I have only been here for fifteen minutes, and I am ready to leave. I will finish my five-dollar water and find a bench on the beach to sleep on.
~Savage~
“Tag, go grab us that booth in the corner. I’m going to grab us a beer.”
“Yeah, and cozy up to the blonde who is sitting all by her lonesome. Dude, you have to admit that even this is new for you. Since when do you chase women? Let alone follow one around all day waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach her.”
“Hey, if I can make the introduction without acting like a stalker and convince her to join us, it’s a win-win. It doesn’t look as though she came with friends so you’ll have to find your own.” Not that it will be a problem for the Florida surfer boy. I make my way to the bar and squeeze my way between the incredible blonde and a plastic brunette. Holding up two fingers, I catch the bartender’s attention, “Squatters please, and whatever the beautiful lady is having.” I make it a point to stare straight ahead so I don’t look desperate, and pray my ever lovin’ heart out that she will say something first. The bartender walks over carrying two beers and a bottle of water. He smirks at me as if knowing I just struck out. Shit! A non-drinker. Is she going to think I’m a lush? He sets the water in front of her, and she stiffens. I barely hear her sharp inhale over the music.
“Thank you.”
I can’t hear what she mumbles over the band, so I lean down real close and speak in her ear. “Would you like to join us? We have a booth with plenty of room.” With my nose nestled in the crook of her neck, her strawberry scent registers first and my mouth waters. She slowly turns until her amber eyes lock onto mine and she seems to wage a war between her better judgment and a self-esteem boost. I win. As she slowly stands up, I notice several things at once: She is about 5’7”, the perfect height. She smells of strawberries, the perfect smell. Her hair is a natural blonde, long and silky, the perfect combination. As she walks away from me and towards the booth, I get an up close and personal view of all of her perfect assets. I have died and gone to heaven. Now I just need to make it through the night without sticking my foot in my mouth and letting her know I have been following her all day.
~Livvy~
As I drink down the last of my water, the sense of being watched skitters down my spine. His smell hits me first and I moan a little at what it does to my insides. His arm brushes alongside mine then heat burns into my skin and melts my bones.
“Squatters please, and whatever the beautiful lady is having.”
It figures. The brunette to the side of me has had three other men buy her drinks in the fifteen minutes I’ve been here. She could be a millionaire if she sold sex for a living. Talk about feeling invisible. The bartender walks over and sets another bottle of water in front of me and I am stunned speechless. I try to thank the stranger with the sexy voice and incredible smell, but it comes out as a whisper. Before I even have time to look his way, his lips are touching my ear and the heat from his breath sends another wave of chills racing down my spine.
“Would you like to join us? We have a booth with plenty of room.”
For real! Is this really happening? He chose me over the sex-on-a-stick, sultry brunette. I have already decided what I’m going to do. However, I just want to see his eyes to be sure. Sky blue eyes capture my attention, causing my head to spin a little. Before I know what is happening, I turn in my stool and place my back to the bar. Someone has taken over my body because it is acting separately from my brain. My body has slid off the stool and is walking in the direction of the booth he points to. My brain is screaming, bench on the beach remember!
He places his hand so low on my back that I’m sure his pinky finger can feel the top of my ample ass. His touch is so hot; I can’t think of anything other than what else he can heat up with that hand. What the hell is wrong with me? I have never been affected this way by anyone, not even John, and I have let him touch me more intimately than any other man. Why this blue eyed Greek God? Everything about him draws me to him, that’s why. The fact that he is drop-dead gorgeous, he smells like a walking aphrodisiac and has piercing blue eyes that match the sky doesn’t hurt. I think he is the guy from the boardwalk today, but I never got close enough to him to be sure.
We stop at a booth occupied by a blonde Keanu Reeves who stands up to let me slide in. Am I being punked? This man is gorgeous too; I can’t believe my luck. I glance around looking for the cameras but see nothing other than writhing bodies on the dance floor. Some couples even look as though they are connected more intimately, without a care of who sees them. I quickly look away, afraid I’ll see something my
