L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)

L E A P I N G // 95

I see her again at the Charity ball and my patience is running thin

She's glanced my way several times but hasn't made any indication that she's interested

She must be though I think

Who isn't?

"Just go and speak to her man. What is this? The fifth time you've seen her?" Dave says rolling his eyes

I ignore his comment

"Never knew Cassanova over was actually afraid to speak to a girl before...you're scared she's going to reject you," he says sarcastically, his lips curling up into a grin

I shoot an evil glance in his direction but he's right

I don't take rejection very well but I'm not one to not at least try

I walk up to her but my path is blocked by her friend

"Can you move," I say irritated looking down at her freckled face

"If you want to speak to my friend you have to go through me first," she slurs pointing dramatically at her chest

Rolling my eyes, I shove past her, nearly knocking her to the ground but I don't care

She's not who I want

My heart is pounding as I go up to talk to her

"Can I get you another drink?" I ask, my green eyes glimmering and my smile stretching over my face

She turns around and gazes at me with those brown bambi eyes

A small smile creeps itself onto her lips

"What's your name?" she asks folding her arms across her chest

"Chris, yours?" I say outstretching my hand for her to shake

She looks at my hand then back at me seductively before shaking it lightly

"Nasha," she simply states,

"Nasha. I like that name," I compliment

"Good, 'cause I like my name on your lips," she replies flirtatiously

"I'm sure there'll be other things you'll like about my lips," I reply back, slightly taken aback by her response but relishing in her playful banter

"Like your lips on my lips?" She asks innocently raising her eyebrow

"I'm not talking about the lips on your face," I say quietly, lust writhing in my voice

"I'd like to find out," she says seriously, her eyes darkening with pleasure

"Give me your phone then," I order holding out my hand

She gives me her phone and I type in my number

"You seem like a dick head," she says with an edge in her voice,

"I am. I'm a dick head with a God complex," I reply, my ego  nourished and fed for the time being

"I hope your tongue is as smooth and as sharp as your words," she says before turning her back and strutting outside

I go back and find Dave but I'm not concentrating on anything else

I don't think I've ever been this excited to have my head between someone's thighs before