"Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous."
It was Thursday evening; Evan was heading to Toxic Cherry, the club he worked at. His shift was starting at 7, but as usual he was there earlier.
Evan was in his early twenties, tall, dark and handsome. Hazel eyes, a killer smile that of which could make any woman's legs give out from under her and to top it all off, his beautiful body was covered in tattoos. The ultimate bad-boy image.
He was a barman and host at the club, and a pretty good one too. He had a good way with people. The place had started filling. With the usual group who were there most nights, but Evan knew tonight he should see her again. And as the thought accrued to him, she walked in. As if she was on cue.
Every Thursday evening for the last few months or so she would arrive at around 9:30, order a few drinks, martinis, never more then 3, dry, with extra olives. He had always wondered about her but they never really spoke.
She never really spoke...
Instead she would stare at him, her eyes focused on him and only him. She watches his every move. Finish her drink and leave. Evan didn't mind, it had nothing to do with the fact that she always left a big tip at the end, but more to do with the fact that she fascinated him.
The mysterious woman.
He liked the idea that she could be undressing him with her eyes. And that he felt she played a little hard to get!
However this Thursday was different.
The beautiful redhead got onto the seat precisely in the middle of the bar, it was her usual seat. She ordered a Jack Daniels, on the rocks.
Evan gazed at her with wide eyes and she gave him a shy smile.
He thought to himself how breath-taking she was as he poured her drink.
She was about average height for a woman, but it fit her perfectly. She had curves in all of the right places and she always looked stunning. She was fit. So fucken fit! A real jaw dropper!
Whenever she came to the club she always dressed more or less the same... A curve hugging black knee length dress and heels. Her hair was always up. Very sophisticated.
All eyes on her as she stepped into the club.
Evan thought she might be a business woman, although the club was black tie, she stood out from the other woman. She looked too independent to be a house wife and she didn't wear a ring...
She always came alone and left alone. She also never met up with any guy or girl at the club; this had Evan even more curious.
He slid the drink towards her and as she took the glass from him, her hand touched his. And he stared into her bold blue eyes.
She took a sip of her drink and slipped off the bar chair into the crowd with inviting eyes on Evan.
Without thinking twice Evan followed her.
It was hard keeping up with her as the club had now been packed completely.
He had lost her in the crowd, the lights were flashing and the smoke from the fog machines had covered the floor. Evan stood leaning against the wall at the end of the dance floor trying to spot her. As he turned to head back to the bar two pale slim arms wrapped around him from behind.
He turned around, their eyes met and it was as if there was an instant spark between them. They had chemistry!
She threw her arms around his neck, they moved to the rhythm of the music, not taking their eyes off of each other.
Evan kissed her and lifted her around his waist. Pushed her against the wall and kissed her more.
It had suddenly become very hot, very fast!
Evan had his hands gripping her perfectly tight butt, their bodies tightly against each other, and her fingers going through his hair. Kissing her neck and then going back to her plump soft lips. Evan thought to himself for how long he wanted to do this. From the moment he had laid eyes on her, he had wanted to kiss her and so much more!
She smelt so good, her dress had pulled up around her waist and Evan wondered if he would be able to get this woman wet. If she had already become wet, the thought was pleasant and pleasing!
He wanted her right there! Right now!
Slipping into her and hearing her moan, the possibility made him hard.
Feeling him grown below her she tightened her grip around him.
A fight broke out on the dance floor, before Evan could let his mysterious woman down to go investigate the fight, she had placed a note in his waistcoat's pocket and whispered in his ear...
"Pour votre plaisir asussi bien que pour moi"
Translating: For your pleasure as well as mine.
After sorting out the scene Evan went back to see if she was still there but she had left. He took out the note to see what it said.
He thought it would be her number but it wasn't, it was an address, was it hers?
Building 13, Apartment 7, Roseville Avenue.
24 June, 12h00, On se voit lĂ -bas
(See you there).
Lana
xoxo
Ahhhh! She has a name, his mysterious woman has a name and she's French! Evan had studied French as a subject in school. Thank god for that!
"Lana", her name smoothly rolled off his tongue.
And Evan liked the sound of it...
He stupidly grinned to himself and thought of how he wanted to hold her again.
The 24th, that was in 6 days?!
Evan wondered to himself if he should go...
If he should wait till the 24th?
It felt too long to wait; he wanted to see her now! And he already has her address. If it's really hers.
What would happen on the 24th?