| A Hangover's a-Comin' |
[14 Nov 2005|09:23pm] |
With all the new faces passing through her doors and aggravating her in one way or another, Bethany needed and wanted to see the one face she knew would help her forget about all her worries.
She eyed the phone she had used to leave that same man a message over an hour or so ago. The message was simple; it was an invitation to meet her at her club and to come whenever he happened to be free. Bethany wouldn’t admit to missing Darian but she was. His company had become something she craved and she knew she was attached.
She was dressed in a mixture of red and black. Her silk slacks clung to her hips and fell in dark waves over the stiletto boots she was wearing on her feet. Her shoulders were exposed by the red top she wore and a silver necklace brought attention to the slim line of her neck. Blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail and the mass of it fell in one straight line down her back.
Bethany had asked Darian to meet her at the club because it was closed for repairs and there was little to no chance of being interrupted. She was nursing a Martini as she waited for a call or an actual arrival. She was hoping for the latter but she had learnt not to get her hopes up, as you never knew.
She took a sip from her drink and then settled the glass back against the bar. Bethany leaned over the counter to recover the container of olives. She sat back down onto the stool and twisted the lid free before slipping her fingers inside to catch an olive.
The room remained quiet for long seconds as Bethany pulled her olive free and caught it between her teeth. He could smell her skin from where he stood, a few steps behind her. It was that seductive blend of apricots and cream, coupled with her natural scent, that tended to make his mouth water.
Darian held his breath and watched her for a moment. The long, straight line of her back, accentuated by the ponytail that touched her spine; the rounded curves of her hips; the delicate, high-heeled feet tucked in the rungs of her stool.
He left his hands behind his back and leaned closer. Tipped his head and caught the side of her neck with his teeth.
( Hello to You )
( A Little Thirsty, Aren't Ya? )
( A Wager Over Tequila )
( ...Urgh... )
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