by the way, I gave you an extra five minutes there. It looked like you almost had a shot."

She got into the cab feeling a little giddy. [i]The tequila had done its job of relaxing her, but those two guys. Seattle was looking so much better. But as usual, she was a chicken and was going home alone. Even trying to be someone else, she didn't have the courage. As much as she wanted to, she wasn't that girl. She had never had a one night stand in her life.[/i]

Derek and Mark sat at the bar and licked their wounds. It had been a long time since they were both turned down by the same woman. It had been years actually. Joe was laughing about the fact that one of the guys said her name was Natasha and the other said it was Anastasia.[i] Her ID had said a rather old fashioned name, but not either of those two.[/i] Joe wondered what her real name was. [i]He wasn't 100 percent convinced that was a real ID. But, if it was a fake, it was a great one. They couldn't agree on her hair color or her eye color. [/i]Mark and Derek left soon afterward, also leaving Joe a large tip. The women in the bar looked after them very disappointed. Joe hoped all three of them would come back soon. [i]They were apparently very good for business. He wondered if they were models. They usually didn't get that type in his bar.[/i]

She paid the cab driver and went inside the dusty house. She needed to go to bed fast and get some quality sleep before tomorrow. She couldn't stop thinking about those last two guys at the bar. There was something special about them. Little did she know she would be seeing them again in a few hours time.