Made From Greater Stone (Book one in the Stone Series) - SAMPLE ONLY

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

I get out of the cab, and Mitzi rushes towards me. "Honey!" She quickly hugs me, taking my hands she looks me up and down.   "You look beautiful," she beams before planting a light kiss on my cheek.

"You too."  I reply, again overwhelmed by her familiarity.  She looks pretty, wearing a baby pink silky cocktail dress, her dark brown hair sitting just above her shoulders is sided parted and styled with vintage pin curls.  I can’t help but like her, even though she is twenty six, four years older than me, she is so fun and innocent I seem to think of her as younger.

A few minutes later a large silver car pulls up, after leaning in to kiss the guy who was sat in the back with her, Scarlett steps gracefully out of the vehicle.  She looks stunning every inch of her oozes Sex Siren; she wears an emerald green vintage cocktail dress.  The classic tailored style fits her curvy body perfectly hugging her tiny corset trained waist creating a seamless silhouette.  Her red hair is styled in a side parting with long loose curls.  She could have just stepped out of a 1950’s movie.

She screams both elegance and sensuality.  I see guys turning back to look at her as she moves with poise towards us.  They know she is way out of their league.

She retains her sultry demeanor that matches her style perfectly. "Ladies let's go to Jax first for a few drinks, it's early yet and we can chat in there," she says through her heavily painted red lips turning towards the small bar over the road.

Mitzi links my arm and skips following Scarlett.  As we enter Jax bar, I realize it’s obviously the place to go before the club - it’s busy.  The low background music is almost drowned out by the noise of people chatting and laughing.

We gesture through the crowds with Scarlett leading, her usual confident self, clearing the way easily as she moves gracefully through the sea of people.  She seems to know everyone; as they say her name she nods and smiles backs at them.  She remains as majestic as ever.  I am in awe of her style and beauty; she is such an icon, something every good Burlesque performer strives to be.

Mitzi shouts me from behind "Catch you up.”  I turn noticing she is chatting to a group of girls, I hear her usual shriek of Mitzi excitement as she moves along hugging each girl.

Distracted by her shrill, I turn quickly to catch up with Scarlett.  Wallop! I collide straight into a tall solid body, the glass in his hand remains, but the contents spills everywhere covering his fitted black shirt and my shoes.

"Fuck!  Are you blind or something?" He growls as he looks down at his shirt, which now clings, tightly to his chest.

"I’m so, so sorry,” I respond both mortified by my actions and taken aback by his volatile reaction - he’s seriously pissed off.  I reach into my bag and start dabbing his chest with tissues. God its rock solid; he must workout twenty four seven! 

He grabs my wrist making my whole body tingle at his touch.  My temperature soars and my heart feels like it could leap out of my chest as I watch his muscular arms in front of me, each vein clearly defined.  "Leave it!" He roars lifting his head to finally look at me.  Holy Mother of fucking god! He is.... Wow, just wow... Oh my! He is… there are no words.

I am absorbed by his face; his intense high peaked eye brows frown with his anger, making two tiny creases sit just above his nose, long black eyelashes encase his piercing yet almost transparent blue eyes that capture me, locking me in his sights I don't feel I can turn away.  I stand and stare at this beautiful, infuriated man, with well groomed dark brown hair short yet long on top, his angular face, high cheek bones, defined chiseled jaw line, a package of perfection that consumes me.  My whole body tingles with excitement.