Boundless

Chapter 11

The music drummed through Emilia, shaking her right down to the bones. It was a fantastic feeling. She hadn't felt so alive since the day she got in a gang fight. Walking out of the storage room with Lilias and Myles in toe, she felt weird. She hadn't done anything wrong, had she? No, she had simply found another entrance that was a lot cheaper than the main one. They only got a few stares before everyone went back to dancing and drinking and talking. The air smelt strongly of alcohol and pressed down on Emilia making her feel suffocated and clammy. Exactly what she loved. She hadn't been in a night club for years, she had no idea why, though, because she loved them so much. She got an exciting rush of adrenalin and glanced back over her shoulder at Myles and Lilias. Myles was already chatting up a very seductive looking girl and Lilias was...wait where was Lilias? Emilia walked back over to Myles and tapped him on the shoulder. He did pay attention to her, mearly absently brushed his shoulder off where she tapped him.

"Myles." Emilia cooed, trying to capture his attention. He did listen.

"Myles." She said more firmly. He glanced at her and have her a look that said 'rack off'. The girl looked her up and down.

"Can't you see I'm talking to an absolutely wonderful lady here?" Myles said flicking his eyes over to Emilia. The girl giggled and rested her hand on his bicep. Myles looked back at her and flexed making her giggle even more.

"Why don't you go and get in some hot guys pants," Myles said to Emilia, while pulling the other girl closer. "I have my own," Myles looked the girl up and down seductively. "Dress to get into."

The girl trailed her hand up his bicep to rest on his finely toned chest, and started nibbling on his ear.

Emilia wrinkled her nose and walked off, not caring one bit about who Myles planed on screwing. Myles was right, she had her own fun to do before she got down to serious business. She strolled into the crowded dance floor, easily slipping past body's. Almost everyone turned to look at her. She stopped in the middle of the dance floor, flitting her eyes lazily and seductively over every guy that was looking at her. Her eyes came to rest on a very handsome looking man. He looked about mid twenties, neatly styled brown hair, and sun-tanned skin. Emilia looked him up and down and came to rest her eyes on his. Pretty. She thought. She gestured slowly for him to come to her, and he did. He looked slightly dazed, and surprise ridden. She winked at him and dipped into his mind. Why would she want to dance with a guy like me? Gosh she is hot. And stunning. Emilia slipped back out of his mind and rested a hand on her hip and watched him bump his way through the slamming bodies. He reached out to put his arm around her waist, but before he could a set of strong arms snaked around her waist and pulled her close to a hard body. She was taken back a few steps and the dancing bodies closed in around her and the hard body. She lost site of the pretty man and frowned. Who would be rude enough to ruin her fun? She spun around in the strong arms and was ready to start up an argument when she saw who it was. Rhys.

"I was watching you." He said, still holding her close to him. She had her hands resting on his chest. She could smell his minty breath. And was that oranges?

"That's slightly creepy." She said swaying with him to the music.

"It's dangerous to play around with boys." He said, searching her eyes, her deep, dark eyes. She raised an eyebrow.

"And I'm not dangerous?"

A low smirk appeared on Ryhs's lips. He pulled her closer-if that was even possible-so that every part of their bodies were pressed together. He rested his chin on the crown of her head.

"You look exceptionally," There was a pause when Rhys stopped to think of what to say, "Hot."

Emilia laughed a little and she could feel Rhys smile.