Favorite Mistake

Chapter 2

" So what's got your brain in the gutters," Emily asked once the classes were over. Grunting, Lucy walked ahead and shoved a pencil into her hair which was wrapped up in a bun.

" Nothing, just haven't been sleeping too good lately," which wasn't actually a lie. Lucy had been having trouble sleeping since the whole thing Neal. He was only like 25 years her senior, she was 22 to his 47. Sighing, she reluctantly gave in to the cold weather and went with Emily to her dorm in the school.

" Okay, sure whatever. So any thoughts on getting back together with Nathan?" Emily pushed. Her bracelets jangled as she shoved Lucy playfully. Emily had light orange dyed hair and pale skin. Her body had two tattoos, a small mountain on her ankle and 6 planets aligned on her left arm.

" No, the answer is no, " she cut the crap simply. She couldn't wouldn't, get back to together with Nate. Not after sleeping with his dad.

" But he's so cute and smart. Come on man, lighten up," Emily suggested and chucked out a Marlboro cigarette. She creates smoke clouds in the room. The room was a pale blue color, she had a simple white desk with her laptop and a closet of clothes, plus her bed in the corner.

" I just can't, okay?"

" Okay okay I get it. So there's a new guy in your life, is that it?"

" No, there isn't." She responds quickly. A bit too quickly.

" So there is? Duckie, you should've just said so I get it," Emily crushed her cigarette and smiled. Emily had freckles that could.be seen when she smiled or laugh, because the wrinkles it created on her face brought out the freckles just above her nose. They were peppered on her nose along with a heart shaped beauty mark on the lower side of her nose.

" It's complicated and I gotta go," Lucy said grabbing her bag. She pulled her hair down and walked out in the cold. A halo of blue clouds surrounded her shoulders as she tugged her white muffler tighter around her neck to provide warmth.

Thoughts of the night fill her head. Thoughts of going to work again. Mr. George's precious cafe is also a very smooth and dark bar at night. The bar part being owned and paid for by one of his nephew, has a very relaxing and quite peaceful atmosphere. Only a bar, with dimmed down lights and quiet jazzy music in the background. Today is a night shift day and tomorrow Lucy has no classes. Walking to her apartment, she feels the presence of a car following her. Been reading to many mystery novels, she thinks and picks up her pace.

Though A black car is following her. The car a slick black Ashton Martin is following at a distance. The driver is smug and smiles to himself as he watches her walk. Her hips sway as she walks, her hair fluffy and falling around her neck. Lighting a cigarette, Neal watches with steady eyes before changing directions to go to the bar. He knows she will be there later on and wishes to see her soon.

After parking, he smoothes his black hair back and his suit. Coming out fresh from the company he didn't have the time to change to more casual clothing, he gets out of the car swiftly. Opening the door, he can feel the eyes of a few men and woman, eyeing him up and down like a plate of freshly served meat. Smirking he goes to the bar and sits at a stool.

He ponders until he sees Lucy in her usual uniform of black jeans, with a white buttoned shirt and some form of a sweater. Today she wears a loose but attractive black knitted sweater with the collar out, a light pink button is visible.

She seems distracted before she catches him watching her. He waves her over to place his order. Plastering a smile, Lucy goes towards him.

"Hello," she coolly says. She places a hand on the bar.

" Hello lovely. I'd like a glass of vodka. Nothing else unless your included." He smoothly requested. She nodded, biting her tongue.

She was fuming and aching at the same time. Just looking at the man made her heart pound and her legs jelly. He had sharp black eyes with specks of blue, a lean face graced with a well defined jaw with a nice sharp chin, a very playful and sensual mouth along with sharp defined nose. His skin was a lighter tone of tan almost pale in the dark.

His hands clasped together as he waited with an eager smile. His eyes wrinkled at the gesture. But he still seems to be so young, Lucy thought. The corners of his eyes are smooth when his face is sleeping and relaxed, the way his face looked when he slept made her smile as she prepared the drink.

" He's here again I see," Mike muttered. Her coworker definitely didn't see eye to eye with the man who came once a week for the same drink at the same time from only Lucy.

" Yep, so it seems," Lucy answered as she started her way to the smiling man. Before she could make it, Mike trapped her wrist.

" Careful man, I dont get a good feeling about that guy," he warned her. His green eyes shined with paranoia and his tan skin was glowing in the dimmed lights. Nodding she continued to go to the bar.

Setting down the drink, she waited as he drank the alcohol. She watched him erotically drink the vodka and lick some that had fallen out on his bottom lip. The tongue darting quickly as she watched memorized.

" How was work?" She asked. Thats not what I was going to say, she scolds herself internally

" As good as it can get, but I feel better now," he flirts. Pushing the glass away, he fold his hands on the top of the bar, watching her intensely.

" That's not so bad," images of a couple of days ago flood her mind.

" Let's cut the act," Neal briskly interjects. His eyes hold hers. The darkness envelops her light blue eyes and she fights for control. She tries to look away but cannot, and succumbs to listening to his words.

" Alright. Fine." Lucy flusters. Pulling back a strand of her hair she bites her lower lip.

"Why have you been avoiding my calls and texts? Why are fighting this? I dont understand why you are. You enjoyed it and so did I. We are both rational adults." Neal says, his tone is serious and full of frustration.

At the mention of enjoyment thoughts of the night together race in her head. The way Neal held her gently, lightly tracing her tattoos, kissing her neck and her lips feverishly and hotly. How he sucked and nibbled everywhere. Hell, she still has the hickies to prove it.

" Because it wasn't right." She whispers.

" We need to talk, whether you like it or not." He ordered. And from the tone Lucy knew it wasn't an option but an order.

Authors note: Thanks for reading. Hopefully next chapter will bring some more steaminess and interesting things to light. Like comment?