I look around the crowded bar, I’m not use to being out on my own, but it feels good. Well that’s possibly because I’m on my third cocktail, I almost giggle out loud. “That’s a pretty little smile you got there”. He said sliding onto the stool beside me. “Dominique, call me Dom tho”, he added.
I lifted my eyes and scanned the stranger beside me. My God, it was hard not to gasp. He was nothing short of gorgeous. My voice caught in my throat, as I replied, making my words raspy. “Lizzy, you can call me Lizzy tho” .
“Sexy and sassy, I like that in a woman”, he smirked.
I usually wasn’t one for smooth talkers, but I was already thinking about his shirt on my bedroom floor.
“So should we move over to a booth, get a little more aquatinted”.
“Yes”, I answered, surprising myself with my reply.
“Another for the lady and an Old fashioned for me”,
“Rye or Bourbon” quizzed the barman. “Your best Rye” he replied resting his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to a corner booth.
We slid into opposite sides of the cozy booth. He held my gaze.
“You know that we’re going to have a few drinks, make a little small talk and then I’m gonna take you home and fuck you like you have never been fucked before”, he said matter of factly.
“Yes”, I said again surprising myself.