(Alex's POV)
I was really not in the mood for going out tonight. I had just gotten back in town from a quick run to the West Coast. US based runs were not typically my thing but sometimes I had to play a part to get the shit done. It was exactly what I needed as things with Slyvie were basically at a standstill. I had the tendency to use 'em & lose 'em and Slyvie was getting to the lose 'em stage. Who I couldn't get out of my mind was Piper. Anything but my usual type, Piper was stuck in my head.
I threw on a t-shirt & jeans, in no mood to fancy myself up, and headed out with Slyvie. I had no intention of showing her any emotion but she insisted on trying to hold my hand and hold onto my body.
"What is your problem Alex?" she continually asked throughout our quick walk over to the bar.
I so didn't want to get into it so I kept my mouth shut.
What better way to avoid your problems then with alcohol. I started off with a few beers and we progressed to playing quarters and taking shots. All along, Sylvie insisted on having her arm or her hand on me. After a few rounds, I got up and headed towards the bathroom. Once past our table, I made sure I took a good long look at a few hot chicks sitting at the table next to us. Whatever I could do to make Slyvie realize it was over, I'd do.
I stood outside the bathroom door and waited for it to become vacant. Just then, I heard a familiar voice shout out "Hey" behind me.
As I turned around, I could not believe what - or who - I was seeing. It was Piper. Not only was it Piper but, it was Piper looking fucking amazing in a pink silky spaghetti strap shirt. Fuck was so beautiful.
Somewhat taken aback, I managed "Hey...what are you doing here?" I took a quick glance back towards my table, knowing that if Slyvie saw Piper, she would think I needed her assistance and come running over.
If Sylvie only had a clue. Piper, no good at lying, came up with "I heard about the burlesque show, you?"
It was obvious that was not her intention but I had no problem playing along. Piper could be the mouse to my cat any day.
"My friend Rachel's in it...she does a routine with a Ray Romano puppet...it's surprisingly sexy," I said as I looked deep into Piper's beautiful blue eyes.
I typically was not taken back by women. I never had a shortage of them and was just fine with using them for sex and moving on. I had no desire to become emotionally attached to any of them. Fuck that. But, as if I could foresee my life ahead of me, I knew Piper was different.
"Look Piper, I'm really sorry about that night...I'm not a shady person." While not entirely true, she didn't need to know that.
Without taking her eyes from mine, Piper said "Oh don't worry about it...I've never been punched in the face before...it was probably a good life experience."
"I'm new to this whole relationship thing, I don't know the rules," I told Piper.
"That's the whole problem isn't it? Rules aren't any fun," said Piper, as I quickly found myself needing & oh so wanting her.
The bathroom door then swiftly opened, which took us both a little by surprise. Piper readjusted her stance and quickly said, "Listen, if that is your future wife out there then by all means, tell me to back off...but you pursued me, and I liked it. I've never felt...I've never considered myself a very sexual person but, ever since that night..."
Piper got closer to me and whispered into my ear, "I Want to Taste What You Taste Like."
As one of the sexiest things a woman has ever said to me, I closed my eyes in sweet delight at these words. Fuck Slyvie...I needed Piper and I needed her now. I looked into her eyes and in mere seconds, our lips & tongues had become one as we engaged in a beyond sensual kiss. I had to have my hands all over her and needed her. I pulled away from the kiss but just long enough to pull her into the bathroom. Smirk on my face, and nothing but shock on her's, I locked the door.