Fated Meeting
"Are you evil?" The question came out of nowhere for the group of men crowded around the bar. As for the one who said it, her accent betrayed her as an American, making the heavily stilted and accented Arabic question all the more random. The Alibhain bar was crowded, with many people sweating in the typical heat. It had been a typical Friday night for the group up until this point, but this was not a typical question.
Tyr looked up from his half-finished beer. He stared into a pair of soulful brown eyes and was instantly entranced. The woman addressing him was portly; portly and perfect. She had the look of someone who was losing weight; her black jean dress was a few sizes too big and this seemed to please the woman. Or maybe it was that she was lit up inside. Her honey-brown skin tone matched his own, smooth and unblemished. A slow, amused smile crossed his thick lips as his continued appraisal of her caused her to duck her head in embarrassment. She didn't look away though. He had to give her credit for bravery.
"Pardon me?" he asked in English, ignoring the sniggers behind him. The drunken girl shivered as most women did at his natural baritone.
"You're evil, right?" the girl asked again this time in English. "I mean, you're gorgeous, so you must be evil. I was just wondering is all. It's not every day that I spot an African battle god." The snickers of his bodyguards were reaching a fever pitch. Tyr chuckled, deeply amused, and adjusted his sexy lounge against the bar to include the young woman in their group.
"You have a thing for bad boys?" he asked in amusement. The girl backed up a step, her hands held up as if in surrender.
"I serve the forces of good," she protested emphatically.
"I take it that you've known many evil men?" he asked with a grin.
"Boys," she corrected. "And yes, I've known plenty. I've never even had to ask before. But you're, like, a god among men - I want to be sure."
"And what would you do if I was evil?"
"Nothing," she shrugged. "I stay far away from evil. The Lord protects me from it. It's just a point of curiosity right now." She took a gulp of her half-forgotten drink, trying to appear casual. The young king regarded her again. Yes, it was fitting that she would be religious. She was so innocent. And so very, very drunk! Watching her clear gaze bore into him, honestly waiting for a response to her ridiculous query, he was instantly attracted to her bold, bright spirit. Strangely, he thought that she would make a good queen.
"Well, as I am absolutely fascinated by you, I will tell you that I am not evil." She looked him over skeptically in her drunken haze, charming him further. The conversation was not going at all like a typical one for a man of his stature. Usually, women were more interested in his bulging muscles, and those who knew who he was were absolutely fascinated with his wealth and status. Foreigners flocked to him begging for sex and he accepted or rejected them based on his whims. But this girl… She wasn't looking for sex. She wasn't flirting. This was an honest question she'd just asked a complete stranger. He found her daring and sweet.
"That sounds like something an evil person would say," she shook her head, backing away. Loath to let her get away, he grabbed her arm before she could turn tail and pulled her close.
"You could stick around and find out for yourself if you wanted," he whispered in her ear, making sure to caress the shell of her ear with his lips. As he would have expected of the excitable woman, she shuddered with pleasure and moaned before yanking herself away from him and scurrying away from their spot at the bar. The group of men burst out laughing at that.
"So, should we be expecting a raise? You being 'evil' and all," Omar grinned, swigging his beer. The others joined in on the good-natured ribbing. The man himself was careful to note where his prey ended up in the crowded nightclub. Right now she was hidden safely behind some couples near the dance floor, being congratulated by her friends. She seemed to be in high spirits, accepting several fast shots of liquor as she laughed along with the seven women surrounding her. Perfect.
Careful to keep his quarry in sight - which wasn't easy as she was several inches shorter than everyone around her, Tyr joined in the conversation around him. After fifteen minutes or so, however, he tired of the jokes and bid his friends goodnight. Everyone knew that he didn't actually need his bodyguards. The man was in the prime shape of his life and able to take on any threat. It was pretty late by now; the club was packed and people were loose enough that terrible and perfect pickup lines weren't taken awry. He had to take several women's hands off of his muscular chest as he crossed the room. The girl wasn't the only one to find him unusually attractive. She did have the honor of being the first to call him out on it so uniquely.
"You could be my playmate," the latest of these distractions purred at him, deliberately blocking his progress to his annoyance. She boldly caressed his sharp goatee to his bulging arm muscles, pressing herself up against his brawny body. Tyr took a step back, uninterested. He didn't even dignify her advances with a response, just skirted her with a look of contempt on his handsome face and continued to the innocent girl's position.
One of the women with the innocent lady noticed his rapid approach. She grinned at him but didn't warn her friend. He appreciated that. The last thing he wanted was to have to stalk her to the restroom when she ran to safety there. No, he was interested in having his prey tonight.
