"Looks like somebody is enjoying themselves." Michelle smirked pointing in the direction of the dance floor, where my sisters sequence dress sparkled under the lights. Her dress wasn't the only thing that I noticed though. Her tongue was buried back some guys throat.
Doesn't take her long.
"Doesn't she always enjoy herself?" I laughed, trying to shout over the loud music pounding in my ears.
Some of the other girls were already on the dance floor, probably moaning about their feet. The rest were sitting down chatting.
I was at the bar waiting to be served. What does it take to get a drink in this place? I was shifting from one foot to another, impatiently. And I refused to do a Sarah on it. She would usually just hop over the counter and get her own.
"Could you get this lady a drink, please!" A strong voice demanded. I could have swore it was an English accent but I wasn't sure over the music. I saw a finger point towards me. I looked up at a tall, built man with short cut brown hair. I would have said he was about twenty-five. His lightly tanned skin glowed under the lights. His strong jaw line twitched as he stared down at me smiling softly.
Wow, he was gorgeous.
"Hey what do you want?" A voice shouted. I looked around, it was a small guy at the other side of the counter.
"Am.... Vodka and orange juice, please." I stuttered over my words, trying to find a coherent sentence to put together.
"I will get this." The man beside me spoke. I was right, it was an English accent.
"No that's fine." I refused.
"Just accept the drink." He ordered, still smiling down at me. His blue eye's had a certain flame to them.
"Thank you." I gave in, having to look away from him before I got lost in his gaze.
I took the cold drink and sipped on in for a moment through the straw while he paid.
I was contemplating if I should just walking away. I could just sneak away without him even noticing.
But that idea fell through. I felt a soft grip at my finger tips pulling me back a little. "Where do you think you are bringing your beautiful self?" He asked from behind me.
I turned on my heels, laughing. "Just going to put my coat down." It was the only thing that came to my mind. And I did need to put my coat down so I wasn't lying to him.
It was my first time getting to look at him fully. And Wow!
He looked smart. His muscular body was one of that you would see on a magazine.
He wore a dark gray suit pants with a gray shirt. Very business-like.
"You go and do that then and I will just stand here and watch you to make sure you are not going to do a runner." His English accent sent shivers through me. But good shivers. It done something to me and I had no idea what it was.
"My table it right there. No fear of me doing a runner." I winked and turned to walk away.
"Who is he?" Michelle tugged at my arm as I threw my coat over the seat, staring over at him.
"Someone is enthusiastic." I joked. "I was just getting to that part. I don't even know his name yet."
"Oh God." She bit down on her lip. "It has just arrived on a plate for you."
"Will you stop doing that!" I demanded.
"What?" She grunted.
"Having sex with him with your eye's. He is looking at you." I warned her. He was going to think she was a complete nut case.
"Yeah I wish he was looking at me but sweetheart his eye's seem to be glued to you. He scared in case yo do a runner or something?" She joked but she had no idea how right she was.
I could feel my cheeks getting hot with the thoughts of him staring at me. God damn that man!
"Well hurry up! Go get him." She hollered at I walked away. "Oh and find out if he has friends." She screamed over the music.
I just waved my hand at her. I was sure if I didn't find out if he had friends she would surely do it herself.
"You didn't run." He pointed out, still smiling as I made my way closer to him.
I exhaled deeply. "No I didn't run."
"Good, I am glad you didn't because I really was not in the mood for running myself and I would of had to in order to catch you." He smirked. "I'm Chris by the way." He extended his hand and I took it.
"Lucy." I introduced myself. "What part of England are you from?" I asked.
"London." He announced still bloody staring at me. He really had to stop that or I was going to melt.
"London?" I questioned. "What brings you here?"
"Work." He sighed. "All work, no play." He shrugged.
"Oh so I'm work to you?" I question, narrowing my eye's.
"A work of art, maybe." He began but I cut him off with my laughing.
"There it is." I declared. He looked at me confused. "The cheesy chat up line. I was waiting for one all of the time and you didn't say any until just then." I laughed.
"Yeah I try to keep them under control as best I can but some just slip through the cracks." He joked trying to hide his embarrassment. "Ok, come on gorgeous, I am going to get you dancing. I don't care if you like it or not. Come on!" He pulled my hand, practically dragging me onto the dance floor.
I nodded my head and tried to pretend this wasn't happening. I bit down on my lip, took three deep breaths and followed him.
He swung me around for ten minutes non-stop until my legs felt like they were turning to jelly.
It turned out he did have friends. Actually a lot of friends. They all seemed to join us on the dance floor and just like a moth to a bright light all of my friends made their way to my side, slow but surely the edged their way to the direction of the other guys.
For the rest of the night, Chris and I, danced some more and talked. We didn't talk about work or anything too serious. We had fun, joking about people on the dance floor and other things like that.
He could make me laugh until my sides were sore and my eye's watered.
"Fifteen minutes left." He pointed to the screen where a count down was taking place.
I was so wrapped up in him that I had forgotten it was New Years Eve.
"Oh look." I laughed awkwardly, embarrassed with myself for being so infatuated by this man.
He stood up swiftly, looking down at me on the chair, then he picked up his coat placed his hands into the sleeves.
"Where are you going?" I asked, looking completely bewildered.
"Come on, get up!" He said, picking up my black coat from hanging over the seat.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He held out his hand for me to take it.
"My friends?" I began but he cut me off.
"Call them. We will be back don't worry, I am not going to kidnap you."
I glared at him for a moment, deliberating whether or not to trust this man. For some mad reason I did.
"Come on, we are going to be late." He prompted, grabbing my hand, making me rise from the seat.
