As soon as I stepped into the room, I knew this was going to be one hell of a night. I had been prepped on what to expect, but I still wasn't prepared for this. Where had these people been hiding? This was certainly not your normal crowd.
The men moved with the grace and dignity of the ancestors, and the women seemed to float on mid-air. All the beauty in the room was nearly too much for me to handle. For a moment, I began to question if I even belonged.
After scanning the room in amazement, I decided to find the ladies room and try to regain my composure. Once safely inside a locked stall, I let out a deep sigh, re-adjusted my lace satin bra, straightened my silk fitted pants suit and prepared myself to go mingle.
I touched up my make-up on the way out, gave myself the once over in the full length mirror near the door.
Damn! I forgot how good I looked. My perfect coke-bottle shape fit snugly into my red satin one-piece. My cherry red and silver stilettos set my outfit off just right. Those and the perfect, sparkling diamond earrings and necklace. The spaghetti straps rested beautifully on my smooth mahogany shoulders and revealed my shapely arms perfectly.
Yes... I definitely belonged here.
I stepped out of the ladies room with the confidence of a queen and strode proudly toward the bar. I noticed the many stares and double takes of men and women alike as I passed. My confidence grew, a warm strength radiating from my core.
Once at the bar, I ordered an apple martini and settled onto a barstool. I resumed my scan of the crowd. I couldn't help but notice a small group seated at a table directly to my left. Of all the magnificence in the room, this table contained the best of the best, every beautiful shade of brown imaginable; from deep dark chocolate to creamy caramel.
As I studied the beauty before me, one of the men in particular caught my gaze. I was immediately mesmerized. He was a strikingly delightful shade of smooth medium light brown, like a delicious cup of cappuccino. He wore shoulder length, well manicured locks that fit him to a tee. His teeth were perfectly straight and as pearly white as a Crest T.V. commercial. He wore an all white linen suit with a small gold bracelet.
Our eyes met. I nearly spilled my drink and slipped off my barstool. This man was simply gorgeous. We sat staring into each others eyes for what seemed like hours, until finally I broke free from his spell and turned to face the bar. I calmed the raging storm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach and ordered another drink. As I handed the bar tender the money, I heard what sounded like the voice of a god asking if anyone was sitting on the stool next to me.
I shook my head. "No, feel free."
I took my change and slid it into my small silver hand purse. I smiled politely as I glanced up. To my delight, it was the gentleman I had been entranced by only moments ago. He sat down beside me and introduced himself.
"Osirious Black," he said as he held out his hand.
"Traci Moore." I placed my hand in his huge warm palm. I felt tingles shoot up my spine and an instant throbbing in my most sensitive area. I was shocked by the intense reaction I had to a simple handshake. This was not, however, a simple man by far.
"I noticed you from my table and was compelled to come over and introduce myself. You look like someone I would want to know," he said.
"Oh really?" is the only answer I could mutter. The smell of his cologne made it hard for me to concentrate.
"Yes, really. You stand out and in a crowd like this, that's impressive."
He smiled, revealing those beautiful perfect teeth. I found myself staring at his succulent, soft lips, imagining them planting delicate kisses all over my body. I felt my red satin t- backs become damp.
"Well, thank you," I smiled back, "this is quite a crowd, I must say. I was pleasantly surprised."
He nodded and his locks swayed softly onto his shoulder. We sat in silence for a moment. I finished off my drink.
"Can I buy you another?" He motioned for the bartender before I could even reply. "So, are you meeting someone here or did you come with anyone?"
"Actually, no," I replied. "I'm new in town and I heard about this place from a co-worker and just thought I'd come check it out."
"I see. Well, I'm glad you did. I knew you weren't from around here."
"And how did you know that? Are you saying that I don't fit in?" I gave him a coy smile.
He chuckled. "No, actually you don't. Most women are usually in groups here. Your confidence is intriguing. That's why I had to meet you. I love a woman with confidence."
He gazed into my eyes with such intensity I felt my gateway moisten and pulsate. How this perfect stranger could affect me like this was puzzling but enticing.
"Well, thank you." I licked my lips softly and begin to sway to the music. "I'm starting to feel these martinis," I admitted.