Hey guys, I'm fairly new to this. So bare with me. Review what you think and if I should continue..
Adam POV:
I walked into the strip club that I had been visiting for about a month now. I didn't go in there to just find some broad to bang. I came in here to see her. Her. Her long brown curly hair, brown eyes that seem to reveal your darkest secrets. They call her "Bee" or atleast that's what the men she gives herself away to, call her.
I grabbed a table a couple of stations away from her. She was only wearing a lacy top and leggings that went to her hips. She looked beautiful. My eyes were torn away from her when a skanky, not so well dressed waiter asked me what I wanted to drink. I spoke up, "just a gin, thanks." Her eyes ran over my toned chest then walked away.
It had been 2 years since I had gotten my surgeries. After countless hours in the gym, I finally looked how I felt. Women notice me more. It's sometimes a burden if you wanna know the truth.
My eyes wandered back to her. She was giving this horno a sexy lap dance. I wanted to get up and hit him so hard for looking at her. But I refrained because she wasn't mine. I had to make her mine, or I'd end up dying inside..
Her piercing brown eyes met mine and I quickly turned my attention to the waiter bringing me my drink. She put on the table and gave me a seductive smile. "It's on the house, hottie." I gave her a nod and a small smile.
I brought the glass to my lips and felt the liquid burn down my throat. I wondered if she had ever been in love. If she had, it was probably with some dick who used her. The thought angered me. I don't even know why I cared so much, I didn't even know her real name.
I realized that I had gotten lost in my thoughts and didn't notice I was staring at her. She sure had noticed because she was glaring back. The guy she was giving a lap dance to had already left and she was heading straight to my table. Oh shit I thought.
"Why do you keep staring at me? Like what you see? Its 20 for a lap dance-" She said with fury.
"No. I don't want a lap dance.. I was just admiring your beauty." I said with compassion. I could see my answer had surprised her because she was looking at me with furrowed eyebrows. Sink or swim time. I stood up from my chair and introduced myself. "I'm Adam."
Her confused expression still played across her face, "what do you want?" She snapped back into defensive mode.
I quickly regained composure. "Just your name." I spoke tentatively.
"Why?"
"Am I not allowed to know your name?" I responded.
She grumbled. "They call me Bee."
I sat down and motioned for her to sit also. She hesitated at first, but eventually sat down.
"What's your real name?" I took another gulp of my drink. Savoring the burn. This was going to be a long night.
"You ask a lot of questions." Her orbs wandered around the room ignoring my eyes. "My real name is Bianca."
"That's a pretty name." She flashed me a smirk. Crossed her arms and slumped back into her chair.
"So did Ron-Ron send you to spy on me or something?" I was taken aback.
"Who's Ron-Ron?" I spoke confused.
"My ex. He's a bit possessive even though we aren't together anymore." He must be a dick. I thought to myself.
She stood up quickly. "I have to get back. But uh, nice to meet you."
I straightened up, "Do you maybe, y'know. Go on a date or something. I mean it's okay if-" I stuttered like a complete idiot.
She studied me with curious eyes. "I'm off tomorrow. Meet you at the Dot. Say about, 7?"
I was so amazed that she actually said yes that I was standing there like a buffoon with my mouth hanging open.
"ye-yeah. That would be great." She smirked at my stuttering and turned on her heel back to her station for the the next "customer."
I was left with my thoughts again. I can't believe she actually said yes. Not to mention that she actually seemed nice. She had a little bit of flare to her. Which I liked.
Bianca. That's such a nice name. Much better than Bee. I exited the club into the cold Canadian air. I entered my 2013 Camaro and headed in the direction of home. I was more than ecstatic for this date.