BLISS

one

      I sway my hips softly to the beat of the snare drum. My tall heels clicking with every step. The familiar lounge looked as if it came straight out of a 1970's film. Looking around at the men and women in my surrounding, I quickly realized that I was more than likely the youngest here, and in that case the outcast.

I take my seat in the plush booth, tired from all the dancing. The waiter brings over a water quite quickly.

"Thanks Mark!" I say as he walks away.

"No problem!" He turns around and winks.

I am used to seeing Mark around considering I come to this lounge quite regularly. Mark always makes sure I have everything I need after and throughout a long night on the dance floor. Not much changes around here; people come and go, I dance, people sing, I enjoy the music, I just live.

I drink the ice water through the thin black straw, poking at the lemon wedge resting on top. I look up and across the room, to the dance floor, then to the roped off velvet entrance. That is when I saw the most beautiful man i'd ever laid eyes on. I'd never seen him around, at least I didn't think I had.

The mysterious man started looking around, seeming slightly confused or maybe just trying to blend in, he started walking closer to the booth, still with a look of confusion on his handsome face.

"Looking for someone?" I questioned.

"Actually, no." he said with a smile.

I looked him up and down, I had to hand it to this man he was quite a charmer.

"Mind if I sit?"

I nod gesturing for him to sit.

He sits across from me resting his arm on the backboard of the booth. I look at him while sipping from my thin straw. We finally break the silent eye contact when Mark scurries over to take the man's order.

"What can I get for you sir?" Mark questions.

"Just a glass of whiskey my fine sir."

Mark nods clapping his hands together.

"And what would the young lady like to drink?" the man gestures to me.

"Oh nothing," I smile "I'm just fine for now, thank you!"

I look back to the man and tuck a brunette lock behind my ear. I sip on the iced water again then finally ask the question i've been dying to ask.

"So, what brings you into town," I ask, "i'm of course assuming you're new here."

"Shit, is it that obvious?" he says with a laugh, as Mark hands him his whiskey.

"No, no, no i'm just in here 24/7 and I know a new face when I see one."

"To be honest with you, I was drawn here and i'm not sure why, but I intend to find out."

"Sounds valid." I laugh.

"So tell me doll, does this gorgeous face have a name?" he asks with a smile.

"Celine." I say extending a hand across the table, he shakes it.

"Well I'm Jeffrey, and it's very nice to meet you Celine."

Jeffrey was noticeably much older than myself, with a sexy salt and pepper beard. He was truly magnificent, charismatic, and handsome and we had only just met.

"So Celine, you know since i'm new to town and all, how about you get off your cute little ass and dance with me?" he said, standing up and extending a hand.

"I'd love to." I say taking his hand.

He guides me to the center of the busy dance floor, which smelled like a mixture of sweat, alcohol and cologne/perfume. I turn to face him as I smooth out my silk slip dress, the vibrant red matching my bright pout.

We begin dancing slowly, picking up the pace as I sway my hips to the tunes. Jeffrey pulling me closer to his heated body, as he watches me with a look of pure bliss in his deep greenish-brown eyes.

Time passes quickly, and we lose track of what hour it is now. We continue dancing, slowing it down a bit and I turn around, my back now against Jeffrey's chest. His hands make their way to my waist. I reach my arms up to snake around his neck. I lay my head back on his chest as we rock back and forth to the subtle beat.

After our long night of dancing, laughter, genuine conversation and shared glances we decided to call it a night. We made our way off of the dance floor back to the booth we originally claimed.

"I've had a really great night Jeffrey." I say smiling like an idiot and tucking hair behind my ears.

"How about I drive you home, what do you say?"

"I'd love that." I nod.

He slips off his large leather jacket and drapes it over my shoulders, putting his arm around me. We make our way toward the velvet ropes.

"Morgan." Jeffrey says to one of the guards and they cross his name out.

Him and I make our way toward his car, he opens the door for me and I climb in, enjoying the royal treatment. He shuts the door behind me and climbs into the driver's seat.

"Where are we headed princess?" he asks, I couldn't help but smile.

I type my address into the GPS and before I know it, we are on our way to my home.

A/N: hey i really hope you guys enjoy! this is something different but i like the idea!