Resistance is Futile.

Resistance is Futile. 4

Chapter 4. Meeting Lacey.

George:

I glanced from the corner of my eye at Lacey, she was beautiful. Her long dark hair was straight and every time we passed a street light I'd see the chestnut and mahogany highlights that ran through it glisten. Her jade green eyes were rimmed by long mascara laced lashes, that rested against her high cheekbones when she looked down at her entwined hands. She kept pulling the corner of her full shaped lips into her mouth, a nervous twitch -I think. Or at least I'd like to think I make her nervous. It was an unbelievably sexy action and had me yearning for a touch of those soft red lips. The car was hot and with slender fingers she unzipped her black leather jacket to reveal the top of her dress. It was reasonably low cut showcasing her large smooth breasts perfectly.

She looked as stunning as the first time I saw her. When she was wearing a nude pastel pink strapless dress that ended at mid thigh, with high black patent heels. The dress had revealed long toned bronze legs and her straight shoulders as well as pulling in to reveal a slim waist. Her hair was wavy, curling around her face and hiding her defined jaw which I now saw so perfectly.

She caught me staring and smiled a slow sexy smile before averting her eyes. It was exactly the same way she'd looked at me the night we met. And I couldn't help indulging myself.

I stood at the bar, my elbows resting on the cool glass surface as my back leant against the sharp edge. On either side of me were Mickey and Ray and I held a cool green glass bottle of Heineken's finest in my right hand. Ray was chatting up some ditzy blonde with too much make-up -just his type. Her clear blue eyes were bombarded with layers of glitter eye shadow and weighed down by heavy false lashes and spidery mascara. Her lashes merging into a thick black block. Her skin was bumpy and an unattractive orange that even covered her thin lips and although she had a nice figure, every curve was falling out of her gold satin dress that clung to every imperfection. Not to mention the badly attached extensions, that's colour didn't quite match the top half of her head. Mickey on the other hand, was scanning the room in a stance much the same as mine.

I looked up with the rim of the bottle raised to my lips and stopped. There she was. Elegantly gliding down the steps beside a slim girl with big brown doe eyes and shoulder length brown hair. Our eyes met through the crowd of people and she smiled a slow sexy smile, before averting her gaze. Teasing me with a flash of the attention I so urgently craved.

"Shotgun." I quickly said to Mickey, whose eyes were also lingering in her direction.

I saw her take a seat, before rising and making her way to the bar. There were a few people between us and I had to push past some rowdy Northern lass, before I reached her. Resting on my elbow on the bar I leant down so my lips almost brushed her small ear.

"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked trying to make my voice as low and husky as possible. It had the desire effect and I smiled as I saw her body shiver and a blush colour her cheeks, but when she turned to me her sparkling jade green eyes looked anything but amused.

"No." She deadpanned and I had to do a double take. I watched her full lips pull into an amused smile and noticed the slight dimples that appeared in her cheeks as she did so. Usually I would walk away, give up; but not with her. Something held me in place, making me try harder. I'd never bothered before with girls who were hard to get, but I was enchanted by everything about her. Her hourglass curves, her sparkling eyes and her full lipped smile.

"I'm sorry let me rephrase that." I said a cocky smile playing on my lips as my eyes lightened with amusement. She turned to me, amusement also twinkling in her eyes, I finally had her full attention and I didn't intent to lose it anytime soon. I was a dog and she was my favourite bone. "I'm buying you a drink." I finished, before turning and picking a cocktail menu off the black glass counter. I didn't miss the split second in which her eyes widened, in fact I revelled in it; replaying it in my mind -the way her full glossed lips fell a little open in surprise.