This dreary party was not Nick's style. All of his conservative friends and co-workers giving themselves an excuse to act up and out of character with the aid of Jack Daniels and few attractive women; both bought with their business accounts.
Nick stood alone with a drink in his hand, looking around his friend's modern penthouse condo. All of his friends are making jackasses of themselves as they attempt to dance with the hired girls. Being paid for their company, they make them feel like Ricky Martin has nothing compared to them, and they dance along. That's why they get paid. There are a few girls that were not hired and came just for the party, to unwind after a rough week. These girls rolled their eyes at the men dancing.
Taking a sip of the drink, he loosens the tie around his neck and made way for the lounge. He needed a smoke, and didn't want to get too trashed; he had an appointment tomorrow morning he could not miss. His uptight friend only allowed smoking in one room, so for a cigarette, he must pull himself from all the excitement. 'What a shame.' he said to himself.
The lounge was small with a few couches and chairs. A stereo played some smooth jazz and the lights were dim to give a relaxing feel to the room. George, his co-worker, sat with a girl Nick never saw before on one of the couches. She had her hand on his thigh and giggled obnoxiously. 'Must be hired, George isn't funny. Ever.' He sat a few feet away on a chair just as they began kissing.
He lit a cigarette and looked to his left at the ashtray and saw sitting on the other side of the table was another woman. She looked over at him and then turned away. Either uninterested or playing hard to get. She kept her head turned but averted her eyes to his stare and his smile. He looked her up and down, for she was beautiful. He didn't know if she was a paid object or not, but at this point he didn't really care. She was wearing a red dress that held her body so tight it looked like skin. The dress was short and stopped high enough to give a glimpse of her black underwear when she crossed her legs. When he looked down at her legs, he dropped his jaw. The most amazing legs he has ever seen were right in front of him. She wore a pair of tight black boots that clung to her calf and under right under the knee. Now, Nick wasn't a 'leg man'; he goes immediately for a woman's face or hands, but her legs were something else. She knew it as well, because she smirked at his open mouth, knocking Nick back to reality. He cleared his throat then took another drag of his cigarette, looking out the window to his right.
George and the woman stood up and left closing the door behind them. He looked back at her as she tossed her medium brown hair and leaned over to put out her cigarette. She took a sip of her drink and let the ice clink back into the empty glass. She stood up and walked to the table next to the door, which had bottles of liquor standing half empty. Filling her glass, she bent slightly and rubbed her calves together making his mouth water at the sight of them. He wanted them, and with the few drinks in him already, he was convinced he could have them.
He probably could have her. Nick was attractive and took care of himself. He could have a number of women. His problem was that he was picky. Right now, his standards were all fulfilled in this woman, and plus some. He was going to have her. She sat back down and leaned over to him.
"You don't say much, do you?" she said with a slight giggle.
He smirked and said, "Not really. I prefer action to drama."
She laughed and said, "Really, well, you must have a pretty exciting lifestyle. Quiet, but exciting."
"I guess you could say I am exciting. But it depends on what sense you mean."
Her eyebrows went up and said, "Well, I'm not exactly sure what sense, but maybe you could let me know how exciting you really are."
He stood up and walked over to her. Her legs crossed again in front of him and he leaned over her, putting one hand on the back of her chair, bringing his face close to hers.
"I can let you know whatever you want, sweets. But as I've said, I prefer action to drama."
