At first glance, she had to raise her eyebrows and tilt her head forward to get a better look. Yes, it was definitely him, the guy she had been watching from her seat at the bar. Now that the lights were dimmed for the band that had just stepped onstage, he must have decided that was the time to go to the bar and stand a foot away from her, waiting to get the attention of the bartender.
She watched him order a beer and turn to watch the guys on the stage bounce around with their guitars. She wondered silently if he had noticed her watching him when he turned to retrieve his beer and their eyes met.
Her heart skipped a beat. The length of his long dark brown hair that trailed down his back nearly touching his ass was nothing compared to the intense blue in his eyes. She found both of these physical traits mesmerizing. She tried not to smile when his eyes widened slightly. She was staring at him pretty hard. He was probably frightened by now. She giggled and her heart skipped another beat when an instant smile spread across his face.
He moved closer to speak to her and her breath caught in her throat.
"Hello there!" he called over the noise of the band.
"Hi!" she called back.
He tilted his head toward the stage without taking his eyes from hers. "You like these guys?"
She managed to tear her eyes away from him long enough to give the band a once-over. "I've never heard them before. They're okay, I guess."
"You wanna go somewhere a little more quiet?"
It was like a dream. All of her caution and inhibitions about leaving a bar with a stranger vanished when he held his hand out to her. She had been attracted to him just from the sight of him across the room. When she let him take her by the hand and lead her across the room, she was instantly sure that he was The One.
There were several other rooms in the bar and she found herself walking up two flights of stairs to the third floor, where the lights were still dim but the music was low and there were couples spread all through the room, at the tables, on long red velvet couches, even sitting on the floor in small groups of two or three.
She followed him to a dark corner, where two small candles were mounted on the walls behind the V-shaped couch that was cozily tucked into where the walls met. She watched the candlelight flicker across his blue eyes as she sat across from him.
Once they were both seated and comfortable, he leaned forward again and held out his hand. "I'm Brian." he said. She suddenly noticed he had a deep, smooth, incredibly sexy voice.
She wondered if he would notice her blushing in the dim candlelight. She took his hand, shook it lightly and replied, "Julia."
"It's nice to meet you, Julia." The sound of her name falling from his perfect lips made her skin tingle. "What kinds of things do you like to do?"
I can think of a million things I'd like to do to you. She thought and then blushed even deeper. "Oh, I don't know. I work on computers. I like science fiction books and movies and stuff. General shit, you know."
He was nodding. "Do you like cartoons?"
She smiled wide. "I sure do. Do you?"
He nodded again. "You looked like a cartoon person to me. I mean, that you like cartoons, not that you look like a cartoon." He chuckled gently. The sound made every nerve in her body stand at attention. Her eyes dropped to his smiling lips. She could just feel those lips on her own. She doubted that before the night was done, she would not feel them. She resisted the urge to just grab him and be done with it, but she had to be more careful. She had just met him after all, and no matter what chemistry she felt surging between them, she was still a helpless, hapless female and had to take all the normal precautions. One of them was not coming off as being the biggest slut in the city.
She had been cautious up to now. Now, with this man sitting across from her, staring into her eyes and being as quiet as a mouse, she felt all her strength slipping away.
He began to talk to her. He kept his voice low and his eyes trailed the room every few seconds, as if he was watching to make sure no one was listening to their conversation, even though the things they spoke about were general and of no interest to anyone but the two of them. She noticed but paid it no heed, just let herself melt in the sound of his deep voice, at times pretending that he was whispering in her ear, whispering words of undying devotion and love. The thought made her giggle. No matter how preposterous, she felt a strong sense of anticipation, as if he had already agreed that they would be together.
After an hour or so, they had consumed a few drinks but the buzz she felt from the drinks was nothing compared to the depth of her lust. She had started looking desperately for something to focus on besides his eyes, his voice. She didn't want to appear stupid, but she would rather have just sat there and listened to him recite the Gettysburg Address than be forced to carry on an intelligent conversation with him. She was finding it hard to focus. When he reached out and placed on hand on her thigh and squeezed it gently, she felt like a crazed bunny-rabbit out of a Stephen King novel, ready to pounce and consume him entirely. Her eyes dropped to his hand and she gasped and held her breath for a moment.
