This guy had something about him. My initial annoyance, and rude tone, somehow disappeared, and left me in complete awe. Granted he wasn't even the slightest bad to look at. "You can stare all you want but till I get a drink in me, I'm not leaving." he mused. "I'm dialing the last 1 on 911, your call." I said. "Damn! bad boys huh? that's your type? well baby for you I'd go to jail and back." I scoffed, not believing what was coming out of this mans mouth. "Joking! Jokes! loosen up babe or do you need my help?" Glaring back, realizing he probably wouldn't leave, I sighed and reached down for the nearest booze. "What you want?" my tone weary but stern. Peering up from the glasses, His eyes met mine. For a bit, his eyes scanned me as if, he could read me. I found myself stuck, unable to pry myself from his gaze. His eyes deep, and dark like I had never seen before, flickered down my face. His eyes lingered onto my lips. I felt a sudden heat overtake my body. Gazing up at him I saw a grin form from the side of his face. Catching me off guard he leaned in, not breaking eye contact. I felt the same heat, now at my cheeks. My attention lead to his own lips. He had a slight stubble under his lip which, his teeth brushed against as he bit his lip. Suddenly, his hand reached forward and grabbed the drink infront. My focus broke and I returned to behind the bar. "It should be illegal to wear a skirt that short.." I heard trail behind me. "What you want?" I asked before he could get another word in. "Scotch. On the rocks." He spoke slow, keeping me hesitant between each word. I raised an eyebrow, "was expecting you to go for the strong stuff." Pouring myself a drink. "All good things come later." He winked. If your like this sober, imagine you drunk.. I realized I was thinking out loud. "Bet you do, Bet you do." Heard him say. Tilting the glass back, I let the cold liquid trail down my throat. I started to chug the damn thing. Swallowing hard, I let out a muffled cough, remembering the burn the aftertaste brought. I spluttered. "Fuc.." I cursed out. I coughed, my throats stinging. "So the hard stuff?" He teased. Unable to cuss him back, I felt his warm palm pat me down gently. "You alright there love?"
I nodded feeling myself burn up. Relaxing my muscles, my hand accidentally brushed against his. That brief interaction of skin on skin, I looked to him, craving more. My eyes closed I suddenly realized I was pressed up against his chest and the counter. His lips slamming into mine, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. Surprised, a moan slipped out. I could hear his smile to himself from his accomplishment. My legs wrapped around his waist, urning for more of him. Hot, wet strokes of his tongue, made its way down my neck, impulsively my fingers tugged his hair. That was when I heard him groan. His hand reached up to take to choke me, as I felt him through this pants. Panting between each kiss, I found myself pushing him off. He stared in uncertainty. Then he smiled. We were both thinking the same thing. Hotel. Now.
