The man at the bar had been staring at her all night and Natasha had to admit that he was a lot cuter than most men that gave her that eye.
As she sipped on her beer, she tried to place his looks. Spanish was in his blood, his dark, wavy hair and his olive skin gave that away, but his clear blue eyes hinted at a mixed heritage. He was built too, the physic of a bodybuilder that was shown off in the black skintight t-shirt.
“Hey, Rick.” Natasha shouted to the bartender over the blaring music. “Who’s the guy at the end of the bar?” She asked, motioning to the man with her head.
“Don’t know. Never seen him before. Looks like he’s taken an interest in you though.” The bartender shouted back, giving her a wink and a smile.
Natasha laughed and shook her head, her long brown hair shaking slightly in the messy bun at the back of her head. She smiled back at the mysterious man at the end of the bar as she stood up from her stool and slowly began walking towards the ladies room, her hips swaying in the tight black dress. The noise of the band disappeared as the door shut and Natasha enjoyed the quiet of the bathroom. She walked to the mirror, setting her small handbag on the counter as she stared at her reflection.
Reaching up, she pulled her hair free of the rubber band, letting it fall around her face as she reached for her lipstick. Natasha had always been pretty, one of those heartbreakers in high school that would use guys and leave them in the same week. Her long brown hair hung down her back, almost reaching to her butt with a slight curl to it that could never be tamed.
A slender form that she always kept toned and dressed in the latest fashions from Milan although she really couldn’t afford it. She leaned into the mirror, applying the wine colored lipstick, watching as her steel gray eyes sparkled in the dim light. No guy could resist when she turned on the charm and Natasha now had her eyes set on the mysterious man who had been watching her all evening.
“Let’s go have some fun.” She said to her reflection as she tucked her hair behind her ears and adjusted the top of her strapless black dress so that her modest breasts jutted upward and gave the illusion of a fuller chest.
Natasha reached out and pulled the door to the bathroom open, the blaring music of the bar overwhelming her senses as she glanced once more in the mirror. She gasped as she ran into a man and turning quickly to apologize, Natasha realized that it was her mystery man.
“Hi.” She said, with a nervous laugh, her voice husky with excitement as she looked over his face and body once more. “I’m sorry I ran into you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Bella.” He whispered, his voice tinged with an English accent that made Natasha melt inside.
“I saw you looking at me from across the bar.” Natasha said, leaning back against the wall, turning on her charm as the short black skirt slowly rode up her thigh. “See something you like?”
“I see a few things I like, Bella.” The man whispered, taking her hand in his and kissing it gently.
“I’m Natasha.”
“Charmed.” He said with a laugh as he leaned in to whisper into her ear, his lips lightly grazing against her skin. “You can call me Ben.”
“Well, Ben, would you like to get out of here? I live just down the block.” Natasha whispered back, taking a deep breath as her heart fluttered over the handsome man who was running his hands up and down her bare arms.
He took a step back, his blue eyes burning into hers. “Lead the way, Bella.”
Natasha giggled like a little girl on her first date and took his hand, leading him out into the cold winter night. She shivered slightly, cursing herself for not taking a jacket. After all, it was the dead of winter and it had been unseasonably cold this year, but fashion had been her first priority. Ben wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, his perfect smile beaming down on her as they walked down the street.
“You’ll have to pardon the place. It’s not the best.” Natasha stated, blushing slightly as they came upon her apartment building.
It was rundown to say the least and she hardly ever invited people up to see it, after all, she had a glamorous image to maintain. This guy had such a weird effect on her though and she had invited him without thinking. Ben just smiled as he followed her up the stairs to her sixth floor apartment.
“Why not just take the elevator?” He asked as they stood outside in the dingy hallway, waiting for Natasha to fish out her keys.
“You never take the elevator.” Natasha said with a laugh as she pushed open the door and stepped inside her small apartment.
Ben surveyed the apartment, noting that Natasha was obviously embarrassed by the place. “I didn’t come to see the apartment, but the beautiful person who lives here.”
Natasha turned, blushing slightly as she set her handbag down on her ratty old couch, and giving him a big smile, flashing her perfect white teeth. “Would you like something to drink? Wine, perhaps?”
“Sounds perfect, Bella.” Ben said with a suave smile as he sat down on the couch, watching her as she moved, his eyes taking in every movement of her body beneath the tight black dress.
Natasha worked quickly to prepare the red wine, not wanting to miss a minute with the handsome man staring at her from the couch. She brought out two glasses and, after handing one to him, sat down on the couch, pushing her purse to the floor in her haste. “Bella. That’s an interesting nickname. Do you call all the pretty girls that?”
“Only the ones that take my fancy.”
“Oh?” Natasha asked, looking at him over the rim of the wine glass as she took a drink.
“And how many girls would that be?”
“Two. I’m looking at one of them.”
“And who was the other?”
“My fiancé.” Ben said quickly, downing the wine and rolling the glass between his hands with a sigh.
