The Mirror

I noticed him as soon as he stepped into the dingy pub. He wore faded jeans, a tight white T-shirt and a leather jacket, but it was the rough stubble on his firm jaw line and the shaggy cut of his black hair that gave his good looks that dangerous air most women, including myself, found so irresistible.

His eyes scanned the room stopping when they met mine. Acknowledging my gaze with a slight nod of his head, he walked toward the bar. The way his body moved encouraged my eyes to travel over his broad chest and flat stomach to the impressive package under his belt buckle. I could feel my anger and frustration receding, lust replacing it. A distraction, just what I needed.

He stopped next to the stool I occupied at the bar and ordered a beer from the pretty bartender. She gave him an obvious look of invitation as she opened the bottle and set it in front of him, but he ignored her and turned to me.

“What’s a good girl like you doing in place like this?” he asked, a blend of mischief and lust in his dark eyes.

“Thinking about what an asshole my boyfriend is.” I answered honestly.

He raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

Needing no further encouragement I unloaded all my pent up anger on him. How I was on my way home from a very important business trip that had kept me away from my boyfriend for three weeks, only to have my car break down. To make matters worse, when I called to tell Jamie that I would have to spend the night in this two-bit town on the side of the highway while it got repaired, he picked a fight with me. He’d made a special dinner for us and had planned a romantic evening in anticipation of my return and was mad because now his surprise was ruined. When I suggested he drive the hour to come and spend the night in the motel with me, like a little boy sulking, he hung up on me!?

“So I’ve been sitting here for three hours, alone, bored, and frustrated.” I finished.

“I have something that’ll make you feel 100% better”, he said as he shifted closer.

“Yeah,” I asked derisively. “What would that be?”

He leaned in so that his warm lips brushed my earlobe as he whispered “Me.” The heat from the hand he placed meaningfully on my stocking clad thigh spreading rapidly through my body.

A shiver ran down my spine as my mind went blank. “YES!” my body screamed. “Let’s go”, my lips answered.