Hello everyone,

This is such a different fic from my normal routine. I am having such fun with this Drabble concept I will be doing a few more once this finishes. I can't even say how long this will be, but if you are a fan of it, let me know and I will keep it coming.

I am trying to make it until at least Halloween with this particular fic. This will I guess be my Halloween fic for the year.

Someone asked about my Twinward I posted as a teaser a while ago. After Stalked I will Drabble that one.

Anyway, thanks for joining me on this crazy as ride and it will get creepy but I happen to love it mixed with the sexy. Trust me, sexy is definitely coming right up, sooon.

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Bella-

His eyes drilled into mine through the mirror. Maybe he wasn't actually looking at me, perhaps it was my imagination. Pulling free of their magnetic hold, I stared at the drink Jasper pushed in front of me. I stirred the blue liquor with a short straw and chanced another glance.

He was still watching. Even hidden partially in the shadows, I could feel the weight of his stare, his pupils narrowing slightly.

I couldn't look away. I tried. Once. Twice. A third time before I gave up.

Boldly, I held his gaze as I lifted the drink to my lips and took a sip. His lips drew tight against his teeth, and his nostrils flared. Unable to help myself, I explored the contours of his face, sharp cheekbones, lingering briefly on his sharp nose before sliding to his perfectly etched lips. Scruff shadowed his jaw, giving him a fearsome look, adding to the danger oozing from his pores.

Wicked sensation darted to my core, and a strong pulse started in my clit.

What the fuck was that? How long had it been since I felt this type of stirring? Fucking years! Wiggling in my seat, I felt my skin grow warm at the thought.

Never, ever had a man caused this type of electricity from only a look. There was something dangerous, and piercing about the way he continued to stare as if he couldn't look away.

Jasper moved behind the bar drawing my attention. He gathered some glasses beneath the bar and lined them up in front of the mirror. Alice bumped me with her elbow, whispering, "Didn't I tell you he was hot?"

I felt the heat of the stranger's eyes drilling into me, trailing my spine to rest on my ass, and for a moment I forgot who she was talking about. Squirming, I glanced up at the mirror to see a waitress standing next to his table. Disappointment stole the first real thrill I'd had when I discovered his attention on the waitress. Pasting a smile on my face for Alice's benefit, I looked at Jasper and agreed with a nod. "He's totally hot. You should definitely get his number."

I'd barely finished speaking when my phone vibrated. I dug through my purse finding my cell.

Mike. Mike. My boyfriend Mike.

A glimpse toward the stranger enlightened me to the fact his focus was once more on me. I should feel like a bitch for the impact those eyes were having on me. I was taken, and I had no right feeling anything toward anyone else.

I didn't feel bad though. How the fuck could you feel bad about a stirring in your blood that hadn't ever been there before. Fear mingled with danger laced with insanity. Rubbing the goosebumps from my arm, I opened the text.

"Hey, babe, where are you? I was hoping we could get dinner tonight."

Punch away at the keys with a roll of my eyes, I replied, "Went out for drinks after work with a friend. I won't be home for a while."

"Well, I don't want to intrude. Have fun, babe. Text me when you make it home."

"Of course. Night, sweetie."

My stomach quivered. Yep, I was being a bitch. The worst kind too, because poor Mike had no idea I'd been feeling this restless need … this need for something.

Something just out of my grasp, something I'd been searching for my whole life. Something that made me feel the burning electricity that strangers' eyes made me feel.

Ready for another dose, I took a long drink, allowing myself another shot of crazy. I met and held his gaze through the mirror, squeezing my thighs together when my heartbeat hammered between my legs.

He raised his glass, taking a long swig of the brew, ever watchful. When he gulped his beer, the chords in his neck stretched, drawing my attention.

Suddenly, I wondered what the hell he tasted like. The tingle on my tongue caused me to shiver. Did his skin taste like salt? If I took a shot of this drink, and then sucked on the muscle between his neck and shoulder, would the flavor compliment the alcohol?

I didn't drink regularly and all at once the liquor shot straight to my brain. It was such a delicious pairing with the heat the stranger inspired, and so, I ordered a second one.

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