11 comments/ 13681 views/ 6 favorites Gentle Seduction By: DarkAlleyGirl HER: Sitting alone at a tiny table in a dimly lit club, the music roaring around me, the bass kicking hard in my chest, I felt eyes on me. I scanned the crowd, but everyone seem to be preoccupied and in their own little world, moving to the beat of the music almost in unison. Then I saw him, a rather nice looking older gentlemen standing alone, his dark and seemingly gray eyes boring holes into me. Looking down, I suddenly felt the urge to pull my sweater around my shoulders. I wasn't dressed like the rest of the women in the club in their skimpy short dresses and low lying blouses. It just wasn't my style and I often wondered if that was why I always left....alone. HIM: I never could understand what was so enjoyable about being in a room full of college students as they danced around to techno music. The music was so loud and boisterous, the dance floor so crowded that people were constantly bumping into one another and so on; It was madness, however, I had nothing better to do than to watch the pathetic display of girls dressed in their most provocative outfits as they tried to lure in drunk and inexperienced boys with their bodies. It was sad really, but entertaining nonetheless. A real woman wouldn't have to put her assets on display to catch the attention of a real man. There is something to be said for class and elegance. But, that's just my own opinion and one that surely none of these "boys" share. So, I watched on, laughing as I watched them continue to sway when out of the corner of my eye, someone caught my attention. My gaze narrowed and my laughter turned into a wry smile. God she was beautiful. Her long wheat blonde hair lay in loose curls down her back; a beautiful comparison against the crimson red blouse that she was wearing and the red rose clip that pinned one side of her hair up. She had a body like a goddess as far as I could tell, although she wasn't on display like the rest of the "girls" in the club. Her jeans hugged her hips in a protective manner and the blouse she wore clung to the curve of her waistline revealing an hourglass figure. I sucked in a ragged breath as I watched her push her way through the crowd and sit down, alone, at a table across the room. I could not tell you how long I sat there and watched her. She looked agitated and somewhat lonely as she sat there scanning the crowd. When her eyes locked on mine, I wanted to look away, but couldn't seem to do so. I sensed her nervousness as she pulled her sweater so that it covered her bare shoulders. I got up and slowly made my way towards her. HER: I looked back over to where the gentlemen had been standing, but he wasn't there anymore. I felt a strange sensation of disappointment wash over me. From a distance he had been quite attractive and definitely not dressed like the rest of the guys in the club. He wore jeans, but with a nice sport coat and dress shoes. His hair was dark and fell slightly below his ears in waves and judging by the way his undershirt fit, I could tell he was built rather nicely. I smiled at the recollection. But it was the intense way he had looked at me that had my mind reeling, so possessive and animalistic. I had to shake it off before I stood up to fetch another beer from the bar, but just as I turned, I ran into something with the consistency of a brick wall. Realizing I had just about taken someone down, I immediately began to apologize as I looked up to find out who I'd bumped into. My heart jumped into my throat, threatening to strangle me. It was him...the gentleman from across the room. He hadn't left after all. I smiled nervously and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks and I knew I must be blushing. *Get it together, Sara* "It's okay. No need to apologize. The fault is mine," he said as he smiled at me. *God what a lovely smile* I smiled again, blushing even more. "Can I buy you a drink? I mean, it's the least I could do for my clumsiness," he offered generously. I couldn't seem to find words to say, so I nodded to him. He smiled an even bigger smile as he rested his hand on my lower back, urging me towards the bar. My body was completely aware of him and with the simple gesture, my skin prickled with chill bumps. "The lady will have a Blue Moon in a chilled glass, garnished with an orange slice and I will have a Diet Coke, please." Wow, he was just full of surprises. He knew what I liked and how I liked it. He had to have been watching me the entire time to know all that. And he ordered a Diet Coke? Hmmm.... HIM: I could see the surprise and questions playing in her mind when she bumped into me. I hadn't exactly expected or planned that out, but it happened so perfectly and created such an opportunity, I couldn't resist. Her eyes were dark green, her subtle black and gray eye shadow and long black lashes making them stand out and demand my attention. Her lips were a glossy cherry red, begging to be kissed and the way the blush rose to her cheeks when she