The Date

Greg strolled into the bar with his heart beating to the time of the jazz. He paused to scan the room. A tattoo caught his eye—it shimmered in the light—an iridescent dragonfly that appeared to hover on a pale ankle. He knew it was her. She had not noticed him yet. Her high heel tapped to the beat and she sipped her drink slowly. He wants to kiss the cream from her lips. He wanted to kneel in front of her and trace the dragonfly with his tongue. He wanted to taste the sugar of her skin. He glanced up and realized she was waving him over. Her sexy pink lips stretched into a warm welcoming smile. His breath caught at the thoughts spinning in his head. He wanted to strip her and place her on the bar edge. He wanted to start by kissing that sensuous tattoo glittering at him and work his way up. He slid onto the bar stool next to Chloe and tried not to get lost in her big green eyes. He hoped she would reach out and touch his arm or leg. She laughed and joked with him. She apparently was quite friendly with the bartender and Greg had the feeling that the bartender was not happy to see him there. Chloe touched his arm to make a point and sparks ignited quickly inside him.
Mike walked from behind the bar as the guy sauntered up to Chloe. He silently replaced her napkin with a new one just so he could have a reason to be near her and smell her perfume. It was an intoxicating mix of amber and vanilla. Her scent was not strong or overwhelming, but it was definitely heady—or maybe that is just how she made him feel. He always kept it professional. He knew she liked her Irish coffee with decaf and an extra shot of Kahlua. He always sprinkled cinnamon on the whipped cream and was creative with the straw placement. He knew she would order water with a lime slice soon to pace herself. He knew she was meeting this guy for the first time and he was envious. He was called to the other side of the bar and tried to ignore the desire to turn and stare. Chloe had told him she was going to make this a short night because she had a headache. “The shorter, the better ,” he growled under his breath. Chloe caught his eye and nodded to her friend—“Beer for my friend, Mike.” She smiled and winked at him. Chloe was classy. She never stood up dates and she was always friendly no matter how socially inept or unattractive her dates were. She had been doing the online dating for a couple of years now she recently confided in him. She was tired of it all and was ready to meet the one.
Chloe was lost in the music. No matter how sick her migraines were, she always wanted to get up and dance. Her foot tapped to the beat and she counted off an east coast swing in her head. She was not really there all the sudden, but out on the dance floor with her instructor, Felipe. She smiled a big radiant smile. Dancing and music made her happy. She felt her headache sliding away as the Irish whiskey slipped into her veins. She was visualizing a new dance routine for the upcoming dance showcase. She pictured Felipe and her in gangster outfits doing a swing and cha cha combo. She saw Felipe twirl her around like Ginger Rogers and then she was doing one of those sexy wraparound dips. She was so lost in her reverie she forgot where she was. She looked up and realized Greg had just come in. She smiled and waved to him. She wondered if he danced. She figured she would give him an hour because most likely he would be like all the rest of the boring men she had met recently and she did still have a headache. She caught Mike’s attention so Greg could order his beer. She liked Mike and enjoyed chatting with him while she waited for her dates. He was cute too. Greg was more attractive than his picture. Choices, lots of choices.....

Copyright Kim White@2008