Heart of a Warrior

Mr.Curles

I don't know why I agreed to this but I did and now I'm kicking myself for it. "Rach come on loosen up a bit!" Steph ,my lifelong friend, screams over the floor shaking bass.

She barged into my house six hours ago and said that we were going out. Like an idiot I thought we were going for dinner and a movie , but she had different plans and that's the story of how I am sitting in a nightclub wearing the tight leather and lace dress she gave to me on my birthday as a gag gift.

The dress hugs my sinuous curves in all the right places. It has lacy cap sleeves and backing to it and it ends mid thigh with a lace trim outlining my voluptuous chest and thighs. As soon as I walked into the club all eyes were on me. I'm used to blending into the background so this is a completely new experience for me. I received cat calls, whistles, and even some phone numbers. Some guy tried to get all cozy with me on the dance floor but unfortunately he didn't know that I'm a Marine. lets say my training comes in handy in sticky situations.

For the past half hour I've been sitting at the bar nursing a couple Snakebites and stirring my Screwdriver with my index finger.

"You look like your having the time of you life." A guy with a mop of unruly black curls says as he occupies the stool next to mine. From what I can tell of his actions he is urbane and adroit with his hands. "Do you want another drink?" Mr. Curls asks. "Nah I'm good I have one right here," I look down at my glass and realize that its empty and I look back at him only to find him to nonchalantly hiding a smirk, "okay yeah I'll take you up on that offer" I blush and look away in embarrassment.

"Here you are doll." He hands me another Screwdriver. "So chivalrous of you." I giggle as I take the drink. As my eyes roam his face I notice his high flawless cheek bones and sturdy but slightly crooked nose. He must have gotten into a fight or some sort of accident I thought. I let my eyes travel further across his flawless skin and my eyes meet the most beautiful quintessential blue sapphires that I have ever seen. The air is sucked out of my lungs as he stares back at me.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Is he talking to me?

"Yeah lets go." I pay my tab and attempt to stand and let me tell you what a disaster that was oh my.

"Whoa okay" I say as I grip the stool for dear life.

"Do you want me to drive you to your place where you will be all alone or do you want to crash at my flat for the night and ill take you home tomorrow morning?" Mr. Curls gives me an ultimatum.

" I guess I'll go with you... umm what's your name?" Holy cheeseballs I feel so embarrassed by even asking.

" Its Evan. Evan Walker. and what's your name if you don't mind me asking that is." He bows his head to hide his blush and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

" My name is James. James Bond...." I deadpanned. We breakdown in giggles as soon as I said it. " Good one," he laughs out as he is doubled over clutching the bar stool for support, "what is your actual name though love?" He looks at me expectantly with those crystal orbs filled with laughter.

"My name is Rachel."

"Well Rachel don't you think that we should be going?" He holds his arm out to me and I link my elbow with his as we proceed to his car to retire for the night.