"Late for what?" I questioned. I hated not knowing. "Besides I don't even know you."
"Do you trust me?" He asked, sounding serious.
I stayed silent for a moment. "Yes." I breathed, finally giving in.
"Ok come on." He gestured, standing behind me. He placed his hand on the lower part of my back, guiding me out of the club. His touch made my heart race. Or maybe it was the alcohol.
"Put this on." He held out my coat so I could slip my arms into the sleeves. "It's cold out there." He said placing a soft kiss on my cheek, removing her my from the inside of my coat.
He locked his fingers with mine and led me out of the club. The cold air made me shiver and my teeth chatter. The bitterness of it stung my skin.
"Hey you ok?" He asked, wrapping his arm around me.
"Yeah, I am fine." I said, lowering my head so he wouldn't see me blush.
"Night Chris." I heard the security guard say as we left.
"You know them?"
"Just a little bit." He told me, walking a little faster.
"You drag many girls out of that club like that?" I joked but the pang of jealousy that hit me when I said it surprised me.
"No actually I don't. Cheeky." He nudged me playfully.
I could hear the snow crunch under me.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "Come on!"
I stopped and stared at him.
It had just hit me. Did I really just leave a club with a strange man? Was I totally insane?
"You ok?" He asked, sounding worried.
"Where are you bringing me?" I asked seriously.
"I have to show you something?" He bit down on his lip. God damn that man's sexiness!
"This something doesn't involve taking clothes off does it?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Well, if you want to take them off you can. I wouldn't fight to stop you but no I usually keep them on. Well, I would recommend keeping them on." He laughed. "Come on Lucy, trust me."
And I did. I was completely and utterly mad. I trusted this man. This god of a man that I hardly knew.
Besides the security guards knew him and they saw me leaving the club with him. If I was murdered they would know who it was.
I laughed at myself for even thinking the idea. I was usually a good judge of character and Chris didn't seem like the serial killer type.
I sighed outwardly, once again giving into the stupid smile he was wearing on his face, like he knew I was going to go with him anyway. And I was just wasting time by thinking of it.
"Fine." I grunted and rolled my eye's.
Again he took my hand and dragged me along. "Where ever you are taking me better be close because these shoes are not being kind to by feet at the moment."
He just chuckled and continued to walking.
It felt like forever.
"What are you doing?" I asked, out of breath when he stopped outside a dark old building.
"This is where I am taking you." He announced.
"Chris, it's a freakin' derelict building. We can't go in there, the place is about to fall down." I protested.
"It is not derelict..... yet. I know the owner." He finished. "Now come on, woman. Follow me."
He messed around with the lock, the door actually opened and then, he disappeared. Reluctantly, I followed. The place was pitch dark, I couldn't see a thing.
"Oh my God, I am completely mad. Yep, I am definitely insane."
I screamed feeling hands wrap around my waist.
"Sorry didn't mean to frighten you." Chris apologized, again kissing my cheek. Making a stomach flutter. "And you are not insane. Now get that sexy ass of yours up the stairs."
"Stairs? What stairs? Chris I can't see a thing."
"Wait until your eye's adjust. Once you get to the first floor the street lights will shine brightly enough for you to see properly." He told me.
We both stood still for a moment, his hands were still wrapped firmly around my waist. I could feel my chest rise and fall with my frantic breathing. This building was seriously giving me the creeps.
Then, just like he said, my eye's adjust and I could just about make out the figure of the winding wooden stairs a few feet in front of me.
"You ready?" He whispered in my ear, making chills run down my spine.
"No but come on."
He laughed and guided me towards the old stairs. I jumped as I placed my foot on the first step, it creaked loudly beneath my feet.
"Oh and watch out for the rats." He warned me, laughing.
Rats! He better be joking because he will be carrying me the rest of the way if he wants me to continue up this building if there are rats in it.
"I swear, I am going to slap you if there are rats in this place."
"Calm down." He said rubbing my arm supportively. "Now, come on, we are going to be late."
I practically sprinted up the rest of the way, just in case he wasn't joking about the rats.
At the very top was a narrow corridor. He slipped himself past me, his body rubbing against mine. I had to remind myself to breathe.
He took my hand but this time he didn't drag me, he just led me towards the door at the end of the hall.
"You ready?" He asked in his English accent, smiling down at me. I thought my heart stopped.
I just nodded my head. I didn't want to talk in fear I would say something stupid.
He opened the door slowly to the roof top of the building and I was met by bright lights of New York City.
"Oh my God!" I gasped. "It's beautiful."
I walked towards the railing, drinking the sights around me. I could see Central Park and that was when I realized why he brought me here. He wanted me to see the New Year's firework display.
"Do you always bring strangers up here to show them this?" I asked, smiling up at him.
"No." He nodded, seriously and looked out onto the city.
For some reason I couldn't take my eye's off of him.
Why me? I continued to ask myself. Why did he pick to bring me up here? That club was filled with hundreds of beautiful girls and he could have picked anyone of them.
"How did you find this place?" I was truly interested. No one just randomly walks into a creepy building like this at night.
"You know, I just stumbled across it." He said casually.
"You just.." I was about to speak but I was cut off by the loud roars of the ten second countdown of people on the streets.
"10.....9.....8.....7.....6.....5.....4....3....2.....1." They counted down.
Then, the large bang of the first firework exploded through me. They continued in spectacular colours.
I took a sharp intake of breath feeling his finger tips under my chin. I turned so I was facing him. He was staring at me with so much intensity I thought my chest was going to explode.
"Happy New Year, beautiful." He whispered.
Then, he kissed me.