A/N: I was hoping to have this chapter out earlier, but i wasn't really happy with it so I played around with it and this is what I came up with. Hope you like it. I'm trying to get a chapter out every few days and now that my eldest daughter is on school holidays it's getting a little more difficult to find the time, so please bare with me. Thanks again for the reviews, follows and favorites. It truly means a lot as it gives me an idea if you guys are liking it. As always reviews, feedback and suggestions are much appreciated. Much Love ox
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Christians POV
Captivating - verb - to attract and hold the attention or interest of, as by beauty or excellence; enchant.
"Another thanks" I hear this sweet, angelic voice say as I take an empty seat next to her at the bar.
"Bombay and lime." I order my drink as the over anxious bartender passes the woman a brown coloured liquid on ice which I can only assume is maybe scotch or bourbon. Hmmm straight hard liquor. I would have been more inclined to think women like her would like those lolly water drinks all colourful and pretty and shit. I glance over to the woman to get a better look. Small, slim body, chestnut coloured hair, long legs. Well, well what do we have here?
She's wearing a body hugging little black dress which has crept rather high up her thigh due to sitting with her legs crossed exposing her pale flawless skin. My cock twitches at the sight. I wonder what it would look like after a good flogging and a hard fuck. Fuck grey, you have proper channels for that shit! Maybe it's time to call Elena for a new sub. She can set it up. She knows what I like.
I will her to look at me as I can't see her face as she has her body slightly turned away from me. She seems to be staring down into her drink deep in thought. I wonder what she's thinking about. Fuck Grey! What do you fucking care for? What you think you going to do? Pick this chick up?
Well, it has been two months since Susannah. I do need a good fuck. It would definitely help with the tension since I've been living and breathing business deals for the last two months. Maybe use a little bondage; two birds, one stone. It shouldn't scare the crap out of her, tying her up is pretty harmless, I mean that's not much anyway, most women would find that hot right? So why the fuck not? I guy can have a little fun; relieve a little stress in between subs right? Elliot does it all the time. Maybe I'll take a page out of my big brothers man-whore book. Just this once. Just keep on trying to convince yourself there Grey!
Before I know it I open my mouth. "Put the young ladies drink on my tab." What the fuck?!
She snaps her head towards me, looking irritated that I've interrupted her thought process. "That's quite presumptuous of you. What? You think I can't pay for my own drink?" Oh, what a smart mouth. Normally I wouldn't tolerate such behaviour but for some strange reason from her I find it...captivating.
She takes a moment to look at me, really look at me. Her eyes roaming up and down my body. She's checking me out! It's now I notice her eyes; the most extraordinary powder blue colour, it's almost like she can see right through me. She blushes. Her eyes widen in approval and then a disappointing look fleets across her face.
"Shouldn't you be out there with your girlfriend?" She nods her head towards the dance floor and then downs the rest of her drink, then waves her dainty fingers at the bartender signalling for another one.
"I don't have a girlfriend." It's the truth, well partly. I don't do girlfriends. She doesn't need to know how fucked up I am that I've never had a girlfriend. I don't do that hearts and flowers shit.
She looks at me with disbelief, raising an eyebrow at me. "Then what's a good looking guy like you doing here sitting all alone then?" She downs half her drink. Obviously the alcohol is making her brave.
"You think I'm good looking?" It oddly pleases me. She blushes an innocent pale rose again. Oh Christ!
"Ah, yeah….. Pretty hot actually. You still haven't answered my question. Why you sitting here all alone then?"
"I'm not sitting alone. I have you. I'm enjoying the company of a pretty lady. I should be asking you the same question?"
"Hhhmp pretty lady my ass." She looks back down at her drink and starts swirling the remainder in the glass.
"I haven't seen your ass but by looking at the rest of you I'd say it's probably perfect, delectable even." I smirk which she returns with a half-smile and what looks like another blush. Damn these lights! What I wouldn't give to see how delicious her skin looks all pink. It probably looks even better after I've spanked it a few times. Stop it Grey!
"Are you normally this smooth with all the ladies? I'm sure you're surrounded in pretty ladies who want in your pants." She smirks and then downs the rest of her drink and quickly asks for another.
"No. You're the only pretty lady I want in my pants." Holy fuck! Did I just say that?! She looks at me her eyes wide, and smirks again. Interesting. I quickly change tact. "Why's a pretty lady like you drinking so many glasses of hard liquor?" I'm curious to know.
"Cause I can. Can't afford the tab that I'll run up?" She says playfully.
"Oh. Believe me baby, I can afford it." I finish my drink. Ask for another and skull it down; might as well play catch up.
She suddenly goes all quiet for a moment, emotions quickly flashing through her eyes as if she's replaying the last few minutes in her head; contemplating her thoughts. She watches me drink through her long lashes, like she's trying to read me. She takes a sip of her drink and mutters quietly, "Fifty shades if fucked up underneath hey?" Holy shit! I'm taken back by her comment. Can she really see through me? Or is alcohol making her brave to say whatever comes to mind.
I stare back at her, trying to hide my disbelief, deliberating what response to give her. Fuck it. I'll go with the truth. "Exactly. Fifty shades of fucked up."
She pauses, "Me too." She whispers into her drink, looking sad and lost. I feel this unfamiliar twinge of guilt. I'm unsure. Is she talking to me? Or herself? The mood of this conversation has definitely taken a nose dive. She's intriguing. Why would she see herself as fifty shades of fucked up? "You still haven't answered my question."
"Huh?" She shakes her head as if she trying to shake away the darkening thoughts that were starting to consume her. "What question?"
"Why are you sitting here alone?"
"I'm not. I have you." She says smugly, repeating my own words back to me.
"Point well-made Miss…?
"Let's not do names. This isn't going to go anywhere. Let's be realistic. "
"You wound me." I place my hand over my heart, faking to be emotionally hurt. Aren't you? What the fuck am I doing? You just got rejected. Women don't reject me.
She quickly finishes her drink, sliding off the stool to leave, standing so close to me I can smell her. Oh, she smells divine. "Nice to meet you." She whispers in my ear as she turns to leave grazing my earlobe with her soft full lips. No! She can't go. No, not yet.
"Wait. Would you like to dance?" What the fuck am I doing? I hold my hand out to her and look at her pleadingly. I can't let her go yet. Why Grey? You don't know her. You don't owe her anything. For some strange reason I don't want her to go.
"Christian? Hello, earth to Christian?!" Mia starts waving her hands in front if my face pulling me out of my reverie.
I glare at Mia. God she is so fucking annoying sometimes. "What Mia?" My voice laced with disdain.
"Dude! You were totally off with the fairies. "God damn it now Elliot's all concerned. What the hell is this woman doing to me? I only now realise that I've been led into some dingy little restaurant, definitely not my usual taste, but thankfully seated at a table at the back.
"Just got a lot on my mind. Billion dollar companies don't run on their own you know." As if I'm going to tell them what's really on my mind. What's really on my mind? A blue eyed brunette who I met 6 months ago, whose eyes haunt my dreams and whose eyes have miraculously reappeared in front of me...again.
Just as Mia is about to retort some smart arse comment she spots a friend and goes over to her. Fan-fucking-tastic. More of Mia's obnoxious friends she'll invite over to drool over me. It gets tiring real fast.
This day just keeps getting fucking better.
