You lock eyes with me from across the room. I can feel your intensity even from the 50 feet or so we are a part. I bite my lip out of habit. I know my cheeks have become red because there you are, smirking that devilish smirk at me. That "did I do that?" smirk you give me every time you make me blush.
I am watching at your every movement. Every move you make is sex. I watch you grab a drink from the tray that the nervous, young, gorgeous server holds out for you. I watch you thank her, she smiles nervously. You chat her up, get her blushing in no time. You are so sexy. You are something straight from GQ magazine the way your tailored suit hugs your every muscles. You opted for the brown shoes, brown belt look with your grey 2 piece suit. My favorite. Your clothes fit you better than hands fit gloves and I am pooling wetness between my legs just looking at you.
The server is laughing now and flipping her hair. I can see her push your shoulder lightly, in a playful flirty way. I feel heat rush to my cheeks. No way is this jealousy. Not her. Not here! You're here with me. I need to relax. I turn on my bar stool and ask the bar tender for a captain and diet. I down that. It isn't hitting me quick enough because as I peak behind my shoulder, there you are smiling from ear to ear. The server is still there and now she is twirling her hair around her finger. You notice me staring and squint your eyes at me. I instantly turn in my chair.
"Three shots of whiskey please. Your finest." He smiles at me.
"You don't seem like a whiskey kind of girl," he chuckles. I smile back.
"No? Try me!" He pours me my shots and I down them back to back.
"Jeez, I stand corrected! You're a whiskey goblin looks like," he jokes. I smile softly. I am feeling better now because when I look back at you, the heat in my cheeks isn't from you reading the server's palm, but from the burn of my "eff this" shots.
"What brings you here? This place doesn't seem like your crowd." I let out a sigh.
"I'm here with my husband. His job sent us here on business. This gala is for the company's new acquisition. You're right, not my crowd at all." He nods and pours me one more.
"Which one is your husband?" He asks.
"The one about to bend that server over the table over there."
He looks over at you two and then back at me quizzically.
"It's not what you think," I chuckle. "It's a weird sex thing we do." And whoops why did I let that slip. He smiles knowingly. I take my shot.
"No need to explain. I guess that means I have a chance here afterall?" He asks. I smile. He pours another shot. I take it.
"Well see it isnt like that," I slur.
"No?" He asks and brushes hair behind my ear.
