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Her lips part as if she wants to say something more to me, but I back off quickly because I need to escape. The last thing I want is for Ashely to derail my plans right now. Not when I’m so close to seeing her. God, my heart is already racing, my whole body pounding with need, I have to get out of here before I lose my mind.
“I got to go,” I call out behind me as I half run from the building. “See you soon, Ashely.”
The cold night air washes over me as I race over to my car, eager to get going. There’s a smile on my face already as I think about her flame red hair which highlights her green eyes perfectly, her turquoise green eyes and her plump pink lips which are beautiful on her sweet heart face… and her curvy body… wow, she is so sexy as well as beautiful. No woman has ever struck me as much as Millie Jones does.
“I can’t wait to see her,” I say in a sing song tone of voice as I tap my hands excitedly on the steering wheel. “Oh, Millie, tonight might be the night where you actually agree to go out on a date with me.”
I keep singing to myself as I drive all the way home, and thankfully the traffic is good so I can park up by my house and walk to the nearby bar, The Scarlet Lounge, where I know that she is working behind the bar looking like a foxy goddess, tempting me to fall for her more and more, just like I do every single time I see her. I honestly don’t think that anyone could capture me now. Millie Jones has a hold on me that isn’t going anywhere…Chapter 2 – MillieI blow out a breath and swipe my bangs out of my eyes as I find myself watching the door once more. I shouldn’t stare at it like it has all the answers to my life when it doesn’t, when it can’t, but I do anyway. It’s because I know that Lance Wilson hasn’t been in to see me yet, and he always comes in to say hey.
When I moved here eighteen months ago, I didn’t know anyone. I didn’t even know what I was going to do, I wanted a fresh start, but I wasn’t sure where to begin. I was a mess, that’s for sure. How I managed to stumble across my apartment and this job in The Scarlet Lounge I’m not quite sure, it’s all a bit of a blur, but I somehow just about landed on my feet. I have built myself up from that moment to where I am today which is good. I’m proud of myself. Still, through all of that, I wasn’t expecting to make any real friends here, I wasn’t looking for a connection, and I sure as hell wasn’t expecting Hollywood’s hot young thing at the time to walk in to my bar and to strike up a conversation with me, but that’s exactly what happened.
Mind you, I didn’t know that he was so famous at the time, that he starred in movies. I couldn’t be star struck because I didn’t know that he was a star, I had been out of the loop for far too long. By the time I realized who Lance Wilson was, we were good friends and it didn’t change anything. I knew another side of him.
And now, I look forward to his visits. I spend my shifts waiting for them. When he’s too busy and he doesn’t make it in to the bar, I go home deflated. I miss him, I feel a real shift within my mood. It’s like I’m addicted to him, like I can’t cope without him which is wild because I definitely shouldn’t feel this way.
“Will you stop it?” I mutter to myself as I continue to wipe down the bar, acting like I’m working more than watching the door. “You’ll be finished soon. The bar is almost closed. It’s nearly time for bed.”
Usually, that would be the best news ever, but without Lance, without a little chat, it doesn’t feel right…
“Oh God.” Almost as if I have summoned him, the heavy doors swing open bringing in some of the cool night air with it, and Lance as well. Lance with his tall, muscular, broad movie star body, his high cheek bones and striking good looks, his brunette shaggy hair and utterly fascinating violet eyes. I might as well be a puddle on the floor right now. He is too gorgeous for words. Perhaps that’s why I’m addicted to him. “Hi, Lance.”
There’s a brand-new warmth in my chest, a light in my life, it’s terrifying how much I need him. I like everything about him, including the fact that the rest of the world knows a certain side to him, but I see the softer more vulnerable version of Lance Wilson. The truer version, I would like to think. Knowing that I claim a side of him that is just for me excites me and thrills me to the core. It sends a shiver up my spine.
