The Night He Bought Me

Not Just An Ordinary Night

Chapter 3

His glass met hers, as he met her half way with confidence,- “chik” – the sound of both their glasses touching. “Cheers, to the sweetest talking guy that I've met all”. Adrian chuckled, “what can I say? I can’t help myself, you look like you’re about to make me leave my wife and kids and runaway with you to a foreign country.” Ava looked at him, with a threatening connection, then said “I came in here with the intentions of making you spend a lot on me, I’m off after that anyways. Plus, those guys out front definitely paid me to go home early.” “So that means that I get to pay you to come home with me then, in that case?” Adrian said with a surprising beam of confidence. “Pay me to come home with you, do I look like a girlfriend for hire?” “Well yes, you do, and a darn sexy one.” “You got too many sweet words in that mouth of yours, I can’t manage. Did you request me here to talk, Mr., what’s your name? “Adrian, - you can call me Adrian” he responded.

Are you in a rush? He asked, I thought The Classy Red never closed for another four and a half hours. “Why so hasty? You know, I did plan to finish this bottle of champagne. The woman I was supposed to meet at the diner, my date? She must have made other plans, I told her I could only afford the squatters menu, if she wanted to eat at the Velvet Nights. I was thinking that you could be my date for the night instead. Ava looked at him with a daunting look, I never intended on going on a date, my intentions are to grind on you until you either made a mess on yourself, or couldn’t bare the thought of not being able to stick your d**k in me any longer and tap out. I would collect, and you would leave as a happy customer, just like all the other guys I ended up with me locked away in a private room with me. Said Ava, with a sexy, sassy tone. Does that implies that you had eyes on me, Ms. Ava? he asked. I had a few seconds to notice your presence when I walked in the ballroom, yes. Plus you were the only guy sitting at the bar my entire performance, and you were the only one wearing a tuxedo, seeming as if you had a business meet with the bartender. Adrian finished his glass in a single chug. Seems like I will have to carry you out of here on my shoulder. Said Ava.

nah, don’t worry about me I can handle my liquor” Adrian responded. “What about you? It seems like you’re not a heavy drinker. Aren’t you going to finish your glass?” “How about I climb on top of you?” Ava asked in a seductive breath, as she leaned in a little closer to him. Adrian only pulled out a pack of expensive cigarettes, offered one to her as she stared at him with a sense of disbelief. “Did he really just blow me off, for a cigarette? Ava thought to herself,- “no, no thanks, I will pass.” She said, with a hushed tone. But Adrian only closed his pack of cigarettes, and placed them on the table before them, and without even thinking to ask if she was a smoker or not, he took a lighter from the pouch of his tuxedo, lit it up to make sure that it was working, placed his cigarette in his mouth, and lit it ablaze. “smoke filled the air” – “inhale – exhale”. As calm as midnight; Adrian poured himself another glass of champagne, then he approaches Ava’s glass and took a pause, asking her if he should refill her glass as well. Ava waved slightly, saying no.

Let me she said, with her legs crossed. “This man was strange” she thought to herself, she took the bottle of champagne from his hand, poured herself a drink, and place the bottle back inside of the ice bucket. She raised her glass, she took a sip, she placed the glass back on to the table, then they both turned to each other… No words were spoken, just two people staring at other for a good thirteen seconds… Still no words spoken… Ava smiled and turned away, then looked back at him; he stared at her as if he was meaning every single word that he had said in their previous conversations. She continues to stare at him with an intense sense of anxiety – wondering what she has gotten herself into, because she was in all truth and honesty attracted to this man, as strange as it felt. Weak in the knees, she wanted to stand up to sit on his lap, she wanted to get closer; he had that look in his eyes. Champagne marinated, tobacco intoxicating his aura, she could feel his fingerprints imprinting into her soul – just from touching her skin tight dress, she just could not bare only sitting next to him; not for another minute.