HIS POV

       Her soft skin is taken over by the goosebumps. With only the simple stroke of my touch her eyes turn a shade darker as her lips part, waiting for mine to meet them.

       "Brian," she whimpers as I remove my touch from her. Her soft breathe fans my face as I lean down toward her neck.

       Her sweet intoxicating scent. A mixture of sweetness, but a sexy tanginess. It consumes me—

       "Earth to Brian!" The loud voice ends my happy daydreaming.

       I turn around to find Anthony waving his hand in front of my face. He stops once he has my attention. He gives me teasing grin as he crosses his arms over his chest.

       "What?" I snap as I walk over to the product I am supposed to be photographing and adjust it.

       "Nothing," Anthony shrugs innocently. "I have just been watching you stare at that bouquet of flowers for the last tent minutes with a lustful expression. I did not know you rolled that way."

       I give Anthony an unamused frown. This however makes him burst into laughter. I nudge him out of my way as I walk back to my camera.

       "Shut up," I growl in a menacing tone.

       Anthony composes himself and I lean into my camera, snapping a few quick photos. Anthony walks over to my desk and lets out a low whistle when something catches his attention.

       "Are you going to go?" He asks as he lifts up the crumbled wedding invitation.

       "No," I answer in a duh tone as I roll my eyes in annoyance. Anthony seems to catch on to my cranky mood.

       "Are you alright?" His eyes show genuine concern and he sets the invitation down. "I know this whole Dennis thing is still a touchy subject-"

       "It's not about Dennis," I sigh.

       "Then what has you with this whole ogre-like attitude?" Anthony cocks his head to the side raising an eyebrow. I set the camera down and rub my temples.

       "I met this girl-"

       "That's good!" Anthony says excitingly as he plops himself into my desk chair and places his crossed legs on my desk.

       "It's not," I let out a sulky groan. The dirty-blonde perks up interested in my love-life gossip. "She is so beautiful and funny and—man, she is something different. At first I only wanted a distraction from Dennis but she woke up this feeling in me. It's like nothing I have experienced before."

       Anthony grins mischievously and shakes his head. "You are so whipped, man."

       "I want something more with her," I admit.

       "Then go for it!" Anthony says with a supportive tone in his voice.

       "I can't," I rub my neck and Anthony frowns.

       "If it's because of Dennis, you should move on. She was just a gold-digger that left you for some surgical douchebag and she does not—"

       "I don't care about Dennis anymore," I cut him off. "This girl I met, Samantha. I don't know, she doesn't seem like she wants more with me. On top of that I don't even know where to find her."

       "Wait, wait, wait," Anthony chants. "Are you meaning to tell me you fell in love with a one-night stand?"

       "Not exactly," I reply as I run a hand through my hair. "We have seen each other more than once, but I don't know every single thing about her. All I know is that she can sometimes be found at Midnight Sinn."

"Sometimes?" Anthony's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, creating a tiny wrinkle in the center of his forehead.

"It is a long story," I emphasize the word 'long' and Anthony gets the hint that I do not want to talk about it at the moment.

"Let's go to the club today," Anthony suggests. "Maybe we will find your mystery girl there."

"It's a long shot," I argue.

Anthony gets up from the chair and stares me straight in the eye. "We are going," he persists. "Plus, I want to meet the gal that has you so smitten."

***

       We walk into the noisy nightclub. It is already almost full and it is inevitable rubbing up against someone. I try my best to find the beauty I have been thinking about all day.

       I was quite disappointed to wake up alone, but I was not surprised. I will only try one more time, but if she turns me down than I must surrender. I did not want Samantha to think I am some sort of obsessed stalker.

       "Do you see your mystery girl anywhere?" Anthony shouts through the loud music.

       "She has a name you know," I snap as I look around the crowded club. "But no, I don't see her."

I look through the many faces but nothing. I let my eyes scan every corner until I stop at the bar. There she is. The same magnetic pull that won't let me forget her, tugs me toward her. It is as if I have been starved for months on end and she is the last meal on Earth.

I wait until her customer's leave before I go in, completely forgetting about Anthony. I press the golden bell to attract her attention. She turns to me but her gaze does not look up to meet mine.

"How may I help y-" her eyes widen as she finally looks up. "W-What are you doing here?!"

       Her surprised expression makes her look... cute. Her auburn hair is tied back into a ponytail and a few strands are stuck to her face due to the small droplets of sweat beginning to trickle down her forehead. I swallow the lustful lump in my throat as naughty memories resurface.

       Play it cool, I tell myself.

       "You thought I'd give up so easily?" I cock my head to the side with a smug smirk.

       She crosses her arm in a sassy manner. The action causes the white button-down shirt to hug her body tighter, clutching onto her skin and making her white lace bra visible. I divert my gaze from her bosom and toward her angry blue eyes.

       "You really are persistent aren't you?" She frowns and lifts a brow.

       "Look, I know we agreed for one last time but I can't stop thinking ab-"

       I feel an arm drape over my shoulder. "So this is your mystery girl?"

       "And you are?" Samantha asks confused on who the blonde standing next to me is.

       "You always go for the beautiful ones," Anthony jokes before reach over to grab Samantha's hand. "The names, Anthony. You are quite the beauty."

        "Thanks," Samantha responds dryly. She does not seem fazed by Anthony's charm and I smirk proudly. "Look, if you aren't going to order anything, I have other people to attend."

       We follow her gaze and turn around to see the line of annoyed customers behind us. I turn back to look at Samantha with a cheeky smile.

       "What time do you get out of work?" I ask hoping she'll answer me truthfully.

       "Twelve," she replies. "We can talk then, now shoo."

       I smile happily as I reach for her hand and give it a light peck. "I'll see you then," I say before walking away and letting her go back to her job.

Author's Note
It seems like Brian is not going to let go of Sam any time soon. Do you guys think Samantha will cave in? Let me know your thoughts in the comments any predictions. Thank you so much for reading. I will see you guys next week with another chapter.
Stay safe. Stay healthy. Stay awesome.
Xoxo, Liz 💋💋💋