My story

I looked in total boredom across the lavish dance hall. I don't even know why I come to these things; it's just a bunch of old men ogling young girls in sluttish outfits who are trying to get the attention of said old men's sons. But, it specifically states in my job description that I must make an appearance at this idiotic mating ritual. It was disgusting.

"Evelyn, darling, why aren't you dancing?" an annoyingly nasal voice piped behind me.

I sighed internally, and then plastered a fake smile onto my lips before turning around.

"Mina, it's nice to see you." I said in my job voice, trying hard not to smirk as her smile faltered a little at failing to provoke me, before immediately jumping into the next topic.

"So how's your home life? Still on the search for a man friend?" she inquired, seemingly innocent.

I was so very tempted to glare at her, but she was my boss and as only assistant art director, she didn't really need me at the office.

I laughed coldly "my home life is perfect thank you for asking. But, as you know, I have never been on the search for a man."

She pouted, "But Evelyn, you're a beautiful girl! You deserve a decent male escort." She was craning her head around trying to look for man as she said this.

I rolled my eyes as her back was turned, but then groaned when I realized that she was beckoning over some nerdy looking intern who had acne and was way over cologned.

I tried not to gag as he approached, and smiled thinly as he somewhat bashfully looked me over.

"umm-uh hi….my names josh" he stuck out the wrong hand, then blushed and stuck his hands in his pockets.

I nodded at him, and then returned to staring out at the hall.

"Yo-you have very pretty green eyes miss" he tried to start a conversation.

'Poor guy' I thought. He was only trying to be nice, but I just wasn't in the mood today. Looks like I was going to have to give him the old cut-and-run.

"Josh, how old are you?" I questioned

"19 in May" he replied enthusiastically, in the process dislodging on of his very well oiled hairs, and it stuck up straight.

I tried not to laugh, before replying, "well josh, I just turned 23, and-oh look, there's my boyfriend over there! If you'll excuse me…" I trailed off as I got up and walked towards the bathrooms, attempting to dodge mina's prying eyes before she saw me.

I ducked behind a tapestry for a moment as she walked by, and reached into the cleavage of my black dress to pull out my phone. It read exactly 10 pm, and I sighed before putting it back. 'Still 3 damn hours until I can go' I thought angrily.

I peered out from behind the tapestry, and saw mina across the room talking to josh. 'Uh oh' I thought as she looked around angrily, and I quickly tried to dodge around tables to get to the bathroom.

'Only 10 more feet' I thought as I started to jog, but then flailed and almost tripped as a cold hand shot out and grabbed my arm.

"Josh, I'm sorry but I'm just not-" I started before turning around and immediately stopping. Dark, dark red eyes stared back at me, smoldering and intense.

"Evelyn." A very familiar, gratingly sexy voice said.

"James" I whispered.

He looked at me and I stared back at him.

"What are you doing here?" I was still whispering, not having the courage to speak aloud, unless he vanished again.

"Dance with me" he replied, completely ignoring my question and leading me forward.

I tried to pull back but he did not stop, finally getting to his destination and winding his arms around my waist. I hesitantly put my arms around his neck, and we started waltzing with an easy grace.

"You're so damn beautiful" he said after 3 minutes of silence.

"You look the same" I replied, which in code meant out of this world sexily lethal. He just smirked and suddenly dipped me, ghosting his hand up my leg, then stopping at the knee high slit in my dress before running his finger farther up.

I heard a ripping sound as he did this.

"James, stop." I was blushing as I looked down and saw that the slit was now reaching to the middle of my thigh.

"Oh, Evelyn" he sighed,yet it sounded more like a growl as he stopped and started leading me towards the bathrooms. I just followed along, still unable to believe that he was here. With me.

We made it to the bathrooms and he dragged me into the family restroom, locking the door behind me. We just stood there, staring at each other. Then suddenly he was right in front of me, pressing me into the wall with his tux clad chest.

"What are you doing here?" I repeated, not daring to breathe at his closeness. He was incredible with his dark blond hair pulled into a ponytail, and his black satin tux fitting snugly against his form.

"I came back for you." He whispered, staring down into my eyes. I felt his hand slide up my leg, onto my hip as he came even closer. Our noses brushed against each other.

I closed my eyes against the tears that threatened to overwhelm me. He was back, here with me like I had been dreaming for the past 6 years.

I suddenly needed to think, and I pushed past him to go to the toilet. I was amazed at how comfortable I still was with him. I watched him as he stared at me, smirking.

"What?" I said defensively, flushing the toilet and going to watch my hands.

"Nothing" he appeared in the mirror behind me, still smirking and stroking my hair back from my face.

"Nothing you haven't seen before" I muttered, drying my hands then turning to face him.

"So, nice time in brazil?" I questioned, knowing that he would have to answer me. It was time to get some answers, before he distracted me again.

"Too sunny. Really hot." He took a step forward, but I backed up.

He frowned at this.

"no." I said, my voice quivering, " I want to know why you left. It's been 6 damn years James. You can't just show up out of the blue and expect things to start where they left off. Things have changed. I have changed."

"Oh really? Do you know what I think?" he whispered, coming closer to me with every step.

"What?" I answered angrily

"You haven't changed a bit. Your still you, with all of your crazy ideas and thoughts." He chuckled, but I didn't find it funny.

"So that's what you think? I'm just some silly little girl, floating through life with her head in the clouds? You have no fucking idea what has happened in my life. You left 6 years ago, and now your telling me you know me?" I was practically yelling at the end. I saw James raise his eyebrow at me as I continued.

"I'm not yours anymore! You left me all alone, just left me. Did you even miss me? Or were you too busy screwing Brazilian girls to care?" tears were running down my face as I screamed this into his face.

Suddenly I was slammed into the wall, and my breath left me with an 'oof' as he pinned my arms above my head with one hand and gripped my face with the other, forcing me to look up into his now black eyes.

"don't you ever accuse me of that. I fucking missed you more than you will ever understand!" he yelled, his beautiful voice breaking at the end.

I stared at him for a moment, then I roughly slammed my lips onto his own and released all my pent up passion and anger into that one kiss.

I pulled back, and he stared at me in surprise before attacking my lips and pulling me into him. I freed my hands from his grasp and I fisted my hands in his hair, raking them across his head and down his back. He growled low in his chest and violently opened my mouth with his tongue, and I moaned as he pulled me even closer.

I felt him tug on the ties that were holding dress up.

'this is not going to end well' I thought.