Walking back out of the bathroom, I take the black lace strapless bra and matching panties out of the bag and think of Nick’s comment. I laugh to myself. Does he have no filter?
My mind drifts for a brief moment and I wonder what’s underneath his clothes. He is one of the sexiest men I’ve even seen. And not having had sex in a few months, this godly-looking man has me all hot and bothered. I have to stop thinking about him. I need a drink, but just one. I don’t need to end tonight like last night, in a man’s bed.
I quickly put my bra and panties on and then the black stockings. I step into the black strapless tight fitting dress and pull it up. After zipping it, I put on the new black pumps. I reach for my purse to take out my spare earrings. They are silver hoops with black diamonds. They go prefect with this dress.
My cell phone beeps, letting me know I have a text message. I pull it out of my purse and slide it open. It’s a number I do not recognize.
Come down to Mist and have a drink with me, please.
This is Nicholas, if you are wondering.
He has my number?
“How the hell does he have my number?” I say out loud. I stop for a moment, eyeing my phone. I know I didn’t give it to him and I know Jenny would not have either. My personal cell number isn’t printed on any of my business cards, so how did he get it? Should I be worried about this? He doesn’t come off like a weirdo stalker, but it’s not like I have ever had a stalker before. I push the thought away and grab my purse before heading out the door to Mist.
Mist is a popular bar at The Cove. It usually has a live band every night and there’s a dance floor. Ben and I love to dance, so we have enjoyed a few Friday nights there in the past.
When I reach the entrance, I quickly scan the room, but I don’t see him. Then again, I didn’t reply back to him saying I was coming down. I walk to the bar and I’m immediately asked what I want. Service at this hotel is like no other.
“I’ll have a glass of Kendall Jackson’s Riesling, please.” I need to go easy on the alcohol tonight. No need for any repeats.
The bartender brings my wine to me and I take it from his hands as I feel someone behind me. I know it’s him even before he speaks. I’m beginning to like the warmth that tickles my skin when he is present.
Nick places a hand at the small of my back and the other on my shoulder. The hand on my lower back stays in place, but he moves his other one slowly down my arm until he reaches my hand. Lacing his with mine he says, “Come with me.”
He’s not asking, and he doesn’t wait for my response before he’s pulling me by the hand and leading me to a small booth in a back corner. It’s a circular booth, and from here the sound from the band isn’t so loud. We will be able to speak in normal voices instead of having to yell over the music.
He waits for me to enter the booth and then moves in next to me. Not across from me like a normal person would do, but next to me.
“Thank you,” he says, settling in the booth. We are thigh-to-thigh to each other.
I look at up at him, confused. “For what?” I ask as I take a sip of my wine; I really have no idea why he’s thanking me.
“For not making me come get you.” He takes a sip of his dark drink. We are sitting so close I can smell his breath. I see he is drinking rum and coke, one of my favorites.
“You would have come up and gotten me from my room? What makes you think I would have come?” I question him and take another sip. The wine is cool and refreshing.
He’s wearing a smirk on his face. “Oh, I would have convinced you one way or another. I can be very persuasive when I need to be,” he says and sits his drink on the table.
“Thank you, too; for earlier today at my work. If you hadn’t stepped in, I don’t know what I would have done to him,” I say without making eye contact. I feel him tense, but again, only slightly.
“Dance with me,” he says as if to change the subject. Once again, he doesn’t wait for a response before he is standing up and reaching for my hand. I don’t say anything, but I get up and follow him to the dance floor.
I’m not going to say I’m a good dancer, but I’m nowhere near bad. He on the other hand makes me look like an amateur. The second song starts to play and we slow our pace. I put my arms around his neck and he moves his to my waist. He smells divine. Clean, mixed with a little sweat. It’s a heavy cocktail without the wine I’m drinking. I could certainly get drunk on this man.
His hand moves to the small of my back and the other to my hip. He pulls me closer and bends his head to my neck. He kisses me, above my collarbone and I let him. It sends tingles through my body. Goosebumps prickle my skin and I suck in a deep breath while bowing into him. “You taste sweet, like candy,” he tells me before straightening back into position.