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. "What can I get ya?" Taylor hadn't even noticed the waitress come up.
"Capt. Morgan and Mountain Dew, and a Bud Light with an iced mug please."
“Be right back." Taylor watched the waitress shimmy off to fetch the order.
Taylor stared at the way everyone was dressed. One woman was wearing light-colored jeans with intricate designs on the back pockets paired with a pink shimmery top. She looked nice. The next wearing a short black skirt, flats, and purple halter. Taylor thought and kind of chuckled at the fact that if the woman bent over she would know if the panties matched the outfit. Slut!
The waitress returned giving Taylor the drinks that she had ordered. To Taylor's surprise it wasn't long and she finished her second Bud Light. She watched Liz remain on the dance floor dancing it up and having the time of her life. I love to watch her smile and laugh.
Taylor's thoughts ran wild with much regret and sorrow. Feeling as if she had halted Liz's life altogether. A tap to her shoulder broke her concentration on Liz. She turned and looked over her shoulder to see a man sitting there. Their eyes locked. She stared at a man with short dark hair that was clean-cut on the sides and back, unruly on the top, addictive mysterious dark sexy as hell eyes that were making Taylor feel as though they were eating her up in this very moment, pale flawless skin.
Dimples in each of his cheeks and chin. Beautiful white perfect teeth. Tall stature, she was sure even though he was seated as his long legs told all. Lean but muscular build but not the bulky muscles Taylor didn't like. The nice, "yes I'm in great shape" kind of muscle.
He stayed seated at the table, that was one step above the table where Taylor sat. She watched his lips curl into a smile and she no longer heard the music, the people, anything for that matter. She only saw his mouth that she wondered what would taste like with her tongue in it. His voice was deep, smooth, yet rough. "I don't think she heard you.”
Taylor was captivated by the view hidden from with in and those deep eyes, the secrets that clearly were meant to be there, no emotio
n, just dark sexy, addictive eyes. She imagined like needing another score of Valium his eyes were causing her to feel weird, even strange but were welcomed emotions.
"Damien." He held out his hand to shake her hand. When Taylor didn't take her eyes away from him as he reached out grasping her hand, placing his to hers, he shook it. "Nice to meet you too." His chuckle brought her back from no man's land. She shook her head wondering what happened to her and just looked down.
Still holding her hand she noted that his hand was strong, large, with long slender fingers like that of the piano player but cold as if you'd only just come in from the frigid air outside. She returned her gaze to his eyes.
So many questions. One, are you real? Two, do you have a girlfriend slash wife? Three, do you want one?” Her inner Goddess began jumping up and down out of pure excitement.
"What's your name?" And the smile on his lips startled her in the most uncomfortable and definitely unexpected way. As if a gentle, tender surge of electricity shot through her body and ended at her suddenly now awakened vagina.
Taylor imagined like a dormant volcano lying there silently, waiting for the pressure to build before she began to quake, trimmer, then suddenly and violently shivering with excitement as she howls into the air spilling lava up and over her opening, owning everything in her path showing no mercy.
Taylor turned her head away quickly, startled by her body's own response and mumbled. "Taylor, m, my name is Taylor." Holy shit, did I just stutter? I did. And I’m blushing, I know because my face is on fire! Way to go there volcano. Don’t clear the town before you destroy it.
“Are you okay?" Taylor didn't like the way Damien was now looking at her. She felt as if he was looking at her like she was going completely crazy.
"Yep, I'm good." Taylor had to clear voice from the high-pitched squeal that was coming out of it.
"You come here often?"
Wow, what a pick up line, Jesus. “No I don’t come here often.” Taylor thought about how many times that line had been used on her, her friends, and of course always in the movies. Hell, Chase had even used that line with her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to irritate you. Really. It wasn’t in a pickup line, just my way of making conversation. Have a good night."
"Wait! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I just haven't been out in a while and well my mind is elsewhere." Taylor didn't know what made her feel the urge to apologize. Maybe because she didn't like the way it sounded when it she had replayed in her mind. She didn't even know what caused her instant replay to begin with. But she felt as if something was so familiar about him. She wondered if she knew him from somewhere. Maybe she had treated him in the ER before.
"Let me guess, you're sitting here thinking of your sister? Kids a little? And you'd rather be a home?" Taylor quickly picked up on his confidence as if he knew he was right, but felt the need to double check his thinking with asking it.
"Exactly. Wow!" He had every right to be that confident because he had hit the nail right on the head. "Now tell me, how did you know all that? You could have gotten that off of anything that I have said thus far or plan on stating in any future conversation we have tonight."
"Call it a gift. So if you didn't want to come, why are you here?"
"Because she really needed this. I guess I really need this to, I just don't know how to enjoy it, cut loose, forget and forgive."
"Forget and forgive who?"
"Long story, one in which I have no plan on talking about and I really shouldn't have mentioned but I have this terrible habit of rambling about things that bother me on and on and on kind of like I almost did just then and now. I'm gonna shut up now." Taylor turned, putting her head down, wishing she was at home in bed, where she was comfortable instead of here rambling on at this gorgeous piece of womanly tease no doubt sent here by someone or something to stir her back to life. Teasing her with his appearance only and then her having to watch him go.
Chase was hot. Sexy as hell even. But this man in front of her was absolutely the most beautiful sight for sore eyes she had ever seen. Men like him, didn't talk to women like her or so she thought. She wasn't rich, not a size 4 anymore, just a decent plane oh Taylor.
"Well, I guess I just need to make you forget whatever or whomever then. I'll work on the forgive part, later." Taylor had no clue how she went from looking at his eyes from a distance to just mere inches apart. She it only blinked when he had said those words and then he was right there in front of her. Almost nose to nose. Mouth-to-mouth. And if she'd had the balls she would have no doubt close that ends and took were her body wanted. No needed.
