Amelia danced under the hot neon lights for what seemed like hours. Her body had a slight sheen but it only made the men drool more. Her 5'5" frame was small in height but it didn't matter. Her breasts were an ample D as the rested perkily in her silk halter. Her waist was thin but not sickeningly so and her hips were wider with a pert, round ass. Her legs were slightly muscled and smooth under her tight jeans that rested low on her hips.
She took a break from dancing and sat down on one of the available couches. A voice caught her ear from behind.
"May I offer to buy you a drink?" A smoothly bass voice asked.
"No thank you re-" She stopped talking when she turned around, her mouth hung open.
The man before her was gorgeous. He looked to be about 6'4", his shoulders broad. His hair was dark brown and was set in loose curls upon his head. His face was chiseled and stong with his jaw angular. His lips sensuous and perfectly delectable. But his eyes. Those were a phenomenon. Like blue crystal flaked with silver. They shined brightly even under the low light.
She suddenly changed her mind and nodded a yes. He smiled and his dazzling white teeth made her stop breathing. He offered his arm to her and she accepted, feeling the firmness of the muscle there. He led her over to the bar and waved to the bartender. He hurried over to them and smiled at Amelia. She was used to the attention but she didn't even notice. She was concerned right now with her delicious companion.
"What would you like?" He asked, his voice melodic music.
"Just a martini if you don't mind." She smiled brightly.
"Not at all." He smiled back.
The bartender got their drinks and set them down on the bar. Amelia didn't know what to say to this gorgeous new stranger.
"It has occurred to me, beautiful, that I do not know your name yet."
"Amelia, Amelia Ranaldi." She told him, shaking his outstretched hand.
"Hunter, Hunter Kale." He smiled widely, shaking back.
She didn't know what to say to him. She was never at a loss for words but she definitely had no idea what to say to someone so attractive. Any compliment he's probably heard a billion times. He seemed to know what she was thinking and his lips curled up into a small smile. He just chuckled and looked over his drink at her.
She was utterly confused. There was no way he could read her mind or anything. Things like that just didn't happen. He paused a moment and set his glass back on the bar. He leaned in a little closer to her and she could smell his expensive cologne. She breathed it deeply.
"Would you like to maybe go somewhere more quiet?" He asked her, his husky voice close to her ear.
She knew she should say no but she couldn't resist. Just the smell of him was making her lightheaded. She nodded and he took her drink from her, setting it down with his and took a hold of her hand. She shivered at the coolness of his touch. He led her through the myriad of people and finally they came to a set of stairs. The body guard at the bottom simply smiled and allowed them entrance.
Hunter led her up the stairs and they came into a beautiful blue room, almost the color of his eyes. It was decorated with couches, chairs and a bar. Just like a lounge. This was not their destination however, she realized when he kept walking. He led her through a door in the back and they came into more intimate surroundings.
The room was much smaller with one couch and three chairs. A small personal bar was in the back corner and a flat screen television on the wall. He let go of her hand and walked over to press a button on the wall. It suddenly split apart and moved away to reveal a huge sound system. He pressed play and smooth jazz filled the room, relaxing her.
He gestured for her to sit down and she took a place on the red suede couch. He sat next to her, close but not too close. She could still smell the sweet scent of his body. She felt as if she was in a deep dream as the music caressed her ears. He smiled over at her, making her brain fuzz.
"Is everything OK my dear?" He asked, taking hold of her hand, looking concerned.
