She saw him from across the room. He was dressed to the nines in a suit that fitted his body in all the right places. Lucille watched the way he interacted with the big shots around him and idly wondered whether or not it was within her place to formally introduce herself to a man of his status.
Next to her, her friend, Rumi was babbling on about some story when he caught her eye. His hair was slicked back and curled slightly at the ends from the gel he used. His eyes held something akin to disinterest but his nods of approval or assurance betrayed the boredom that laid within them. He stood around a group of older gentlemen who laughed heartily and one clapped a hand over his back from time-to-time. Lucille tried her best to stay inconspicuous whilst shooting him longing glances. She tried her damnest to maintain little details of her otherwise forgotten conversation but ended up engrossed in the possibility of what was going on in the mind, life, and soul of a man as handsome and mysterious as he.
She watched him shake the hand of an older gentlemen with salt and pepper hair when he then turned his head to face her directly and locked solid eyes with her. Shocked and taken aback, his eyes sent a jolt down Lucille's spine as her eyes widened as big as saucers as she quickly averted her gaze and turned back to her former conversation.
Hiro was confused. Since the moment he walked in, he felt the eyes of this woman undressing him all night. She had a dumb look on her face, her eyes glossed over with apparent lust and a childish crush whilst her mouth hung slightly ajar. Such a look would be a turn off for a man like him and considered downright rude, however, it oddly made her seem very cute. She reminded him of a cat staring through the window of a fish shop. Although he didn't directly see her, he would use his peripheral and strategically stood within the circle of businessmen in order to properly see that dumb look on her face and it amused him.
But he wondered, why didn't she just approach him like a normal person if she was this enamored with him? He wasn't going to outwardly stare back at her just yet. When he had just finished shaking hands with a man he knew as Dilan Dartmouth, a business tycoon from Europe, that's when he decided to make it known that he wasn't stupid and knew she was staring him down.
He wanted to smirk at the way she jumped at his pointed stare and how she quickly turned away from him. He sighed and took the time to fully take her in with his full sight. She was a short, slender woman with a dress that hugged her generous curves with love. Her hair was curly and parted down the side, the mass of ebony and honey sweeping her shoulders. The lights in the room were dim but he could still see the red burning her ears like a fire. He didn't understand how could she be so bashful now when she was unashamedly ogling him mere moments ago.
"What's wrong Lucy?" Asked one of her friends who saw her sudden jump.
"Nothing," the shy woman replied back quickly. She mentally chastised herself for staring so hard that he probably felt the heat from her vision.
Hiro raised a brow but turned away when he realized she would not meet his gaze once again. Feeling a little disappointed, he was then whisked away by his assistant to speak to another promising business client.
Lucille's heart couldn't beat any faster. Although she felt his eyes boring holes the size of craters into her body, she tried her best to loosen up and talk smoothly with her friends.
She laughed at a joke her co-worker, Jackson, had said and playfully slapped his shoulder. When she felt at ease enough, a nagging sense of curiosity gnawed at her again. Trying to play it off, she turned at an angle to catch another glimpse of the mysterious business man and saw that he was talking to a lady scantily clad in a dress that fell off her like sparkly ocean waves of green. Her hair was parted and voluptuously curled to perfection whilst framing her sharp and almond-shaped face. Lucille felt out of her league while watching how the lady's thin crimson lips curl with lustful intent as she listened to the mysterious man.
She wondered if he was as enamored with her as Lucille was and turned away a little defeated.
Hiro was impatient with the woman before him. She was the wife of one of his business partners and she insisted on dropping sexual hints on him during their intended platonic conversation.
He stole a glance behind the lady and towards the odd woman's way and saw her turning away from his direction. For a moment he wondered if she saw him and hoped she didn't get an idea from this interaction that he may be interested in a gold digger like her-
Wait, what was he thinking?! He shouldn't care about the opinion of a woman he didn't even know. How foolish of him to even think of such a laughable notion.
He wanted to roll his eyes and remind the lady in front of him of the diamond ring she donned and the binding symbol it held, but he bit his tongue out of respect for his colleague.
Instead, he turned his gaze passed the lady again and locked eyes with molten dark brown. She didn't turn away this time, instead she held his gaze for a moment and he smirked at her.
Lucille felt like a deer in headlights but she didn't dare shy away again. She shot him a smile and waved a little his way. Hiro lifted a brow and smirked.
The lady he was supposed to be talking to- Crystal was her name- hadn't caught on to Hiro's disinterest and continued her one-sided conversation about herself.
Lucille's eyes wandered down his body which she could tell was well toned beneath clothing that molded so well against him. She snapped her eyes back to his face and found a lecherous smirk staining his lips that foretold of something naughty. She bit her lip and winked.
Ah, so she was interested in him after all, huh? He imitated her gaze and swept over her body with a lustful look akin to the one she did moments ago. He didn't understand his interest with a woman like her, didn't understand why he did what he did, but it was something different and he liked it.
Lucille smiled before playing a little hard to get and turned back around to her friends, leaving their silent conversation hanging. All the while, she was squealing like a schoolgirl inside at her bold actions. She was never one to outwardly flirt because of her shyness, but she was feeling awfully spirited tonight and wondered where this would take her.
She excused herself from her friends and walked towards the punch bowl, making sure to swing her hips a little as she went. She stopped at the punch table and poured herself some of the green concoction into her cup. Turning around, her eyes instantly locked onto her target.
Hiro's smirk couldn't get any wider as he watched her toy with him. She pursed her lips into a mischievous smile and sipped her punch.
Hiro's brow furrowed at her action and decided two could play that game and excused himself from his former conversation before easing through the crowd.
Just as she tried to pick back up on conversation, she felt a hand rest on her lower back and turned to see the apple of her eye joining the semi-circle of her friends and co-workers.
"Good evening everyone, I trust the party is to your liking?" Said Hiro to the group. He raised a brow when everyone including the girl who was ogling him stood with their jaw in their lap.
One of her friends, Sarah, was the first to break from her stupor and speak. "Y-Yes, Mr. Kaneshiro."
