Naomi noticed him in her peripheral vision, he was coming her way. Might as well just be bold she thought, so she turned completely around and stared at him full on.
Doug was a tad shocked when he saw her turn around and stare at him as he walked up towards huge bar area. But, he wasn't disappointed, she stood with her hip out sexy and luscious, her body was long but she wasn't a skinny beanpole. Which was good, because he'd always liked women with some meat on their bones just more to hold on to during the naughty parts. He had to just imagine what she looked like under that jacket but if those two protrusions on her chest told him anything she was well-endowed, very well indeed, her hips were round and looked as if they tapered into a small waist and those legs were just his undoing, they looked toned under those jeans, I bet they went on forever he thought.
He couldn't keep his eyes from devouring her body as he looked up at her face again he noticed as before she wasn't smiling, uh-oh he thought. Even though her smile was hidden, the beauty of her face was not. She had this wonderful smooth skin, creamy like melted chocolate and large almond-shaped eyes and they were this wonderful piercing brown, the color of pecans almost. Perfect nose, not tiny but not extremely wide, those full kissable lips, the bottom slightly larger than the top and it looked so suckable Doug fantasized about taking that bottom lip and making it his own. She had coal black hair, stick straight and parted on one side, the front was longer than the back just past her shoulders and it was thick. Did he really think he was going to give up women for any period of time with this woman walking the earth, she just had this regal air about her, she seemed almost unapproachable but Doug had been known for his risk-taker bravado and it had never failed him.
She still hadn't smiled at him, he wondered if she actually smiled or were her teeth crooked or yellow or something. No, he banished that thought she looks like perfection why would her teeth be any different. He kept moving towards her slowly approaching with a little swagger in his step.
Naomi was watching him as he moved closer to her, he had real grace for a man so tall, he stood maybe 6'2" or 6'3" she guessed. She noticed his eyes drinking her in and she thought, well let him get a good look at me and this way I can get a good look at him. As she looked him up and down she thought to herself, my goodness he looks ready to ride. Her face never betrayed her thoughts though, the one thing that you learn being a Princess is how to always look stoic, it's a requirement. You can never let anyone be aware in the slightest of what you're thinking. She just looked as her eyes moved down his body, taking him in and back up again but her head never stretched a muscle.
He was tall, she liked tall men, her father was a tall, big man she figured that's were she got it from. King Milo was tall, big with caramel skin and light brown eyes and an intimidating glare. She was glad he didn't have one of those, he wasn't particularly tanned the way all the white people are when they come to Bocara Island and when they leave but it looked like he spent some time in the sun, he had slight golden tint to his skin. His body was lean and muscular, she could tell even with the clothes on, when you've seen tourist after tourist invade your island home for their vacation pleasure, you know bodies. He was wearing what looked like brown motorcycle boots, jeans that left nothing to the imagination, a large brown bomber jacket and a burgundy turtleneck sweater under it. His chest and shoulders were wide, the jacket hid his arms but they were still massive, he looked like he worked out, good she wanted him to be in good shape. He had a long neck with a small adam's apple protruding out it looked fairly lickable thought Naomi.
Then she got to the best part his face, that face, he looked like a male model except he was prettier than any she'd seen, he had chestnut brown hair a little shaggy but it looked cute on him in tousled little boy kind of way. A nose that was almost straight but it looked like it may have been broken once before, nice firm lips, an angular strong jaw, and deep set eyes, she couldn't tell if they were blue or grey when she looked at him before, maybe they were both. As she perused his face at her leisure, he smiled and those two big dimples appeared. She sucked in a breath, but shielded the reaction so he couldn't see it, he was beautiful. He reminded her of young Hugh Jackman, one of her favorite movie stars although as a Princess it would be gauche to say so out loud. That's okay for now she would just think it and think it hard.
When he finally stood in front of her, she looked up at him and turned her back to him.
Doug was confused. She was just staring at me like the last pork chop on the plate, now she plays the uninterested role, oh this chick is just too much, he thought to himself. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled and said "hello."
Finally he thought a grin, her teeth and smile are perfect, "Uh, hey how you doing?" Doug asks trying to play it smooth now that he's heard her voice he's ready to pop a woody, it's deep and sexy like her he suspects.
"I'm fine, just enjoying the fest." She answers nonchalantly. She turns back toward the crowded bar area shuffling closer to maybe getting a drink. She closes her eyes taking in the sound of that masculine timbre that is his voice, it's smooth and a little cocky and that wonderful smell, he just smells, clean, the way a man should. She's beginning to like him.
"That's good, you shouldn't have come up here to get a beer. It's way too crowded. What's going on with your server?" he comments.
Naomi tells him somewhat peeved, "I don't know she doesn't come around much, maybe she's not interested in serving us because we're a bunch of girls." That porno star version of a Heidi look alike they had as a beer wench had been snotty to them all day.
Doug laughs a little, a deep rumble she enjoys hearing, "Oh, that's wrong. Hey, let's see if I can muscle through this crowd and get you some quicker service."
She turns to look at him and notices that his eyes have turned more grey than blue they must change according to his mood. He looked in full determination mode now he wanted to make his way through this crowd so he takes her hand in his and starts nudging his way through. Naomi almost pulls her hand back, taking the hand of a Princess without her offering it was akin to sacrilege in her country. But, she had to remember while she was on this vacation, at this Oktoberfest celebration, she was not a Princess. So she just went with him as he dragged her through the crowd to the front, she admired his determination, Americans she thought they don't let anything or anyone stand in there way.
She hears him every once in awhile say, "watch it man, I'm trying to get through," "excuse me please we're coming by," or the always polite, "uh, you need to move." She just smiles to herself but they do get up to the front even though there were some German swear words she heard as they passed.
"So how many do you need?" he asked as the bartender came up to them.
Naomi thought all the time she'd been gone, Freddy had probably stopped nursing her beer and it was gone. "Three."
He turned to the guy behind the bar dressed in lederhosen and said, "Yea, can I get three Hofbraus." The guy asked him something and he repeated, "Yea, I said three" and put up three fingers to illustrate. After the guy turned to start filling those gigantic glasses they called steins, he turned on her again and smiled. He was hot, maybe he could qualify for her vacation fling, she wondered.
"What you thinking?" he asked.
"Hmmm, why ask that?" she looked up at him confused.
"Cause your brows came together like you were deep in thought and when I want to know something I ask."
She could admire that trait but she wasn't telling him what she was thinking. "Nothing. Just wondering why this place is so crowded," she looked around and he looked also.
"Hey, it's Oktoberfest, time to party." He shouted loudly as he pumped his fist in the air.
Naomi laughed, he seemed like a lot of fun. The bartender came back with the three steins and he gathered them between his fingers into his hands and hefted them up.
"You need some help carrying those?" she asked putting her hands out towards him.
"No problem, just help me make our way out of here. I'm cool carrying this." She noticed he had strong, big hands, very deft fingers, maybe that hand ridiculousness Freddy and Zoe kept spouting had some truth behind it. She maneuvered their way through the crowded bar area and back towards their table, once they got close to where his two friend were sitting, she turned to him and said "Oh, thank you so much that was truly chivalrous of you. " she smiled a him, he noticed she had slight English accent very faint though.
"It was nothing, my lady." He said.
She reached for the beer steins to relieve him of them before they went their separate ways.
"Oh no, I'll take these to your table. It's not a problem."
"You sure?" she asked, "it's not far just a little ways up but you don't have to do that."
