Chapter 2:

SARAH

FOR as long as I had dated, I had never once had a reaction to someone the instantaneous way I did to Ryan. And never once had anyone blatantly checked me out the way he did.

Even as I stood on my feet, I could still feel the way his stare seared into me. I looked over at him, catching his eyes before he took them off, staring anywhere but not me.

As I stepped away from the table, he stood up too and I gave him a long glare. He wasn't thinking of walking me out, was he?

"I'll just walk you outside."

Yes, he was.

The guy was beyond attractive – with the baby blue eyes that stood out against his tamed skin and dark buzzed hair. When he smiled, I couldn't take my eyes off the dimples that appeared on both cheeks.

He stood tall, muscle framed and he didn't in any way look like he was in college.

I tried not to get too carried away, I smiled while looking ahead of him. Thankfully, eyes weren't on us, so no one would think we were lovers or something.

We stood outside for like three minutes, waiting for a cab to show up. When one finally did, I turned to face the man who almost made my heart beat – or he actually did make my heart beat.

This was something I never felt for my fiance. The silence that fell wasn't uncomfortable or awkward at all – it was sexually tense as hell.

Shit! I felt my pussy react to that in a way that had me shift my waist at one side. Part of me wanted to spend a little longer with this stranger, to waste my time chatting and laughing out my lungs with him while we waited for the night to come.

But then… wouldn't it be so obvious?

I forced myself not to smile more than I already have. He bit his lower lips, and I felt in between my thighs tingle at how seductive he was becoming.

"I'll be going then." I waved at him, entering the cab.

"15 Avenue." I said.

Not like I wanted to leave, I was only trying to avoid the temptation which seemed to be close to my door.

For a second, I felt my lungs breathing once again.

I checked on my phone to see if my fiance had left a message, but he didn't. He didn't care to call or text, he couldn't even find a way to explain himself for not showing up, making me look stupid for waiting out there for him.

I never felt this anticipated for anything before. I couldn't wait for the night to show up, not because I was so desperate for a party. I wasn't even the kind of girl who shows up to a party, I never felt it was necessary to. I'm only concerned about the offer.

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The cloud was getting a bit darker, I had just woken up from sleep when I realized I was up for something tonight. I rushed to the wardrobe, searching for something good to wear.

It's a birthday party, and not some kinda weirdo nightclub.

I walked into the shower to take my bath, spending a few minutes of my time there. I wanted to be ready before Ryan calls, I don't plan on keeping him waiting.

I glared at my image from the mirror, sighing as I realized I couldn't hide my figure no matter how the baggy gown I wore looked on me.

While I applied my makeup, my phone rang. I checked the caller, it was an unknown number which I assumed to be Ryan.

I picked the call, placing it on my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sarah, it's me Ryan." He sounded from the other side.

"Hey. Any good news?" I asked.

"Yes. So, are you ready for tonight?" 

"Well, yeah, I am. Do I need an address?"

"Yeah, I'll send it to your inbox. Do you mind if I pick you up?"

"Don't worry, I'll find my way." I don't wanna stoop too low for him, to think I'm a lady with no achievement.

Here I am, thinking I was a bit early to the party, I was just as late as anyone could ever imagine. 

I stood at one corner of the large sitting room, staring around to see if I'd in any way see Ryan. A few boys had come my way but I did my best not to give them faces.

I've questioned nature so many times for giving me such a younger look. Most times I don't even believe I am twenty seven.

I was so helpless, and I thought I should give Ryan a call when he ended up calling me instead. "I'm in the building, where are you?" I asked, still glaring around.

"Look to your right, I'm the guy in blue." I turned my head to my right, searching for someone – anyone on blue.

I was able to detect him because he was still having his phone in his ear. 

I walked up to his direction, each step closer I took, I felt my heart beating heavily. He was looking twice as handsome as he was in the morning, his muscle framed chest exposed from his shirt.

I felt his eyes move on me from head to toe, scanning me like an x-ray vision. I felt embarrassed under his gaze, like he wasn't just staring at me, he was staring right into my soul. With the way he kept smiling at me, I doubt I'd ever get away from this. 

"You look beautiful tonight." He complimented. 

 blushed, but looked away. "Thanks." When I turned to look at him again, I caught him biting his lower lips in a seductive way.

He wouldn't stop doing that, and it was almost looking like a habit of him. And he just knows how to get a lady wet by merely looking at her.

Can someone please tell him to stop doing that?