Beautiful But Damned

5

Tonight Clara and I go to a club to celebrate my new job. I think it's called Red. Obviously, having made a promise, I have to twist my wardrobe. Where before there was the pile of overalls now there are tight trousers. Where there were my beloved sneakers now we are shoes with heels, boots, ankle boots and a lot of other things fashionable. Clara made me wear a short red dress with back completely naked, not to mention the shoes that they are too high. I'm struggling to keep her balance. I decided to humor her, I am grateful that I was always neighbor and helping me.

The New Yorkers nights are very lively and Clara an expert in exclusive places, unlike me that I feel like a fish out of water. Arrive at the Red, Clara takes two drink and God only knows what's inside.<<Start the party, honey.>> With music so high I struggle to hear even if screams. After the third drink they drag on track to dance and get the real fun. Our bodies sway to the rhythm of music and I can not help but smile at provocative expressions of my love towards men present. I clap my hands in rhythm moving her hips slightly. I have I said they are not local, not that I do not know how to have fun.

A guy comes up to Clara and she puts her arm on the stranger's shoulder. Here we part in the attack. And here our paths diverge. I, in contrast to her, are not made well, I do not like to board in these places where everyone is drunk or maybe it just is not my world. At 20 years I already have the experience behind him, instead I had just two guys and we never went beyond simple kisses. I'll be old-fashioned but I believe in true love and has not yet arrived. I think Cupid ended arrows of his bow. I leave Clara on track with that guy, already foreseeing the final. She has good taste. The guy is not bad.

As I left the club I collision  with someone. I'm always the usual clumsy, I never watch where I go. I look up mortified, I will apologize but I freeze like a piece of ice. I think I stopped breathing: is my boss! Oh shit. Tell me, Mother Earth, what have I done wrong to deserve this punishment? I'm dressed so obscene, I drank and  I not can walk with these infernal shoes. Who knows what he will be think of me! But I can give me alone answer: nothing good. <<Ston, she here?>>. I hate to be called by surname. Mamma mia what is sexy, to say nothing of his voice.

Come round, Elisa, do not drool. I drew a smile and nodded and go to my direction. His hand shall hold me pinning his wrist, this gesture makes me remain stunned. And is  the  first time we have  physical contact, his grip is firm. Our eyes are intertwined, there is something inexplicable, a I never felt sensation. I would look at her eyes endlessly. <<Can I offer you a drink ... Elisa?". My name pronounced his voice sounds so good! Now that I think ... Since we moved to call us by name?

He want to drink with me? His question takes me a bit 'off guard, I had never thought of this eventuality.  Maybe because I was too busy thinking of her eyes. Really I have been all day thinking about him in general. I've never been in a situation so embarrassing in all my life. Just my brain back to connect, I I realize that a drink with him sounds like something wrong, prohibited.

<<I do not think is the case>> I try to dismiss it in a gentle way. I know it will never happen to me as such an occasion but throughout This situation is strange. I had asked this question the night of the show, I would have definitely accepted. It remains silent and he keeps staring at me. Because he looked at me like that? Free hand from his grip, he is looking away.

<<I do not like people telling me not>> snarls calling my attention. It seems annoyed, and not a little. All this just because I refused a drink? What type. Her words keep repeating in my mind, they know so much about presumption. we also do is jerk, arrogant, full of if. What do you think? That because it has two beautiful eyes all the fall at the foot? The words come out without thinking: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Erik. But in life you can not have everything. " They are officially licensed. But how the hell I came in mind to call him by name? And then why I'm causing?

He looks at me frowning, putting his hands in his pockets. I swear, his Look at this time is glacial, it puts chills.<<I always get what I want>> he reports. How much presumption, Mr. Truston. You will also be filthy rich,  your life will be perfect but surely these things with me do not work. Then you have not understood anything about me? If it comes to making hard, I will never pull back!

Acting on instinct, resting a gentle hand on his chest. <<Good for you. I wish you a good evening..>> I whisper doing wink. Then they walk away in output triumphant. one to zero for me, Erik. Take that, asshole, conceited! Wait, I just flirted with my boss? And I also made the winks? I must be mad, surely. I already know I hunted in a bigger mess than me, and I did everything alone. You may be more stupid? No, only I can.

Return  like a rocket into the club looking for Clara. The known now, he is still clinging to that guy; maybe I should not bother you but the idea that Erik is here and what I have just combined do not make me be quiet at all. I approach step sent. As soon as he sees me come off the guy looks at me worried. I have to have a face that says it all.<<I need to go home now.>> Her hand caresses my arm, smiling slightly.

<<What is it, honey?>>. Her voice is different, I would say that she's very drunk. Or maybe it's all about her escort? <<My boss is here and I just screwed up>> I say agitated. Approaching shooting, reducing the distance between us, <<Where? I want to see it>>. Without thinking I point Erik sitting at the table while he is talking with other men. <<That's your boss?>> Screams laughing taste. <<The sexiest bachelor, is the most desired Your boss? >>. And my life collapses in an instant. Because I do not I knew nothing? Ah, yes. I live out of the world, that's why. But What have I done?

She starts to laugh doubling over. What's so funny? I just dug the grave and she laughs. I swear, when returns sober me pay.

<<I wish I were in your place, to see him every day. But to you I warn you, friend, say it is a real pimp. >> Ok, this is Cherry on the cake. The anger takes over, grab Clara's hand and, without saying a word, they drag out club. Once in the delivery machine at full speed. I wanted to have the job of my dreams, now that I've got, I think all a nightmare. But I say, my nightmare has a name: Erik Truston. All his tricks and that attitude ... It's so hard with all? And then the words: "I always get what I want."

You can forget, Mr. Truston, with me does not attack.  If he had hired me just to get me into bed? And if you would update the list of his conquests? Do not let him approaching me, I'll be cold and impassive in the face of that beautiful little face. What am I saying? There are already waterfall, like all; It is sexy dying and knows it well. Sure, it's used to having all the women who wants but does not stick with me, I do not need an adventure one night, now or ever. After what Clara told me I will try to keep it at a safe distance. I must not fall into his trap. And then I'm ... not his type! Maybe I am bandaging my head to something that does not exist. Monday foresee a long day. What a mess.