realized it was me was like a drug and I couldn't help but think of the other ways I'd like to make her blush. Yes, I am a gentlemen, but I am still a man, so don't judge me too harshly. I can't deny that I wanted her, more than anything, but I'm a patient man nonetheless and so far she is a woman worth my time and efforts. She hadn't expected me to know what and how she liked her alcohol, but again, you can learn so much about a person just by simply watching them. Of course, that could prove to be a bit creepy as well and I wondered if she thought that about me. The Diet Coke I ordered for myself really threw her off. I smiled at the surprise on her face. She was confused and not sure of my motivations at this point. I could tell that she was cautious and not easily won over by most men. Lucky for me, I'm not like most men. "I'm Bryce, by the way," I say, reaching my hand out to her. She hesitates for a moment. Her guard is definitely up. "I'm Sarah," she says, hesitant to shake my hand. "It's very nice to meet you Sarah," I smile, as she brings her hand to meet mine. Her hand was so soft and tiny in mine, a wonderful fit. I could feel her trembling and apparently she was aware of how observant I was, so she was quick to pull it back. I wonder what she is thinking in this very moment. I can see the wheels turning, the questions rolling around in her mind. She refuses to look me directly in the eyes. The tension is burning between us like a raging fire and I know she must feel it to. "So, what brings you to a place like this? You are by far the classiest woman here," I say. Her entire demeanor visibly changes with that last line. "You think you know so much about me, huh?" she smiles, a mix of flirtation and warning laced in her voice as she traces the rim of her glass with her dainty fingertips. She's called me out on my observations, trying to turn the tables now...the minx. I do love a woman who challenges me. I smile back, glaring at her intensely. "The keyword there would be 'think' my dear." I pause before continuing, leaning in closer to her so that she can feel my breath on her cheek. "I know there is much more to you than meets the eye. That much I am sure of," I whisper in a low growl. I then pull away from her slowly and turn my attention back to the crowd. I can feel her eyes on me, searching for a giveaway, analyzing me. She doesn't trust my intentions, but that does nothing to eliminate the heavy cloud of tension weighing in the air between us. HER: *This man thinks he has me pegged, doesn't he? Well I guess I'll have to show him otherwise.* Admittedly, he'd had me rattled since I caught him staring at me from across the room and now having him in such close proximity to me was burning me alive. His confidence is strong and unwavering; despite my fruitful efforts to knock him down a few notches. He had managed to rile me by his observations and thrill me with his accuracy all at the same time. And God, when he leaned in and whispered to me, I thought I would melt into a hot mess right there in my chair. His eyes were a deep, beckoning blue; his lips full and taunting. His voice was so low and insinuating, his breath hot on my skin as his words washed over me. I could smell his cologne which was subtle and manly and I could no longer feel the thump of the music within my chest for my heart pounding so much harder in comparison. When he pulled away from me and his attention reverted back to the crowd dancing, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I wanted to know what game he was playing and why he'd chosen me as his opponent. A few minutes passed as we sat there, looking out over the drunken crowd before he spoke again. "You never answered my question," he stated. Surprise and confusion wrapped around my mind. "Excuse me." "You never answered my question about why you were here." *Ugh, he is relentless.* "Well....I just love how ridiculously loud it is in here and the warm beer is always nice and not to mention the ridiculously drunk men who can't dance with a woman without getting a hard on; those are my favorite!" I stated sarcastically, smiling at him. "Ah yes, I can see the appeal," he laughed. "I rather enjoy this place for those very same reasons actually...well, minus the drunken men with hard- ons...not really my thing," he smiled teasingly. I laughed and then realized that it pleased him to see me do so, so I cleared my throat and smothered the involuntary outburst. "I should probably get going," I said rising to my feet. I couldn't sit here any longer with this man. He was driving me insane just with the way he was looking at me...so intensely and possessively. I pulled my sweater with me as he rose also. He leaned in again, dangerously close, so that I could smell his masculine scent again, whispering to me as he took the sweater from my hands and motioned for me to put my arms in. "I'll walk you to your car." My heart sank, the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, heat rushing to my face and dare I say, between my