Going out of my way to visit a 'Adult entertainment' house and bar isn't really my thing in the least. But visiting said Bar to check out the stunningly hansom bartender, as a posed too the beautiful woman performers. Now that's strange for me, being as I never thought about my sexuality or even tried to define myself. I've never been attracted to any one before it wasn't top priority in my mind, relationships and sex never really crossed my mind much. But there's something attractive about the guy behind the bar. He served drinks and also works as a host I guess. I never see him take any interest in any of young lady performers. But I see him take male companions to the back room after they catch his interest. Maybe he's more then a host. He only chosen pretty guys that I've seen so far. I'm sitting near the bar sipping a virgin cocktail of some sort glancing up every so often to look at him. He's so attractive and beautiful. With his strong build and strong square jawline, soft five a clock shadow showing. I like his hair, jet black short curls and tan skin that made his emerald eyes shine. I notice I'm staring and look back down to my drink. The waitress that served me the doing came back around and asked me if I wanted another. I smile and decline for now, since I still have my previous drink to finish. I watch him mix a drink with a shaker his arms flexing. I hear my phone going of I pull out my phone, a I text from Emily too call her. I head outside for quite and a little more privacy. I grab my jacket and head to the door that leads to the alley outback. Once I'm outside I take out my phone and call her. She answers on the second ring. I finish my call making up a random excuse why I'll "try" make it to dinner with her and some of the guys, starting to feel a little bad about declining. I put my phone away turning around to head back in. That's when I see him, the bartender. Standing on the step smoking by the doorway. I immediately freeze in my tracks. He's wearing a black leather jacket that suited his frame beautifully giving him a dangerous look. "Want one?" I blink. He's holding out his pack of smokes towards me raising a questioning brow. "So do you?" I blink agai my face going red. "Uh- I don't smoke..." I stutter out. He smiled and put his pack of cigarettes back in his back pocket "it's just that you we're staring I thought you wanted one." I try to think up some excuse. "I was just-" he cuts me off "I also saw you staring at me in the bar." he chuckles and walks towards me to stand next to me, he leans in close to my ear "I even started putting on a show for you at one point and you walked out." I shudder a bit. I feel his hand go into my front jacket pocket "Maybe you'll call me some time?" he pauses for my name "um it's Reid" I breath out. "Okay... maybe you call me sometime right Reid." I'm holding my breath. He smiles and turns around to head back inside. "Catch you later Reid." he chuckles and he's gone back inside. I fall back leaning against the wall breathing. Just thinking of the way he says my name burns me up. He was so close. He smells like sweet alcohol and expensive after shave. I decided after that I should meet up with the guys since I was too embarrassed to go back in.
The next day during work I was walking towards my desk like I always did many times during my daily routine. I didn't know his number fell out of my pocket tell Emily picked it up "who's Nathan Reid?" she's looking at the piece of paper say the name Nathan sly like . I go all wide eyed and took the number from her hand quickly. "I-It's just a guy who's a friend." she raises a brow at me "oh really" she says like a sceptic, "a guy friend who writes quote on quote -call me sometime cutie- with little hearts?" I turn bright red speechless. "So who is he?" she smirks shifting her weight too one leg crossing her arms smiling. Garcia over hears Emily speaking. And rushes in "who's who? What are you guys talking about?" Emily glances her way and looks back at me "Reid has a guy's phone number?" Garcia's mouth wide in awe, she's looking at the paper in my hand. "Is that it? More importantly is he cute? Are you going to call him?" she asks all at once excitedly. "You should so call him after work! Wait! Are you even interested in him first?" I put the number back in my jacket pocket trying hard to ignore her excitement for a moment. My face is getting hot again I answer "yeah I'm intrigued by him...I guess" I drift off and avoid eye contact. I hear Garcia squeal with excitement and Emily say "Aw our little Doctor Reid likes a boy." she teases. We're interrupted by Hotch telling us good work and we could go home for the night. We all wait for him to go back into his office. I feel there gaze on me still "Well goodnight Emily, Garcia see you tomorrow." I try to briskly leave before they bring the subject up again. Picking up my coat and bag quickly as I can, I avoid eye contact while leaving, giving a small wave, feeling my face burning again. They try to start again but I'm already gone.
I'm sitting in a park staring at my phone in one hand, phone number in the other hand. Should I call him? I look at the digits. It was a cell phone number. Then I start to think, Who else has this cell number? Am I not the only one? I stop myself from over thinking, I'm reading too much in to this aren't I? I type the first 5 numbers a freeze, thumb hovering just above the number 4. I can't do this, what would I say? I always ramble about facts and statistics all the time what if I bore him with that, what do normal people say? I lean back on the bench eyes closed and I feel a much needed cool breeze run across my face. How do people do this? Or how do they manage these feeling day in and day out? I've never really thought about wanting a guy. Tell I saw him. I'm over thinking this again. I find the courage to dial the whole number. I here the first ring then the second ring and by the third I wasn't sure he'd answer. Am I bugging him? I hear a click and then his calm smooth voice came across the other end "Hello?" It feels like he's talking right into my ear again, sending shocks up my neck below my ear. I clear my throat and Answered back "H-Hello? It's Reid." feeling all flustered. "Reid? Oh I was waiting for you to call...what took you so long?" I hear him yawn. Am I boring him already? I shake my head. I clear my throat "I wanted to call sooner...but I wasn't sure if i'd be bothering you or not..." I shift a little. He chuckled and I instantly regret saying what I said. "there's no bother at all Reid, I'm glad you called cutie, wanna come over to my place or dinner first? I paused trying to process what he just asked, so straight forward. "Hello? Reid are you still there?" I realised I stopped talking for a long time. I get all flustered again and lose my train of thought. I asked without thinking "Where do you live?"
End chapter one.