It's him!
No, it can't be!
What were the odds of walking into a nightclub in London and seeing the guy she had been chatting to on MySpace? Astronomical!
Lexy stared at the guy standing at the bar with a glass of red wine in his hand. It had to be Wayneβshe'd gazed at his picture often enough to recognize him, but he was even more impressive in the flesh.
Why didn't I dress to impress tonight? she asked herself crossly.
Sod's Law she hadn't made an effort for the first time in a long time. Her friends had dragged her kicking and screaming along to The B-List, a new West End nightclub. Earlier in the day she'd had her legs waxed, then gone for her weekly pedicure and manicure before going to the sauna for a quick steam. She had taken a nap before having a nice long bath hoping that either would make her more enthusiastic but when she'd finally gotten out of the scented bubbles she'd still felt no desire for a night out. She'd dressed to suit her mood: long-sleeved red silk shirt and loose-fitting black trousers, hoping that the guys would leave her alone for a change. She'd even put her hair up into a French roll instead of letting it flow down her back and caress the top of her pert backside.
Damn!
She didn't realize that she was staring at him until he smiled across at her. She smiled hesitantly in response thinking that he could be smiling at someone behind her. Surely, he couldn't be impressed with her school-teacher-on-a-night-out ensemble!
Picking up his drink, he started heading in her direction.
He couldn't be coming over to her!
"Hi, beautiful," he said in a velvet deep voice as soon as he got close enough to be heard over the music.
Beautiful? Perhaps he needs glasses, she thought, trying hard not to laugh.
"Hi, sexy," she responded.
He laughed and moved closer. "Why aren't you dancing?"
Her friends were all on the dance floor shaking their asses but she couldn't be bothered. "I don't feel like dancing."
"What do you feel like doing then?"