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There’s something different about her. Sure, her outfit is a little provocative, though she looks uncomfortable in the pleather catsuit. I don’t know a thing about her. She could be a real bitch for all I know. But just watching her, I don’t get that impression. She looks kind of innocent, kind of sweet, like sugar. It makes her all the more enticing. I’m overcome by the desire to walk over there and kiss her in front of everyone. I want to know if she looks as good out of that catsuit as she looks in it.
But there’s more to her. The other women here are playing up to impress the men in the room, acting dumb and trying to look pretty. This girl….she seems different. Something tells me she’s intelligent without being cocky, and damn, that’s attractive. I’ve been single for a long time now. I’m looking for someone special - someone who is just as smart as they are pretty. I could have any woman in the room, but there’s only one I’m interested in. I literally can’t take my eyes off her.
I have to remind myself that this is technically a business event. The social side of my company with Lawrence has never been for me - while he laps up all the attention, I’ve always been completely content with the logistical side of things, handling the money and the admin. But tonight, I guess mingling wouldn’t be so bad - especially if it gives me time with the hottest girl in the room.
I clench my fists as Lawrence continues to hog her. He hasn’t spent this much time with anybody else at the party. Is he trying to swoop in and take what’s mine? I feel possessive of this woman I have never even spoken to. It’s a crazy feeling, and I don’t quite know how to handle it, but I just want to give in to the feeling and go for her. I want to look into her bright innocent eyes and let her know that she is the woman I’ve been waiting for. I want to make her mine and never let another man touch her. I want to peel back her cat mask and see the gorgeous face beneath it. I want her to feel the same connection that I do simply by looking at me, our skin brushing briefly against one another. I can tell she’s like me - a little shy, a little introverted. I see it in the way she dips her head slightly while she talks to Lawrence. I see it in her hesitant smile and her shy stance. It’s like we were made for each other.
I’m so stuck in my fantasy of her that I almost miss the fact that Lawrence is coming my way. I curse under my breath. Now, I’m going to get stuck with him and I’ll miss my chance to chase my girl down. I don’t normally approach women - I wait for them to eagerly fall at my feet, even if they don’t really interest me - but this time, I’m going to hide my pride and go to her. If I ever escape from speaking to Lawrence that is.
“Hey there, big man,” Lawrence says, clapping a hand on my back in greeting. At six foot five, I’m much taller than him, but he’s almost as muscular as I am. Men like Lawrence take good care of themselves. He has to look good for the business. “Have you met my daughter yet? I was hoping to introduce you guys tonight.”
I hold back a sigh. The last thing I want is to get stuck on babysitting duty for his daughter. I don’t know anything about her - Lawrence doesn’t mention her much, always so stuck on the business - but I can guarantee she’s the last person I want to talk to, especially with that hot little minx wandering around somewhere. When I look back to the spot where she was just standing, I don’t see her. How am I supposed to make her mine when she’s disappeared like Cinderella at midnight?
“No, I haven’t met her,” I say tiredly. “I’ve been keeping to myself.”
Lawrence chuckles. “Come on now, Wes. I know it’s not your scene, but at least try and get into the spirit. It’s Halloween! Everyone’s having a good time, but you. I promise, if you do happen to come across my daughter, you’ll cheer up a little. She’s absolutely charming. I suppose she gets that from her mother.”
I almost roll my eyes. I know for a fact that his daughter came from his first marriage. He’s had three more marriages since. If he’s complimenting his first wife, it doesn’t really seem to mean a lot. I crane my neck to look through the crowd. I’m not interested in standing here and waiting for her to find me. If I do, I might never see her again. This party is big. It’s easy to lose a person in the crowd.
