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I felt the thumping of the beats course through my body as the DJ brought on a high tempo song. I tapped my foot with the music. In my mind, I was having the time of my life. It was smack dab in the middle of summer in New York and the temperatures were soaring high. A co-worker had invited me for a big summer rooftop party on a posh SoHo hotel. She had noticed how I was having a difficult time at work with my boss being a prick and I deserved a much-needed break.
So I had donned my most sexy outfit, a sheer black halter neck bodysuit dress with a neckline so deep it left little to no imagination and thigh high slits on both sides, slipped on my strappy heels and headed out to enjoy drinks and maybe get raunchy with someone to release tension.
The plan to meet someone interesting was looking far-fetched as I was stuck here listening to the guy standing next to me who was talking about how big his company was. I was only half listening to him, not even bothering to nod along. I believed that if he had to say it out loud, maybe he was overexaggerating. So instead I looked across the expanse of the floor to maybe spot someone remotely exciting.
I did not want to sound extra, but when my eyes set on him my mind went ‘Hot damn!’.
Standing across from me on the other side of the pool was this handsome hunk leaning against the glass fences. He looked like the epitome of masculinity with his biceps flexing under the crisp white shirt every time he moved his arm to lift the glass of liquor up to his lips.
“-can take you up to my penthouse in Tribeca-” the unattractive and equally inappropriate man came up close to me. His breath had the stink of cigarettes and whiskey in a combination that made me gag.
I scrunched up my face as he moved into my personal space. I could not care less about my politeness. I shoved him away from me and walked away. More precisely I walked to the other side where I had spotted the man. I stood bracing my arms on the fence and bent at the hip, making my butt stick out in the air. I did not mean to act vulgar, but I had seen men look at a woman’s backside the instant it was in the line of their eyesight.
But he was different.
I glanced slowly at him again. He was busy in a conversation with another person and he had hardly thrown a look towards me. I bit my lip when he ran a hand through his slicked dark hair. I was aware that he might not be interested. It didn’t usually take me this long to be standing alone and not grab a man’s attention.
I looked back out towards the expanse of the New York skyline and pulled my hair over my other shoulder exposing my back to the sunlight which was beginning to mellow as the evening approached.
“Hi,” a voice called out from the side.
I whipped my head up to see a young man, way younger than me, with a beer in his hand but dressed in a fancy suit. He had a boyish grin on his face. His hairstyle somehow reminded me of Troy Bolton from the High School Musical movies.
“I couldn’t help but notice you standing here, alone,” he added and leaned his back on the glass fence besides me. He was standing in a way that gave me a clear view of the man with his friend while also giving me the opportunity to talk to the man-child attempting to talk to me.
“Aren’t you too young to be making a pass at me?” I did not want to sound rude. So, I added a smile at the end of my question. I smirked at him when he laughed.
“I was just going to ask for a dance. You are really pretty.”
I liked to think I was pretty. Not Hollywood material or model like pretty. But a compliment never hurt. “Thank you.” Genuinely feeling happy from his flattering remark. “Since you are not being crass. I think I’ll dance with you.” I smiled looking at his face light up with a big smile. Music was playing at full blast since the beginning, but someone had decided to change the playlist to soothing pop songs rather than the upbeat music playing earlier.
The Troy Bolton lookalike took my glass of wine and placed them on a table. Just out of curiosity I glanced towards the man I had wanted to hit on. My breath hitched when I saw him looking back at me. He was still in conversation with his friend, but he was looking at me from over the person’s shoulder. He had a tight-lipped smile on his lips, but his eyes looked smoldering.
I wondered if he had noticed me the moment I had come over to his side. Now that his gaze bore into me, I was almost certain he had been listening on my conversation with my young dance partner. As the moment of surprise and wonderment passed, I smirked to myself.
Now that I knew I had his attention, my motivation to dance, possibly entice him, was on overdrive.
I did not want to brag but I had recently gotten a lot of experience in club hoping. Besides trying various concoctions of alcohols in the Tri-State area, I had also wooed many men by dancing with them. I knew sometimes I was borderline promiscuous, but those thoughts were only reserved for when I was feeling down and was self-loathing.
