Page 4 of The Rules Of Attraction
Fuck them.
Fuck them both, and life too for taking my father.
Defiance filled me as the buzz danced through my veins.
I was checking out of reality, just for tonight.
Tomorrow I’d start again with this job.
Just for tonight I’d be someone else.
Not Summer Daniels. The high achieving Miss Goody Two Shoes.
The music changed to a song I recognized and I opened my eyes. It was Touch Me, one of those songs that could bring out the sexy in me no matter how I felt.
Up by the bar, the volume had been kept to a low beat so people could enjoy the music and still hold a conversation.
Just like the cocktail, the chilled beat did something to me, lulling me towards it.
I was on the second level. I looked down to the main dance floor and saw all the fun everyone was having there and at the three other bars that circled it.
I wanted that too. Fun. Carefree fun.
How long had it been since I danced?
My body moved even before my brain could register that I was moving, and straight down the steps I went allowing the music to envelope me.
Swirling lights spiraled over me as I took my descent, immersing myself into the vibes.
The beat pumped through every single fiber of my body.
I found a good spot where I could move freely. Then I got sucked into the music and allowed it to move me in whatever way it chose.
Sexy, that’s what I felt like as I ran my hands over my head, down my chest and onwards to my waist. Soon, like everyone I was completely lost in the sounds of smooth sexiness.
It had been too long since I’d allowed myself a moment to relax, or just to stop and indulge in nothingness. Like now, dancing to the music with no thought other than to enjoy the beat, and enjoy the calmness that had settled over my mind.
I would have indulged in the temptation to become truly lost if I didn’t suddenly feel the distinct impression of eyes focused on me.
The club was packed, heaving with people and there were a lot of guys looking at me as I danced, but the magnetism and intensity of the stare was so strong that I had to see where it was coming from.
When I twirled around I stopped mid sway, locking my gaze with a man standing by the column near the doors that led out to the roof top terrace. The raised platform he stood on allowed him to tower over the people that danced around him.
It was him…
He was the one looking at me.
That was where the heated, penetrated blaze I felt came from, and he was still focusing on me.
This man was what I would have called deadly handsome and had the kind of gorgeousness you’d see on the Hollywood heart throbs women swooned over. The flashing club lights bounced off his blonde spiky hair and made his light eyes look brighter.
He was tall, standing over six feet and displayed a body that was all muscle with a mile wide chest that looked toned even from where I stood.
He oozed style with his black blazer and white button up shirt. The top buttons lay open allowing me to see corded muscle and just make out hints of a tattoo in the flickering lights.
I didn’t know what impressed me more. The confident, cocky manner in which he stood, or the masterpiece he was.
And… he was still looking at me, giving me his complete undivided attention, doing something to me that I couldn’t quite describe and hadn’t felt before.
