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Chapter Two right here! And no...this isn't a Mary Sue. I wouldn't write one of those...trust me. Have fun and send me a review!
Chapter 2- The One
Well, he sort of saw her. With all the lights flashing around them, he could barely make her out. But, she was coming closer, at an angle in a beeline for the bar. One thing was sure : Jay was correct in his statement. This girl was the one he'd been dreaming about all his life.
She was tall, and proportioned like a goddess. She wore a tight, black, mid-thigh length mini dress with black lace overlay and sleeves. Needless to say it fit her like a dream. He hadn't seen a sexier garment in a very long time.
I'm always a sucker for lace Nick thought as he scanned her body, which was becoming clearer as she turned to weave expertly through the crowd of people. Nick felt intoxicated immediately, though he had only gotten halfway through his second glass of beer. He was awed by the girl coming his direction, and began to slowly, meticulously look her over, half-expecting she was just a mirage. This girl looked too good to be true.
Her body looked flawless, thin but not stick-like. Her skin positively glowed, and, from what he could see, it was beautiful porcelain. Despite the distance, Nick instantly got the feeling that she wasn't a college student, but more mature than that. From the way she carried herself, she had the confidence of a grown woman, strong and intimidating. She was powerful, and she knew it.
She had long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever, and she was wearing gorgeous laced-up stilettos. He drew a sharp breath when his eyes roamed over her form to look into her eyes, but realized she had turned her head, giving him only an eyeful of gorgeous coffee colored curls. He gazed intently at her, waiting for her to show him her face, but she kept on walking towards the bar, seductively moving her hips in part to the music. She took an empty seat at the bar, and it was just Nick's luck that there was a little space for someone else next to her. He was overcome with an animalistic desire. This electricity had bonded him to this wonderful, dazzling creature, and he wanted to make her his. He inwardly vowed he would not stop until he knew who this girl was, and hopefully he would see where it would lead from there.
"Go get her, Tiger!" Jay shouted as he pushed Nick out of the booth. "Thank me later!"
Nick took one last swig of his beer, high-fived Jay, and made his way over to the bar in a quickened pace. He couldn't resist the magnetic attraction, and knew that thisgirl was going to be the girl to break his dry spell. He was sure of it.
He slid up to the bar, and silently cleared his throat in preparation for his big move.
Okay Stokes He thought to himself it's been a while, but you know the drill. You've got one shot to impress this girl, and since she's excruciatingly gorgeous, you've got to do it correctly. Don't, I repeat, DON'T screw this up. Don't talk about your momma. Don't talk about Discovery Channel. DON'T JUST STAND THERE! FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST SAY SOMETHING!
He turned on his Southern charm and leaned into the mysterious woman, who was staring towards the crowd and away from Nick. She was slightly leaning on the counter, her right hand fiddling with her curls, the fingers of her left hand tapping in expert time to the pulsating beat blasting from the club speakers.
Nick went to tap her on the shoulder, but something stopped him. He suddenly felt self-conscious and unsure. He knew it was his last chance to back out of this risky endeavor. Nick felt the attraction, and acknowledged inwardly that she really could be what his life needed. She could be the one to break his cycle and restore his liveliness. This gorgeous mystery woman could give him back his soul. He looked to Jay for reassurance, but quickly spied that the good ol' boy was already chatting up with what looked like the biggest bleach-blonde undergraduate in the whole club. Well, this is it he thought to himself, past the point of no return.
He leaned in closer so she could hear his voice over the throbbing bass of the DJ's mix.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Nick asked in his most suave, sex-laced tone.
"That depends…" a husky yet familiar voice rang in his ear "Would you be buying the second round, too?" She turned around to face him, and suddenly he felt like a brick had hit his head.
A very, very, very hard brick.