I don’t know what I was thinking asking Nikki to go out with me. It’s not that she was a bad time or anything like that. Hell, I was having a great time with her. I don’t remember the last time I was so comfortable around a woman or a time when I actually enjoyed being with one. However, being with Nikki made me want things I had no business wanting especially with her. I could blame it on the dress she was wearing. The black material clung to her body like a second skin not revealing much in the front but when she turned around her entire back was bare. Her skin was like silk. I know this because when we arrived at the club, she suggested we go to I placed my hand on her naked back to usher her through the club. I’ve been fighting a war inside my head since we arrived trying to keep my hands to myself when all they wanted to do was travel along her skin. I wanted to feel the goosebumps along her spine that my touch created.
It wasn’t the dress or the fact that her naked back was exposed to my hungry gaze that made me want her. It was simply her just Nikki. She owned the room actually she was the center of attention even before we walked through the door. The bouncer greeted her as if she was the queen of England kissing both of her cheeks as he let her passed the velvet rope. He stared me down until Nikki told him that I was a guest of hers with a grunt the beast opened the rope to let me into the club. We walked through a sea of people nearly all of them knew the girl on my arm and they all wanted to be near her. I couldn’t blame them. Not one bit. However, I wasn’t in the mood to share her either.
She sat on the bar stool legs crossed and her skirt inched its way up her thighs. I lifted my gaze from her legs why torture myself? She was staring at me with an amused look on her pretty little face. Her lips painted a rich crimson color curved upward treating me with a smile I probably didn’t deserve.
“You clean up nice Mikey.” She said her eyes quickly glancing along the length of me. I had thrown on a pair of black slacks pairing it with a gray button down shirt. I had shaved finally so I didn’t look like an ape and my hair was actually styled with a comb not just my fingers.
I leaned closer partially so she could hear me over the music that vibrated through the club, but mainly just to catch a glimpse of her scent. Whatever perfume she was wearing was putting me in a trance.
“I could say the same about you.” I paused to brush her hair over her shoulder so I could access her ear better. “You’ve turned heads since we stepped out of the car.”
She turned her head, glancing over her shoulder so that we were nose to nose. Her lips parted slightly her smile faltering. I stared into her eyes, wondering what was going on in that pretty little mind of hers.
“What’re you drinking?” I asked my fingertips lingered on her shoulder before trailing down her arm.
“Vodka and cranberry.” She said. I regretfully dropped my hand from her arm and signaled to the bartender. I probably should’ve left that part to Nikki considering the bartender was a guy and was only paying attention to the girls that shook their tits in his face. Yeah, we’d get a drink tomorrow morning at this rate. I glanced at Nikki as she chewed on her lip.
“What’s the deal? Guys don’t order drinks for girls anymore?” I asked her two seconds short of sticking my fingers in my mouth and whistling to get the bartender's attention.
She smiled sweetly at me before leaning over the bar, making eye contact with the bartender. She winked at him and he held up one finger signaling to her that he’d make his way to her next. Well, she didn’t have to shake her tits, thank Christ.
“Most guy bartenders gravitate towards female patrons for purely selfish reasons their dicks.” She laughed. “Close your mouth Mikey. Yes, I really did just say dick.”
Her eyes were full of humor as I struggled. I was sure she didn’t mean to sound so goddamn sexy, but one little word off that tongue of hers sent all the blood rushing down to my groin. I shoved my hand into my pocket and tried to reposition myself as she continued to talk. I could barely make out what she was saying because I was fixated on her mouth.
“They are just worried about their tips and which willing drunk chick they are going to end the night with.” She said through her smile as she focused her attention to the bartender that was leaning into her.
“What can I get you gorgeous?” He said. I wanted to punch him in the face.
Nikki looked up at me expectantly waiting for me to answer.
“Vodka, cranberry and a vodka straight.” I said peering at him. He stood straight, giving me a curt nod before he busied himself making our drinks.