Runaway Girl {A Twilight Love Story}

The Joy that was Inside

       

She said yes to me. I couldn't believe that she agreed to go out with me. I was so nervous when I went to talk to her. I had a great speech prepared and I flubbed it up.  She looked amazing in her skirt and purple shirt that dipped low on her chest, framing in her perky breasts. I imagined running my hands over the soft fabric, bringing it over her head. I imagined what she would be wearing underneath it, a lacy white bra with matching panties? I almost lost it at that moment. I had stumbled over my words and I'm pretty sure if it was possible, I would have been the one blushing. But despite that, she agreed. I was sure she would turn me down, but it worked. I was a little concerned that she suspected something when I left without asking for her number or address. Hopefully she would write that off as a nervous boy act. The look in her eyes when she looked at me for that last moment completely unhinged me. I couldn't stop my hand from traveling through the air. Touching her hair lightly, I felt as if my body was a live wire connecting to her. I tried to be nonchalant, but the feel of her skin against mine was incredible. I wanted so badly to take her in my arms at that moment. Even with the stench of werewolf on her skin, I wanted to taste her peppermint breath and touch her satin lips. I had to turn away to restrain myself, she was a dangerous creature like I've never seen before. I drove away euphoric.

I told myself I could stay away from here until our date, but late on Wednesday night I was pulling into the club parking lot. I parked next to her car; I was relieved that she didn't still have that impossible death trap on wheel called a Chevy truck. I was tempted a few times to mess with it just so that she got rid of it. I fixed the collar on my light blue button up and smoothed my rowdy hair as best I could. I sauntered into the club and found a seat in the corner away from every one, hoping that she would be my server. After a few songs, she approached me.  She wore a tight red corset and boy shorts with tall boots. Her creamy skin flowing over the top of the bodice.  She smiled at seeing me.

"Hi Edward, can I get you a drink?" she asked.

"Hello, Victoria is it? Um sure, what's good here?" I asked her.

She bit her lip blushing and then leaned down giving me an eyeful of cleavage. "Nothing really, they water down all the drinks and over charge for them," she whispered.

"Then I'll get a beer," I answered with a smile.

"Right up Mr. Cullen," she said, a smirk playing across her face. She was such a dangerous creature. I surveyed her ass as she walked away. So firm and high, I wanted to bite it. I imagined rubbing my hand over it. She returned with a beer for me and waved away the money.

"You should take the money because I'll only leave you a bigger tip if you refuse to charge me," I told her.

"Okay fine, it's five fifty." I handed her a twenty. She tried to give me change and I waved it away. She sighed. "You don't have to order a drink you know. I can tell you don't drink. I also can tell you don't watch the girls."

"Okay, so you caught me. I haven't exactly been coming for the fine wine and quality women."

Her eyes got thoughtful. "Then why have you been coming?" she asked.

I pondered her question. I didn't want to profess my love in a strip club so I decided to be vague. "I'm here tonight because I wanted to make sure we're still on for tomorrow night."

"Of course, why do you have other plans?" she asked, her eyes darted away from me. She looked, what was the phrase, embarrassed?

"Actually, it's the opposite. I am so excited I wanted to confirm that you didn't change your mind," I replied. I let my eyes go dark and I lowered my voice. "I am really looking forward to tomorrow night. You should get back to work though. Your boss needs you to stop talking to me."