CHAPTER TWO

Just like tonight five years ago, she had Been working late, the bar was already empty and she was just about closing when he walked in.

"We are closed" she had said turning towards the door.

It was raining outside and he was soaking wet.

"I just need a bottle of whiskey and I'll be gone" he said, his voice deep and calm.

And definitely unnerving, as she suddenly lost her will to protest.

"Fine" was all she could say.

He looked like he had had a rough day, his face didn't give up much, but she thought he looked sad and angry.

And by God! He was gorgeous! Long dark hair which was damp from the rain lay loosely over his face and broad shoulders. His skin tanned, and from his wet shirt which had clung to his body, she could see a well toned muscular body with ripped abdominal muscles. His dripping biceps were so marvelous..... She swallowed as she imagined the strength of this mysterious man.

"Sure you don't need a drink before you leave?" She asked surprising herself.

The man stared at her for a moment before he answered.

"Am good"

"But it's still raining outside...you could just wait here till it settles down a little bit" she urged on.

He went silent.

"Please forgive my manners... " She apologized feeling stupid now. What was she thinking!...he probably thinks she was a cheap whore now. But she was only just concerned.

"You said you are closed"

She abruptly raised her head and stared at him.

"Yes. But it's raining outside. And you are soaking wet, you could catch a cold if you go back out" she said sounding sincerely concerned.

She saw him study her face for a moment and then looked away.

He definitely looked sad and angry...she thought.

"Do you drink?" He asked.

"Yes"

"Get two glasses then" he said, taking the whiskey from the counter and walked to a table in the bar.

"What?"

"You want me to drink with you?" Claire asked, not sure what he meant.

From the table he sat in the bar, which kept the counter where she stood, behind him, he leaned back on his chair, bent his head backwards and meet her wide eyed gaze.

"I need the company" he said, still holding her gaze.

It was getting really cold inside, due to the rain which seemed to have gotten heavier...but at his last statement, she felt warmth erupt inside her.

"Oh God...." She thought.

She was 20years old back then. And she had certainly had her fair share of wild life, relationships and men. She was no virgin or saint.

But what she was feeling right now, was something she haven't experienced before.

She felt weak and volunerable...like she was being possessed, but she liked it...the feeling was exciting!

This stranger screamed danger, but it somehow didn't bother her!

Has she been bewitched?!!

"Oh God..." She thought again.

Claire watched as he poured whiskey into both glasses. She was sitting across him now at the table.

He handed her a glass.