Monday nights aren’t usually my thing, I’m more of a weekend party kind of girl. But the girls at the office begged me to join and to be fair, I didn’t have anything better to do.
I took a good look around the bar to take in the atmosphere. It was my first night out in Madrid, and I have to admit that I was really enjoying it. The music was great, the drinks were fantastic, and the dancefloor looked like a hot scene from a Hollywood movie.
All the people there were dancing so effortlessly and so sexy, their hips had a mind of their own. It felt mesmerising, and I couldn’t help myself but join the crowd.
I was dancing my heart away, my dress flowed around with every step, occasionally giving a cheeky look to my lingerie. But I didn’t care. I felt sexy, and I was enjoying the attention that I got with it.
I went up to the bar to get another drink, and as I leaned in waiting for my drink, I locked eyes with the sexiest man I’d ever seen.