11:50 pm, December 31, 2015
Damn you Megan! I curse my best friend as I sip my cocktail. I’ve been single for over a year and a half now, and quite happily I might add. But it’s New Year’s Eve, the worst time to be single, and I’m here alone while Meg is somewhere on the dance floor with her boyfriend. No one for me to kiss at midnight. No one to cuddle with later with a champagne buzz, or in my case a peppermint martini. A bit fruity, but it gets the job done. I look down at my almost empty glass. I would love a refill but my budget is shot.
“Care for a refill?”
I jump at the low, silky-smooth voice interrupting my thoughts. A tall, lean-muscled, cool drink of water is sitting on the bar stool next to me. Short-trimmed, dark hair frames a handsome face with deep-brown eyes staring at me.
“If you’re buying,” I offer a small smile.
“Of course. Bartender! Keep this beauty on my tab,” he winks at me. I continue eyeing the mind-reading stranger as my drink is replaced. I see him returning the favor and feel a blush come over my cheeks.
“Please tell me you know how gorgeous you are."
I snap my gaze to his face, ready to sass him about being so cheesy, and I stop short. His face is sincere. Feeling uneasy, I sass him anyway, “Please tell me you know how cheesy you are.” His face flashes with surprise before registering the intent of my quip. He chuckles as he shakes his head.
“Whoever he was, he was an idiot. I simply nod my agreement while taking a decent sized gulp of my drink.
“Who said it was a he?” I ask, feigning sincerity. After a look of shock, he bursts laughing.
“You are funny!” His lopsided grin makes my stomach flutter. Oh boy. His face grows sincere while keeping the heart-melting smile. “Care to dance, lovely?” He stands and offers a hand. I don’t know if it’s the buzz or the spirit of the holiday, but I take his hand and, with a flirty smile and a wink, reply, “If you’re leading”.
We dance through three songs, spinning, swaying and laughing. I haven’t had this much fun in a while! We hear the DJ announce that midnight is only a minute away, and we make our way back to the bar. Grabbing fresh drinks, we turn and watch the countdown on the screen above the DJ’s display.
“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”
Everyone shouts and cheers, and I turn to toast the New Year with my handsome stranger.
Damn you Megan! I curse my best friend as I sip my cocktail. I’ve been single for over a year and a half now, and quite happily I might add. But it’s New Year’s Eve, the worst time to be single, and I’m here alone while Meg is somewhere on the dance floor with her boyfriend. No one for me to kiss at midnight. No one to cuddle with later with a champagne buzz, or in my case a peppermint martini. A bit fruity, but it gets the job done. I look down at my almost empty glass. I would love a refill but my budget is shot.
“Care for a refill?”
I jump at the low, silky-smooth voice interrupting my thoughts. A tall, lean-muscled, cool drink of water is sitting on the bar stool next to me. Short-trimmed, dark hair frames a handsome face with deep-brown eyes staring at me.
“If you’re buying,” I offer a small smile.
“Of course. Bartender! Keep this beauty on my tab,” he winks at me. I continue eyeing the mind-reading stranger as my drink is replaced. I see him returning the favor and feel a blush come over my cheeks.
“Please tell me you know how gorgeous you are."
I snap my gaze to his face, ready to sass him about being so cheesy, and I stop short. His face is sincere. Feeling uneasy, I sass him anyway, “Please tell me you know how cheesy you are.” His face flashes with surprise before registering the intent of my quip. He chuckles as he shakes his head.
“Whoever he was, he was an idiot. I simply nod my agreement while taking a decent sized gulp of my drink.
“Who said it was a he?” I ask, feigning sincerity. After a look of shock, he bursts laughing.
“You are funny!” His lopsided grin makes my stomach flutter. Oh boy. His face grows sincere while keeping the heart-melting smile. “Care to dance, lovely?” He stands and offers a hand. I don’t know if it’s the buzz or the spirit of the holiday, but I take his hand and, with a flirty smile and a wink, reply, “If you’re leading”.
