She stood there....her heart thumping in her chest, as he watched her, his eyes looking straight into hers. He wanted so badly to be strong, to not melt and tell her how much he missed her. And at the same time, he was so angry with her, for giving up on what they had.
Amber was completely overwhelmed, and caught off guard, guys at a table across from John yelling out at her for more drinks, bass thumping as the DJ played music in between stage shows, and the man who had her heart, sitting in front of her, clearly showing he wasn't ready to let her go.
She was unable to speak, her gaze wouldn't leave his, she knew she had let him down, ran away and done everything she shouldn't have. Always so outspoken and forthright with John, making for some monumental arguments, always ending with amazing sex and going to bed happy, this was completely the opposite. She had done everything she swore she would never ever do. She had let down the one man who she knew deep down, loved her for who she was.
"John..." was all she could manage to get out. "Wh...what are you doing here?" As she watched him, trying to divert her gaze as Glen, her boss looked on, to make sure she was OK.
"I came to see you Amber," he said firmly. "I finally tracked you down, but I never thought I'd find you in a place like this," as he looked her up and down deliberately, then looking in her eyes to see her reaction to that comment. The old Amber would've fired straight back, but not now. She said nothing in reply, knowing it wasn't her time to speak at all, she had to take whatever he threw at her, she had cut him deep, and she knew it.
He looked directly at her breasts, spilling out of her corset, some amazing cleavage. "I see you're fond of showing a swarm of men your assets now then?" as he glared at her, knowing what a stickler she was for not being considered a whore, or giving off any remotely sexual signals to guys. "How things change," John said, sipping his scotch and coke.
She suddenly felt self conscious, knowing what he must think of her right now, hoping he knows why she's doing this, wanting so badly to gain his acceptance, but outwardly trying to portray that she was strong and confident, and didn't need his judgements of her anymore.
"Actually, not a lot changes, the environment might, but the person doesn't," she says, looking straight back at him.
"Yeah...right," he says, eyeing the money tucked into the cleavage of her corset, at the front. "So...$2000," John says, circling his finger around the top of the glass. "I assume your boss told you?," his eyes not meeting hers now.