I take a step towards joining her at the bar when a Sheila suddenly appears beside me, “Hi Gabe.”
“Hi,” is all I say back, I have no idea who it is, I don’t even look in her direction, I join Lauren at the bar just as she is served our drinks, we grab them and I lead us over to a space closer to the dance floor and away from the crowded bar, we set our drinks down on the table and I lean back against the wall.
I can’t take my eyes off of her, she’s wearing this silky blouse, top thing and I am now positive she has no bra on, I lick my lip just thinking about how she would look out of those clothes and she catches me, shit, I take a deep breath to say something but I realise that she’s as affected as I am, she closes her eyes for a little too long and lets out the tiniest of sighs as she watches me lick my lip. Fuck. Me. I want her. There is no other thought in my head, all that’s going around is that, I want her, I want her, I want her, over and over and over, until it suddenly dawns on me that we have been silent for way too long and she is looking at me with those sad blue eyes and those cute little freckles on her nose and those tits, those fucking, perfect tits that are moving up and down as she breathes just a little too heavily, right in front of me and I think her nipples are sticking out, they’re hard, she’s so not wearing a bra, fuck! She. Is. Not. Wearing. A. Bra. Gabriel Joseph Wilde. Get a fucking grip and talk to the woman, before she walks away.
“So, you come here often?”
No, no, no. What the fuck am I saying? What a douche, seriously, kill me now! I’m almost too scared to look at her for a response, but I also can’t resist looking at her.
Her eyebrows are raised and she has an amused smile on her face, “Really? That’s the best you can do?”
I run my hand through my hair and let out a nervous laugh to try and hide the groan that’s actually escaping from me, I look around to see if my brothers are watching my pitiful attempts to engage this gorgeous, cute, sexy woman in conversation. They are, leaning against the edge of the bar. Cooper is laughing and shaking his head and Zac is holding two fingers under his chin, imitating the act of shooting himself, I give my head a shake. You can do this, make out it’s just Stella or Sam, just a normal conversation, about anything
“Sorry, that was poor, I’m really sorry, I’m shit at this.”
So, let’s just really fuck up your chances with her and let her know for sure that you’re incapable of holding a conversation with a woman. Way to go Gabe, what a wanker!
“Oh, I doubt that,” she says sarcastically, very sarcastically and for some reason I find it hot, like really fucking hot, she is so different, she’s not some young, stupid thing, she doesn’t want to root me just so that she can go away and tell her friends that she banged Gabriel Wilde, she has no idea who I am, about my reputation and I actually feel like the ground is falling away from me.
Sam told me that one day it would happen, that I would meet someone and bang, this is how I would feel, and bugger, she was right. I actually laugh out loud, I LOL as Ava would say.
I have to explain, let her know why I am so crap at this; I have to let her know how special she is, “What? Do you doubt that I’m not very good at hitting on women?”
That sounded wrong, it sounds like I’m bragging; I need Sam or Stella here, they would tell me what to say. What the fuck is wrong with me tonight? It’s got to be this indigestion, heartburn, food poisoning, thingo; it’s seriously affecting my brain.