Brushing the fleeting thoughts away, I grabbed Troy’s hand, we did not even bother to exchange names, and pulled him to the area where already a few people where swaying to the music. On the way to the dance floor, I asked the DJ to turn on some sexy beats for us to dance. The shaggy bearded DJ wasn’t impressed with my music request, he sulked but obliged anyway.
As the beats dropped, a popular RnB song, others joined the dance floor. It was getting crowded but like a way made only for us, I could still see the hunk from where he was standing. He had turned slightly to lean completely against the fence and his friend was absent.
The setting sun and the orange sky made him stand out like an Adonis. I felt a wave of excitement wash over me thinking that I had his attention. Feeling bold and fresh wave of adrenaline wash over me, I wrapped my arms around my dance partner and we both swayed together. He had his hands on my hips and his eyes trained on mine. I stepped even closer and intentionally rubbed my breasts on his chest. I couldn’t help but smirk as he closed his eyes with a slight opening of his mouth, a sigh leaving his lips.
I knew I could have that effect on guys, but I was only putting a show for him.
My knees felt weak as our eyes met from across the floor. He was sipping from his glass again, other hand tucked inside his pocket. It was weirdly arousing to think of all the attractive women-tall, blond and fair ones-he had his eyes on me.
I was feeling a little more adventurous, so I tried to take the sexual tension up a notch. I turned around so that my back was against Troy’s front. I pulled his arms to wrap around my waist while I swayed my hips to rub against his crotch. He seemed to be getting riled up too since his hands were beginning to run up my sides and I could feel him poking me from behind. I closed my eyes to the music for a moment, the buzz from the alcohol finally hitting me, and enjoying his hands travelling up my thigh…
“I’ll take it from here,” his voice was gravelly but also commanding, the British accent sending a chill throughout my body. I opened my eyes to find that the stranger had walked up to us while I had my eyes closed. He was so close to us; I could breathe in his pleasantly musky, citrusy cologne. Before I could say anything, he stuck out his hand towards me. I was astounded that he could sound dominating and act polite all in the same heartbeat. Like walking in a trance, I took his hand and made him lead me wherever he wanted.
I could hear poor Troy’s desperate protest but neither I nor him turned around to pay any heed.
As soon as we were out into the hallway leading up to the elevator, he pulled me to a corner graced by only a potted plant. My back hit the wall with a force hard enough to make air leave out from my mouth. I wasn’t given any chance to gather myself as his lips came crashing down on me. I could taste the scotch on his lips and feel the softness of them as they moved in fervor against mine.
“Aren’t you a tease,” he said while travelling down my neck while leaving kisses on my skin. “I am fairly certain this is what you want. But if not-” he stopped to look up at me. His chest was heaving along with mine; I could feel my erect nipples straining against my dress fabric.
I was left speechless, yet again. This man who looked like a sculpted Greek God up close, with his steel blue eyes and chiseled jaw had kissed me so feverishly that words had practically been thrown out of my head. I opened and closed my mouth several times to form words.
I watched as his expression changed from aroused to concerned with a single eyebrow raising up. I shook my head to come to my senses. I would be stupid to stop now. My knees were already weak from being this close to him. And my panties were already soaking wet from the kisses we had exchanged.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed out before pulling him by the front of his shirt to meet his lips with mine.
“I’m Henry,” he kissed the nape of my neck, sucking gently and making me moan. My toes curled as his hand travelled down between my legs and brushed against my mound.
“Anya,” I barely breathed out. I felt him suck at my neck, feeling a bruise forming but caring less and less about it as the moments passed. “Are you going to take me home?”
I could feel his lips curl in a smile against my skin. He cupped my breasts gently in his hands and gave a squeeze before coming up to look me in the eye. His azure orbs had darkened with lust, his lopsided grin causing dimples to appear on his cheek. “Yes,” is all he said before leading me down the hallway to the elevator.