legs. Fighting to hold myself together, I simply nodded in compliance, although it was more of a statement than a request. His hand fell back to my lower back as he ushered me out the front doors. The feel of his hand on my back, the warmth of him so close to me and the smell of him was almost too much for me. I tried to concentrate on anything but HIM. "It's a bit of a chilly night," I state and he smiles at me. "Yes, it is," he agrees as he pulls me a bit closer to him. I nearly crumble at the sweet, protective gesture. "It's this one over here," I say, pointing to my black SUV. Once at my car, I turn to him to thank him for being so kind as to walk me to my car. We were so close to each other that I stumbled over my words. "Um, th-thank you for...um...walking me to my car," I said as I nervously fumbled with my keys. His hand fell over mine, warranting me to relax and for a moment I was still. His eyes were fixed on mine and I swallowed hard as I realized that he may actually kiss me. *Please kiss me...no don't kiss me...Oh yes, please kiss me...N...* He took my trembling hand into his and lifted it to his beautiful mouth and pressed a soft kiss to it, his eyes never leaving mine. "I assure you, the pleasure was all mine," he said. I stood there completely astonished. I hadn't expected a kiss on the hand. This man is going to be my undoing. *sigh* "I would love to see you again, Sara," he stated, gently releasing my hand. I pulled my sweater around myself tighter, self-consciously. "I don't know if..." she started. "Come on Sara...what do you have to lose?" he asked, probing my eyes with his smile for the answer he desired and I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. There was something about this man that drove me insane and I had to know what it was, so I nodded. "Ok," I said. He reached for his phone, typed my name in and I gave him my number. "Well, now, you have yourself a good night Sara and I'll be seeing you real soon." The way he looked at me, so sure of himself...so sure of me even, I could tell that putting up a fight with this man was going to be difficult if not impossible. He smiled at me again before turning and walking away. I cannot tell you the immense twinge of loneliness I felt as I watched this mysterious and handsome man walk away from me. I breathed in deeply, relieved that the burning sensation I had felt on my skin in his presence was now cooling in the chilled midnight air. As I got into my car, I realized that I would no doubt, dream about him tonight. HIM: She had tried to knock me off my game inside the club, matching wits with me. I cannot lie and say that it hadn't served to hook me even deeper. She was ravishing; everything about her. Her sarcastic remark in response to my question had caught me off guard, but I welcomed the laugh that she managed to pull out of me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been drawn in by someone like this, someone who wasn't even trying to do so and I definitely couldn't believe how easily she'd gotten me to laugh. When she got up suddenly, expressing her desire to leave, my first response was to stop her and make her sit back down, however, I realized from the moment I sat down with her that she was not used to a truly dominant male, one who isn't used to being rejected or disobeyed. So, I knew that I had to choose my words carefully and react cautiously or I could seriously screw this up and I had no intentions of doing that at all. My dominance slipped through a bit though when I told her I'd walk her to her car versus asking for permission to walk her to her car, but I panicked at the thought of her walking away from me entirely. I'd been relieved when she'd agreed. I could feel the tension radiating off her body as I walked relatively close to her, my hand resting on her lower back. It's in my nature to instinctively protect the woman I'm with as well as let every man in the place know that she's mine and therefore off-limits and although Sara wasn't mine, yet, my mind was set to correcting that problem. Her remark regarding the chill in the night air gave me an excuse to pull her closer to me, again, my instincts to protect taking over. She didn't seem to mind, although I felt her shudder as I did so. She was so small and fragile in comparison to me and it served to only fuel my dominance. God, I wanted her so badly that I could throw her against this car right now and take her so hard that even the animal kingdom would be shocked by my actions, but I had to control my urges. I had wanted to kiss those lips from the moment I saw them, but I knew better. I wanted her to want me like I wanted her, so I teased her by letting her think I was going to kiss her on those luscious lips of hers only to brush a soft kiss upon her lightly scented hand. I could see the relief wash over her. She'd expected me to make a move on her and if I had, she'd have complied, but I would never fully have everything I wanted from her. You see, I don't want just her body; I want her mind as well.