Unexpected

Mission

“I can’t believe your actually here in the flesh!”

my younger brother Jackson yelled over the music . We casually sipped on some whiskey in a private lounge area. I just shrugged and grinned, taking another sip of my glass.

“I mean how long has it been? 4 weeks since you last crawled out of that hole you call an ‘office’” he actually threw up the air quotes and said Awh-fuss instead of office. I almost spit my drink out trying to contain my laugh! I reached for my napkin on my lap , knowing from experience how much of a goof Jackson can be. I composed myself giving Jackson a raised brow.

“ Excuse me, Mr. I get to go to a business party school because I know dad is going to give me a whole oil tycoon to run. Some of us have to work for a living.” Throwing the napkin at his face that still held a big smile. He caught it in the air and twirled it back at me hitting in the chest when I was going to lean back. He smooth his black shirt and leaned back with his arm across the adjacent couch. Hmph, more like opened it more to show off his tattoo across his brown chest...is that glitter?

“Don’t be salty Samuel” he said with a grin. “You know it could of been you to take over the whole operation but you wanted to sell extras on the street to prove a point”

he continued after taking a swallow of his own glass.

“The point I’m proving, JACKIE” I put an emphasis on his childhood nickname he hates, “is that we don’t have to do what our parents want but live our lives the way we want to” I finished while also finishing my glass.

“Well Sam” he said while pouring us another drink, “ I do want to take over the family business at least a part of it and before I do I’m going to get wasted and have the time of my life until I do! So let’s make a toast to living our live the way we want to”

“Here, here” I said tapping the glass on the table before downing the double shot he poured.

“Sorry to interrupt, but here is a complimentary bottle of champagne from the table across from you. She said she really likes how the glitter on your chest makes your eyes stand out” a blonde bottle girl said while setting the bucket of ice that held the bottle and then the flutes. She grabbed the bottle, expertly opened and poured the champagne without a drop spilling. I reached in my pocket of my silk shirt. And tipped her a $50. Jackson grabbed the flute and gave a award winning smile along with a wink to the lady who was turning red as a beet. He turned back to me with a cheeky grin.

“It’s the glitter every time” he says then takes a sip.

I do the same, hmm she has good taste for a vegetable. I shake my head at my own little joke and look across the club. My eyes catches a nice shapely figure across the room. The way the black sequin dress hugged her body in the right places paired with transparent black stockings and nice red bottom black heels caught his attention.

I could only see her from the back because she stood up to take off her red half coat and sat her red clutch on the bar by her friend she was talking to who I also couldn’t see because she was facing forward looking down into the phone. As she took it off he could see she was wearing a halter dress and it hugged her bosom like a corset. Her bronze shoulders had a little hint of glitter spray that led up to her nape that was exposed from her very high ponytail. He thought back on what Jackson said earlier.

Son of a b***h, it is the glitter. Right as I was about to turn away I realized something. As I was dazed out I didn’t notice that she had turned around completely to hang her coat on the chair and had caught me staring. I was caught red handed and now my heart couldn’t stop pounding over the music. I looked at what was once full pink lips now stained a wine red and a black cat eye that made those doe wide eyes look even more exotic. Her light brown skin looking even more tan against the glitter lightly dusted making her almost glow in the club lights. She almost looked like a doll. Not someone real. Just perfect. She turned around suddenly to the bar to call the bartender. Maybe I was staring to long.

Damn caught again in those warm brown eyes.