"Hello, little one," he murmured in her hair when he finally got to her. He slid his arms around her, laying his hands to rest on either side of the table as he pressed his front against her back. The girl jumped and spun around in his arms, eyes narrowed as if to give a nasty remark. Once she recognized him, however, the words died on her full, plump lips. She gawked at him openly and it took everything in him not to kiss her. "Did you miss me?"
Her friends burst into fits of raucous laughter, which pulled her out of her staring contest with him. "What are you… You were… You were over there," she finally managed to shake herself out of her stupor. She seemed to be fighting the urge to get lost in his eyes again. He laughed along with the group and all of the women shivered at the deep, rich tone as it hit the air.
"And now I'm over here," he managed to say, controlling his mirth with supreme effort. "I have to admit that I've never had a woman use such an… intriguing pickup line on me. I simply had to come over and learn more about you." He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, then smiled at her winningly. The woman gulped and tried to back away, but her back hit the table she and her friends were clustered at. Instead, she raised her arms again in surrender.
"I would never presume to pick you up, dude. I was just curious, that's all. You-"
"She won a bet," another of the women, a sexy redhead with a sassy attitude, piped up just as the girl was starting to get flustered.
"Really?" Tyr smiled and asked, partly because he wanted to embarrass the girl more and partly because he really wanted to know. His poor victim was starting to show red undertones to her smooth, dark skin. She was so drunk and embarrassed! He laughed again as she started flailing her arms, attempting to explain herself. His laughter was continually surprising him tonight; Tyr Anasazi was not one for copious amounts of laughter. A sexy smirk at a target was the most he could manage with the opposite sex. Yet this innocent little girl was pulling genuine laughter and smiles from him with her antics. Huh.
"...So please don't get the wrong idea," she whimpered as her friends continued to laugh at her. "The bet was that I could go and talk to the sexiest man on the planet without spontaneously combusting. I came close," she admitted, pressing her hands to her cheeks as if to try and cool them, "but I managed it. So now I get drinks from each of them."
"Good girl," he cooed at her, placing his hands over top of hers. She whimpered, leaning into his touch. He looked deep into her fully dilated, soulful brown eyes and found himself loving her.
"You really are evil," she said at last. He could feel her ears burning with humiliation.
"How many drinks have you had?" he asked in wonder, removing his hands but refusing to step back and give her the chance to run. He himself had been nursing a beer all night, so he was completely sober right now and glad of it. This chick was massively entertaining. And if the reactions of the group were any indication, this was not usual behavior for the girl.
"I only had a… God, I am so fucking drunk right now," she confessed, still cradling her cheeks and blushing. "We're from Nurses Without Borders, and we're celebrating our last shift here in Alibhai before we go back to Canada the day after tomorrow. Plus, she got engaged," she pointed at a brown-haired woman who looked three sheets to the wind as well. "We started out with three shots a piece but I've never had Tequila before - or any hard liquor - and it tasted horrible. I've been washing the taste out of my mouth with my usual girly drinks, but it doesn't seem to be working yet." Her eyes crossed briefly and he steadied her.
"So, you're a lightweight," he said fondly.
"I'm sorry I bothered you at the bar," she apologized out of the blue. Tyr blinked at her contrition, then lifted her eyes to his with a finger under her chin.
"I'm glad you did," he told her truthfully. The girl was blushing again; the heat radiating off of her was enough to warm his hand as he continued to stare at her. "Would you dance with me?"
"Oh, there you are, honey," the artificially blond brunette from before said, plastering herself to his back and draping her arms over him proprietarily. She ignored the table at large, licking the shell of Tyr's ear and beginning to trail her hands over the planes of his muscular chest. The girl's face dropped instantly and she once again tried to back away from him. Tyr frowned over his shoulder and raised a hand to the far corner. Almost instantly two of the bouncers came over and grabbed the woman.
"Hey!"
"You should pick your targets better," the man said evenly. "I don't know you and I don't want to know you. Goodbye." The bouncers started to drag the struggling woman away from her target.
"What are you, some kind of faggot?" she slurred.
"Obviously not," Tyr said calmly, glancing at his chosen companion.
"You must have lost some kind of bet to be hanging around some fat, ugly slob like-"
"Whatever game you're playing, you lose. Goodbye." The woman looked about ready to say something else, then she caught sight of his furious eyes. Eyes that said that saying more was a very bad idea for her. Her mouth snapped shut at that look and she settled for a glare at the woman he was entertaining. The girl shivered but otherwise stayed where she was. The Karen let herself be led away.
"What an unpleasant woman," he shrugged once she was gone. He turned back to his woman and sighed that she looked ready to cry.
