The silence of the night surrounded her, pressing on her with its serenity, attempting to ease her anxiety. She could not be soothed though. Rampant feelings that she wasn't used to, had truly never experienced before surged through her body, setting her on edge. Her heels clicked softly along the paved path as she looked up at the sky.
Why had she gone there tonight? Why had she dressed in such a way? She could still feel the power his gaze had held over her. She sighed and allowed her mind to drift back over the night's events.
It felt like every eye was on her as she walked into the room. Her stilettos clicked against the hard wood floor as she bypassed the dance floor and moved over to the bar. The skirt of her red and black outfit swayed from side to side with each step, the red strip flowing against her knee while the black rested a few inches above it. The blouse hung loosely off her shoulders; plunging low across her breasts, showing off a generous proportion of skin that bounced just enough to catch attention with each step she took.
She knew how she looked in this outfit. She looked like a vixen. She had finished the look off with a black lace choker around her neck, and just a hint of red lipstick. She sat down between a man and a woman, and smiled at the bartender. "Hello Mick."
"Shana. It's good to see you." He let his eyes slide over her slowly. "Very good in fact. What's the occasion?"
She shook her head and smiled, causing a wisp of curl to fall past her ear. "No occasion. I just felt like dressing up."
He reached across the bar and tucked the curl back behind her ear. His fingers brushed down the side of her cheek and she almost forgot how to breathe. "You should dress up more often."
"Maybe I will."
"I'll be off for the night in about ten. Care to dance then?" She nodded slowly, unable to break her gaze from his. It was with a very slow precision that he leaned across the bar and brought his lips over hers; deepening the kiss enough to make her want more before he pulled away. "Ten minutes."
Ten minutes had never seemed longer in Shana's life. She watched everything around her all the while aware of every move he made without even watching. It was like her senses were attuned to his body, but yet she still jumped when he tapped her on the back of the shoulder. He had unbuttoned his black shirt away from his neck and was grinning down at her, holding out his hand. "I believe that you owe me a dance."
When she placed her hand in his it was like a small shock of electricity went through her body. He smiled as he pulled her to a corner of the dance floor and then pulled her up against his body as the song switched. It was slow and seductive, and the beat seemed to match her heart, as she pressed to him, very aware of the hard contours rippling against her soft body. She slipped her arms around him, pressing her soft curves to his hard planes as they swayed back and forth. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, gently parting her lips and seducing her tongue. His hand slid lower over her back, resting on her hip, slipping low enough to tease one cheek as he pulled her lower body snug against his. She gasped as she felt just how hard he truly was pressing against her and she could have sworn she heard him groan. But just as he did the other bartender called out to him and he sighed, dropping his head back.
"Shana⦠I'll be right back. I swear I will. Don't go anywhere."
She nodded somewhat dumbly as she backed away from the dance floor and into a secluded booth. She watched as Mick made his way back over to the bar and leaned across it again, talking with Joe. Joe was the over night bartender. He always took over when Mick went off the clock. It was as she watched a tall, leggy brunette join them that she realized something. She didn't have a prayer in the world. She had no clue what she was doing.
Mick was the kind of guy who always got the girl, the tall, willowy, super sexy girl.
She bolted. As quickly and quietly as she could she made for the door and when she glanced over her shoulder she saw the brunette lean in close to Mick and trail her fingers down his arm.