Why did I let my friends drag me into this? Okay so Verdent was nicer then all the other clubs they take me too, I'm still missing games of thrones. And this is all because they feel I don't have a social life. Maybe I don't but that so doesn't mean they are allowed to put me in the sluttiest outfit they could find and take me clubbing. They only brought me here so they could try and lay Oliver Queen. He's only been back a few months but probably has more girls flying at him then from before the island. I'm sure he's a great guy and all but a billionaire play boy image is hard to change. Snapping out of my thoughts I look around. My friends have officially lost me. I think they said something about dancing but I'm not really sure. Eh whatever time to leave. Pulling out my phone I send a quick text to Natalie the one who orchestrated this whole event. Not noticing where I'm walking or maybe from the beer I just had, I walk into something or maybe someone.
"Oh sorry, didn't mean to hit you."
"That's fine, leaving so soon?" The husky voice says really close to my ear.
Slowly bringing my eyes up, I look into the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen. Yes they are void of emotions but they are startling, especially with the thick lashes around them. Letting my eyes roam over the rest of his face I notice who is standing right in front of me. None other then the pretentious, rude, arrogant play boy Oliver Queen.
"Um hi, yah I'm heading out. Great club by the way. Really nice, locations a little strange but I guess brings more employment to people in the Glades. That's really nice of you. And wow I'm rambling, so yah I'm gonna go now. Nice meeting you. Okay bye." And with all my awkwardness, I walk around him to the door.
"Um hey, it's early what do you say to me buying you a drink? I promise I won't bite, well unless you want me too." Oh that devilish smirk is sexy as hell. Why is he spending time on me? Theres a room full of girls who are ten times more his style then a quiet IT girl. Even my clothes, which I didn't pick, are more conservative then half of the room and it's the sluttiest thing I own. Trying to think of an excuse to leave before further embarrassment is hard. He is technically my boss seeing as I work at Queen Consolidated, maybe I should tell him that.
"Look I'm flattered that you're taking your time to talk to me and offer me a drink. But I have to go. Have a nice night. Bye." And with that I walk across the room, hoping to whoever is listening that I never see him again.
