Page 4 of That First Night
Then there’s our baby sister, Emiline, who is only 16. And as her older brother, I can’t allow her to ever date or have a boyfriend. Fuck. That! I am very protective of her to avoid slime balls like her brothers who are only after one thing.
We’re typical guys. What the hell do you expect?
“What about you, Marc? Anything on your radar here?” I say as I scan the room.
“No one here is doing it for me,” Marc says, scanning the room.
“Stop looking for a wife for five fucking seconds, Marc.” Logan laughs, slapping him on the back of the head. “You do realize you have to date someone first before you marry them?”
“Stop being a dick.” He laughs, slapping Logan back on the arm. “You think I don’t know that?”
“I’m just saying, bro,” Logan says, opening his arms as if to showcase the entire room. “We’re surrounded by some of the most beautiful women in New York City. Relax on the wife shit for a minute and open your eyes.”
“Logan,” Marc hisses. “I know how to do relationships, unlike you fuckers. I actually want to sweep a woman off her feet.”
“I know how to sweep a woman off her feet,” Logan snaps back. “All I have to do is roll up my sleeves, because you know women love some arm porn. Then pick her up, throw her over my shoulder and toss her on the bed. See? Swept off her fucking feet.”
“You’re the biggest dumbass I have ever met.” Marc shakes his head and takes a sip of his whiskey.
“You two keep bickering,” I interrupt, rising from my bar stool. “I’m hitting the can before this show starts.”
“Logan, shut up.” I hear Marc snap to whatever Logan says as I walk away, shaking my head at my brother and best friend arguing back and forth.
As I start walking towards the bathroom, someone causes me to do a double take at the big double doors that enter the ballroom. Call it a weird buzz in my body, but I’m drawn to who’s standing at that door like a moth to a flame, causing me to stop dead in my tracks.
I can’t see her face, but it’s the long golden blonde hair pulled back that hangs down her back that catches my eye. It’s so long that it almost reaches her ass. Her perfectly round ass, might I add. I can tell it’s a perfect ass, because her floor length black gown leaves nothing to the imagination. I can picture myself with both hands gripping that ass from around her waist as I hold her flesh with my body.
Holy. Fuckkkkkkk.
I continue to stare and it’s as if she can sense me, she turns around in slow motion. When I say slow motion, I feel like I'm watching a film and the clip speed was turned down just for me. Right now, it feels like the entire room just emptied of everyone attending the event.
Like she feels the same buzz as me, she turns, and her eyes meet my stare across the ballroom. Her sky-blue eyes catch mine, and I feel my jaw fall to the floor.
She’s not smiling, but she’s without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. I can only imagine the beauty I will find when those lips finally curve up. She’s got blue eyes and the hottest red lips that I can picture wrapped around my cock. She has the most banging body with curves in all the right places, and that dress molds to her body like it was made for her.
After what feels like minutes, I see the corner of her lip turn up the slightest bit as she tucks a small strand of hair behind her ear and sets her gaze to the ground, as if she’s shying away from my stare.
A dark-haired woman grabs the crook of her elbow, smiles at her and pulls her towards the table they are going to be seated at. My eyes try to peek around the guests, but there are so many people huddled by the doors that I lose sight of her when she gets pulled away.
My eyes scan the room quickly to see if I can catch a glimpse of her again, but she’s gone. Just like that.
I know that I need to find her again tonight.
Returning to the bar where Marc and Logan sit, my mind is still reeling about this mystery woman. Who is she? What’s her story? Logan slaps my chest with the back of his hand, snapping me out of my trance, and says, “You alright, bro?”
I let out a sigh and pause before I speak, because I’m not about to take the risk of sounding like Marc looking for a damn wife.
“Yeah, I’m good, bro. I just need another whiskey. Stat.”
“Tequila and lime please,” I say to the bartender trying to calm my nerves.
“You got it, ma’am.”
“Oh gosh.” I chuckle. “Don’t call me ma’am. I feel like a senior citizen.”
“You got it, sweetheart,” he replies with a smile and a wink before walking away to make my drink.
A small smile crosses my face while nerves dance in my stomach. I just caught the hottest guy here staring at me from across the room, not even five minutes after arriving.
