Three Thousand Miles To You(10)
Six
We arrive at the gala and it has similar routines of the ones back home. Everyone is dressed to impress. There are people gathered round talking, no doubt about the other guests. Elegant dining and ice buckets full of champagne, although most of the main features are the same; the one thing that remains different is the people. When I attend an event, I usually know everyone in the room but here everyone is a mystery, a blank canvas, not a single face I recognize. To them, they know everyone except the three strangers that have just walked in. My dad and Julian head off in search of some Mr Jenkins they have been talking about all night, as for me I head for the bar.
“What can I get you miss?”
“Um diet coke please.” As the bartender hands me my drink I turn around and scan the entire room looking at the faces of the people who live in this amazing city.
"Oh my god" I say aloud, who is that? To what, I am referring, can only be described as a god. A tall, twenty-seven maybe twenty-eight year old, well-built light brown haired man, with mesmerizing green eyes. He is, without a doubt, the best looking, living person I have ever seen. His long slim legs even out his broad shoulders and the dark blue pin striped suit he is wearing, fits him like a glove. He moves a little closer and I get a better view. Looking at him again, I really cannot believe my eyes. His skin is so tanned and golden it looks like silk, his tousled hair pushed slightly back so you can really appreciate his face. His jaw is so refined and chiseled it would put Brad Pitt to shame. With lips so full and his eyes, I cannot explain it but somehow they look sad even though he is smiling. I hear his voice as he speaks to the other men he is with and it is so captivating that its sending chills down my spine. I stare at him and to my total despair, I see him heading towards the bar. He walks over and stands right next to me, I try not to stare but it is so hard and I am not the only one. As soon as he approached every women around stopped whatever they were doing to have a look at this man. He orders two double scotch on the rocks and waits tapping his long thin finger on the bar. I catch him looking at me with the corner of his eye; I try not to let him notice that I saw him. Then to my shock, he turns around and he is looking directly at me, his eyes lock on mine I cannot help but feel uneasy around him.
"Who are you?" He says a little abruptly.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I cannot help but feel stunned, is this guy being rude?
“Are you deaf who are you?”
“I’m from out of town.”
“I can see that but why are you here?”
If this was anyone else I would be straight in there giving back as good as I was getting but with this man, there is something stopping me.
“I, I, I’m Alanna.”
“Was that so difficult?”
“I don’t understand why are you being rude?”
“I’m not being rude darling, just interested when I see a new face and tell me why your here?”
“I’m here with my dad on business.”
“A daddy’s girl,”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you a daddy’s girl?”
“I’m not sure what you mean by that?”
“I see I’m not going to get any answers from you am I?”
“Answers, I am sorry Sir but I don’t know you and I find it a little strange all these questions you’re asking.”
“Oh you do? Tell me one thing darling,” He says leaning in and staring so deep into my eyes, I feel he can see my soul.
“Do I make you feel uneasy?” I lean back and straighten myself out.
“Maybe a little,”
“Then I apologise,” He takes his drinks and heads back to his friends.
What was that all about? I think to myself, as I turn round and face the bartender. I must have a look of despair on my face as the bartender notices it.
“Are you okay Miss?” I take a deep breath and let out a sigh. “Who was that?” I ask the guy behind the bar.
“Who that bloke you were talking to you?”
“Yeah”
“That’s Adrian Black.”
“A little rude don’t you think?” I ask the bartender.
“I guess so, I mean he is a millionaire and I think, to be honest, the guy has issues.” “What kind of issues?”
“I am not sure, all I know is, he has his own company James and Brooke’s enterprises over at the other side of town. He only comes here every few months and makes an appearance usually heading out the door with different blonde on his shoulder every time.”
“So he has a girlfriend?”
“No he doesn’t do girlfriends from what I heard, only girls for one or two dates then he takes them back to where ever he found them drops the off and doesn’t give them a second thought.”