"She's right though," the girl said miserably, her beautiful brown eyes full of unshed tears. "You're too attractive to be forced to look at somebody like me. You should just-"
"Dance with me," he commanded gently, holding a hand out to her. She looked at the hand, looked at the man, then accepted it with a wide, happy grin on her face. The girl seemed to float on her way to the dance floor. Tyr picked a spot that was relatively free of squirming bodies and pulled her close. Then he broke out his little used dance moves to impress her. She followed his lead perfectly, syncing to his rhythm and the music as if they'd danced a million times before. After an hour of showing off for each other, he led the girl back to her table.
"Way to go, Ceel!" Her coworkers broke into thunderous applause. The girl giggled and waved like British royalty before starting back in on the two free drinks left on the table for her. Her skin glistened with sweat; he couldn't wait to lick it off of her.
"So, where are you from, little one?"
"We're all nurses at the new hospital in Calgary, Alberta. We work in the medical cardiology unit in Canada."
"That sounds like a challenging and stressful job. Have you been at it for long?" he asked smoothly, nudging his unfinished beer at her. He smiled in amusement when she upended the bottle.
Smiling with a soft burp, she answered with an adorable slur to her words. "First off, thanks for acknowledging that our job is hard. Most people just make porn jokes. As for the unit, we just opened up shop two years ago. I was quite fortunate to get a job like this straight out of college. What about you? You didn't get those gargantuan muscles working at the five and dime."
"No I didn't," he chuckled. "I train obsessively between my diplomatic duties. My crew and I were just unwinding after a stressful day." And hadn't today been stressful? As the five-year anniversary of his father's death and the official anniversary of his rule in his kingdom, today had been one hell of a day for the twenty-seven-year-old. He'd been making speeches and trying to run the land during a day of mourning. He had already arranged to take the weekend off and had somehow ended up in this little dive bar tonight. Funny that she just happened to be here tonight of all nights, drunkenly carousing with her friends. But it didn't feel like a setup like his mother, bodyguards, and every member of the local nobility with an eligible daughter had been doing to him since his reign began. Looking her over once again as she hummed along to the music, he decided that even if it was a setup, he was uniquely fascinated by it. This girl was giving him a reason to smile if nothing else.
"I'm sorry," she said contritely again.
"I'm not," Tyr smiled at her. "I've met an absolutely fascinating woman with whom I have gotten to share a lovely evening." The music had changed to something deeply erotic as the club prepared to close for the night. Since it was already three in the morning, this made sense. Tyr took the opportunity to bring her back to the dance floor and rub her all over him. Her scent was intoxicating even with the smell of alcohol on her. He could tell that she wasn't wearing perfume or much beyond antiperspirant. It was refreshing to be around a woman who was confident enough in herself that she didn't need to completely obliterate her scent. Though he had a feeling that it was more apathy than anything that attributed to her scent. This girl simply did not think of herself as a desirable being. He would have to do something about that. By morning's light, he planned to do something about that.
She seemed oblivious to his intentions as she continued to grind herself against his front, moving sinuously against his body. Letting her excite him, he turned her around and captured her lips in a deep kiss. When she gasped, he took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into her mouth and claim her for his own. Not even the copious amount of alcohol could take away from the sweetness of her mouth. The male devoured her with a groan, barely able to contain his need to be inside of her. He could taste her innocence on his tongue. She was completely unspoiled! A complete innocent; the clumsy strokes of her heavy tongue proclaimed her inexperience without question.
'A woman with the heart of a child,' he marveled silently as he continued to devastate and overwhelm her senses. Part of him wanted to slow down, to get to know this woman and find out if she indeed had the heart of a child. The larger part of him, the part that was eager for her companionship… He crushed her to him as he finished kissing her sweet lips. He looked down at her arrogantly, then blinked in surprise when he saw tears in her eyes.
"What's the matter, little one?"
"That was my first kiss," she whimpered. "That was my very very first kiss ever and it was stolen by a stranger. I don't even know your name." He stared at her for a moment before leaning in to rub his nose against hers.
"Was it scary?" he asked, rubbing his nose against her cheeks and down to her chin.
"Mmmm… no," she hummed as the urge to cry left her, curling around him as he started placing kisses on her chin and neck. He smiled at having so easily dodged her question. He was reluctant to give his name to her and have her look him up and figure out exactly whose attention she'd captured. Anonymity was his friend tonight. He had a feeling that a simple girl like her would never allow herself to be associated with 'a rich dude', much less actual royalty. Determined that he was going to have this curious woman screaming in his bed tonight, he carried her to the exit. He hailed one of the many cabs outside of the club, all the while licking her neck and listening as she moaned her contentment. He wasn't quite sure how he managed not to strip the poor girl down and fuck her senseless in the cab. Proximity to his luxurious home likely had something to do with it. She was worshiping his rippling muscles and rolling her hips against him in the most enticing way…
This is the superior version of this story that I was talking about. It starts off very similarly though, so bear with me. Thank you for reading and I would appreciate any comments you may have! :D