Unravel Me.

Chapter 1.

My pointer finger absentmindedly swirls around the rim of my glass as I listen to the slow R&B song playing in the upscale bar, giving off a sultry ambiance to the place.

Lifting my glass to my lips I take a slow sip of my cherry vodka sour, savoring the tart liquid on my taste buds. My eyes roam the shelf stockpiled with various liquor behind the bar taking in all the expensive, imported liquors and wines. My one drink had already cost me twenty dollars and that was with "bottom-shelf" vodka and a small tip to the bartender.

After taking a few more moments to skim the shelves that no doubtedly cost more than the rent for the year on my last apartment in L.A., I take to surveying my surroundings and the people sitting around me.

To my right is an older man, late 40's early 50's maybe. Sporting a clean shaved face, a chiseled jaw, a solid muscular build, and a suit costing no less than thousands of dollars if I had to guess. The flashy jewelry adorning his wrist and fingers is no doubt him trying to make a statement. I have money. Lots of it. He looks over giving me a wink when he notices me staring. I internally groan and avert my eyes to the other side of me.

My eyes slowly trail to the other side of the bar shamelessly landing on the older woman who is only a few bar stools away from me, if I had to guess she's at least in her mid to late thirties. Ten years older than me max. Her side profile is mesmerizing to look at. Her hair is put up into a tight bun exposing the expanse of her neck. Silky. Her skin looks like the finest of silks.

Her lips even from her side profile look inviting, plump, soft even, I wonder if they taste as good as they look. On her ears are diamond earrings, large but tasteful. A black suit jacket is draped over her shoulders, a perfectly manicured hand holding the garment in place while her free hand rest against the bar top near her drink.

My eyes trail down to her wrist where she has large gold bracelets adorning them, but hers aren't overly flashy, hers don't scream 'I'm loaded with money' but anyone would be a fool to not notice this woman's expensive taste in clothing from the Versace suit to the red bottom shoes adorning her feet.

As if she feels eyes on her she slowly turns her head, her green eyes immediately finding mine. A slow smirk takes residence on her face. She lifts her drink and nods at me, a blush overtaking my cheeks as I hold my drink up and return the silent toast to her as well.

I turn my attention back in front of me and mentally kick myself in the ass for getting caught staring at her. She was just, quite possibly the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. I take another sip of my drink before setting it back in place on its napkin at the bar top.

Closing my eyes, I slowly inhale a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before slowly blowing out all the nervous energy currently wracking through me. A rough hand is placed upon my forearm startling me out of my re-centering, my eyes jerk open at the unwelcomed contact.

Looking to my right my eyes immediately make contact with the owner of said hand, the hand that is now taking it upon itself to slowly caress my arm. I go to move my arm closer to my person when his grip tightens a hair. I arch my brow at him, reach over with my now free hand, peel his hand from my arm, and let it fall to the bar top.

His smug smirk widens and I roll my eyes at the cockiness I see behind his own "Fiesty. I love it." chuckling before he takes a healthy drink from what I can only assume is a hundred-dollar glass of whiskey before plopping down onto the stool next to me.

He drapes his arm across the back of my chair before leaning in a bit closer towards me "tell me sexy" gross "are you also feisty in the sack?" his hand that previously held his drink has now decided it would much rather prefer the company of my dress-clad thigh.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I spit out.

He chuckles in amusement at my words, leaning in closer, whispering inches away from my ear, breath hot and wreaking of alcohol "hard to get, I love a challenge." his grip tightens on my thigh, no matter how hard I try to pry his hand free, his grip only tightens further.

I wince when I feel the tips of his fingers barely skim up the hem of my dress "go on, be a brat" he growls in my ear. My heart begins to race, I'm so preoccupied with his unwanted advances that I don't hear the clearing of a throat and neither does he. A hand stills his advancements a, hand that most definitely does not belong to me.

We both look up and find the owner of the hand standing behind us, her grip on his hand tightens and I hear an audible gasp leave his parted lips. Her voice breaks the silence although the only thing I can truly hear is the pumping of the blood in my veins.

"I believe the young lady said 'don't touch her', I imagine a man of your big age would know what a rejection is, am I right?" she icily relays, a bite to her tone, the grip on his hand tightening a bit more with each word she delivers.

"I-I we were just playing, w-weren't we sweetheart?" he stutters out. The woman's hand with his still grasped firmly in hers moves his hand away from my thigh "I'd hate to have to inform your very pregnant wife and her father, you know, the man who pays your salary how you can't keep your grubby fucking hands to yourself." she grits through perfect, white teeth. Her hand squeezes one last time before pushing it out from hers.

His demeanor instantly changes from scared school boy to defiant shit head "you wouldn't dare you insufferable bit-" his words are cut off when she leans in, and whispers something in his ear. I take great comfort in the fear that flashes before his eyes. Fucking pussy.

She leans back, smug smirk on her face, this time there is no whispering between the two "Bye Bobby" she rasps out. The man doesn't need to be told twice and he's gone from beside me in a flash. I let out a relieved breath, feeling my heart rate return to normal, or as normal as it can get with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen still standing by me.

My eyes connect with hers, nothing but gratitude glistening behind my golden honey eyes. I thought she was captivating from afar but up close, oh up close she is absolutely enthralling. "Thank you" I barely manage to get out, embarrassment still coursing through me from our previous encounter, if you could even call it that.

"You're most welcome." her voice is raspy yet smooth like honey "well...." she drawls out "I guess I'll let you get back to the rest of your evening." her smile says one thing but her eyes, her eyes say another. She doesn't want to leave and I don't want her to either. Her body turns as she begins to walk away, passing behind my chair, my mouth finally catching up to my mind.

Don't let her go.