We dance through three songs, spinning, swaying and laughing. I haven’t had this much fun in a while! We hear the DJ announce that midnight is only a minute away, and we make our way back to the bar. Grabbing fresh drinks, we turn and watch the countdown on the screen above the DJ’s display.
“Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”
Everyone shouts and cheers, and I turn to toast the New Year with my handsome stranger.
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He is staring straight at my lips. Taking my drink, he places both glasses on the counter, and frames my face in his hands.
“Happy New Year, lovely,” he whispers to my lips before pressing his to mine. The world stops, my heart skips, and I kiss him back. Sparks fly and I am breathlessly lost in the most amazing, toe-curling kiss of my life. He pulls away and smiles down at me, “I never did catch your name. I’m Greg.”
It takes me a second to process what’s just happened before blushing and offering mine, “Samantha."
Just then, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. It’s Meg! “Take him upstairs, Sammy, or I’ll kill you myself!” I look around and see my best friend beaming at me from across the room. The party is in the bar of a hotel, and we got rooms to avoid driving home drunk. I turn back to Greg, who is eyeing me suspiciously. “I have a room upstairs, care to join me?” My heart is in my mouth, this is so not me!
“I’d be delighted, lovely,” he grins and my heart falls back in my chest. That grin is going to be the end of me! Greg pays his tab and gives me a heated look. “Lead the way."
As we enter my room, he closes and locks the door before turning to me. His eyes are even darker than they were downstairs, and I feel their gaze on my body, as if his hands were there instead. I start to melt under the heat of his gaze, squirming where I stand. He gives a deep chuckle as he approaches. I’m paralyzed, my body starting to tingle, and heat begins to gather between my legs. He pulls me into another kiss, this time with passion and sexual heat as our tongues dance around each other. We explore each other’s mouths, and he slips a hand from my back into my hair and tightens his grip. I give a small whimper as the sharp bites of pain send waves of pleasure throughout my body, settling in my groin. He breaks the kiss and I whimper.
“My my, like to have control taken, lovely? Happily,” he drawls, a slight Scottish bur coming through. My insides burn and explode with hunger. He found my weakness and oh so quickly. I simply moan in agreement, as I seem to have lost my ability to speak. His eyes burn into mine as his whole demeanor changes. “I love taking control.”
“Happy New Year, lovely,” he whispers to my lips before pressing his to mine. The world stops, my heart skips, and I kiss him back. Sparks fly and I am breathlessly lost in the most amazing, toe-curling kiss of my life. He pulls away and smiles down at me, “I never did catch your name. I’m Greg.”
It takes me a second to process what’s just happened before blushing and offering mine, “Samantha."
Just then, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. It’s Meg! “Take him upstairs, Sammy, or I’ll kill you myself!” I look around and see my best friend beaming at me from across the room. The party is in the bar of a hotel, and we got rooms to avoid driving home drunk. I turn back to Greg, who is eyeing me suspiciously. “I have a room upstairs, care to join me?” My heart is in my mouth, this is so not me!
“I’d be delighted, lovely,” he grins and my heart falls back in my chest. That grin is going to be the end of me! Greg pays his tab and gives me a heated look. “Lead the way."
As we enter my room, he closes and locks the door before turning to me. His eyes are even darker than they were downstairs, and I feel their gaze on my body, as if his hands were there instead. I start to melt under the heat of his gaze, squirming where I stand. He gives a deep chuckle as he approaches. I’m paralyzed, my body starting to tingle, and heat begins to gather between my legs. He pulls me into another kiss, this time with passion and sexual heat as our tongues dance around each other. We explore each other’s mouths, and he slips a hand from my back into my hair and tightens his grip. I give a small whimper as the sharp bites of pain send waves of pleasure throughout my body, settling in my groin. He breaks the kiss and I whimper.
“My my, like to have control taken, lovely? Happily,” he drawls, a slight Scottish bur coming through. My insides burn and explode with hunger. He found my weakness and oh so quickly. I simply moan in agreement, as I seem to have lost my ability to speak. His eyes burn into mine as his whole demeanor changes. “I love taking control.”
