Desire

One.

The constant thump of the bass of the speakers was rattling the pictures off the wall.  The warmth of the tequila shots I had taken earlier coursed it's way through my veins and clouded my head.  My feet ached from the height of these heels but I still couldn't control my body as my hips swayed to the beat of the techno song that played overhead in the club.

I could see my girl friend Piper dancing with a nice looking man she had met tonight. He was too gruff for my taste but he definitely suited her just fine. I giggled as Piper pulled her best moves out on him and I rolled my eyes everything he pulled the best lines out on her. Drunk Piper was sloppy but she didn't seem to mind.

I got a little too overheated and noticed just has parched my throat had become. Still feeling a little tipsy, I made my way to the bar to ask for a glass of water. My throat felt like I had swallowed a hot iron as I signaled to the bar tender to service me.

"What can I get ya?" He asked.

"Water." I yelled over the music.

Moments later a glass of glorious ice cold water was sat in front of me and I chugged it down, slamming the glass on the bar and nodding to the bartender to refill me when he headed back my way.

I saw a man out of the left corner of my eye starring at me.

Shit my tits are probably hanging out. Did I have a nip slip? I thought as I adjusted my red dress to cover more of myself.

That's kind of hilarious though because this dress was the size of its clothing tag. Damn Piper.

The sleazy man licked his lips and proceeded to walk toward me and just as the grimace places on my face a pair of hands grab my arm and an anonymous voice speaks...

"There you are Patricia. I didn't know where you got off too."

Patricia? He must be mistaken.

"I'm... Ummm."  I said confused.

Panics almost crossed the strangers face before he nudged me slightly and said "Patty, are you drunk? C'mon let me get you home before you regret this in the morning."

Oh... Okay. He. He whoever "he" is, is kinda maybe sorta saving my ass from the sleazy man at the bar.

I nod in agreement with him, using all the trust I have to go as he places his hand gently on my back, grabs the glass of water with the other hand and leads me away from the bar leaving the sleaze bucket staring at us like we grew 3 heads.

There was an empty table ahead of us as he guided me toward it.

"Do you come here often?"
He asked just as I spoke "Umm Thanks for that."

"I'm sorry, you first." He smiled.

It was then when I got a full look at the man who had rescued me from being the next headline in the newspaper tomorrow.

He had jet black hair, classical handsome, almost like he was bred by Zeus the Greek God himself and put here in front of me. He had cerulean eyes that sparkled even in the dark toned lights of the club. His perfect cheekbones offset with his perfect smile.