Dangerous Thirst

I had been feeling pretty down for the past week after I got fired from my job. I loved my job, but my boss wouldn't stop harassing me at work. When I refused to sleep with him after numerous advances, he fired me. Although he was the one that lost a remarkable designer, I still felt like something was missing from my life. It had been months since I even spoke to my family or friends. I had dedicated myself to my work ever since I joined the company. My life was obviously not great, and I have never been in a relationship, so I did not know how that felt, either.

After spending the entire week locked up in my small apartment, I finally felt like I needed to go out. I saw a post online, mentioning that my favorite boy-band was performing at The Rave Raven, and I quickly decided to go. I was looking forward to a night of drinking, smoking, and probably a lot of fun.

A little bit about me, I am a laid back kind of girl, and art has always been my favorite form of comfort. I haven't really dated, except for that one guy in high school, whom I was with for two days, so it doesn't count. My family was pretty toxic, to put it in a nice way, so I left them at a very young age. Looking back, I think I was still in my late teens when I moved out of my house. They weren't rich or poor, but they were always super stingy. I was not a very healthy kid growing up, but my family didn't care enough about me as much as they cared about their money. You could say that trauma is my middle name. Anyway, jokes aside, since I never really liked them, I made sure to change my given name once I was 18. It was also around the same time I picked up on smoking, drinking, and drugs, occasionally. I didn't even go to college, like most people my age. I used to work odd jobs until I had enough money to sign up for an art course. Slowly but steadily, I began learning new things, mostly on my own, until I opened my very own online store. However, since I didn't really have a lot of investment, and finding reliable investors was a struggle, I shut down shop when I got a job. Thankfully, my ex-boss paid me well, even though he would harass me all the time. And he was sure to make me feel uncomfortable whenever he was around. I haven't spoken or bumped into my family ever since I left, so I am pretty much all on my own now. I don't really have a lot of friends either. Just one girl, who lives in a different city, and we meet probably once a year.

It was around seven in the evening when I finally got off the bed and headed to the washroom. I took a shower, and put on a black silk slip dress. I wore my hair up in a sexy messy kind of way. All my life, I had been the girl that no one really noticed, so I wanted to stand out that evening. I took out the only red lipstick I had from the dresser, and put it on. The color made me feel like a completely different person... Like I was no longer the shy timid designer, but a sexy siren, ready to prey on the first man I laid my eyes on that night.

Thirty minutes later, I locked my apartment, got in my car, and drove to The Rave Raven. It was the biggest bar in town, with absolutely breathtaking design and decor. One could feel intoxicated just by looking at the constantly dancing LED lights. The music was always on point, making anyone want to dance, even someone like me, who hated dancing and couldn't do it for a million dollars. I walked straight to the bar counter, and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, which was my all time favorite. I finished a few drinks before I headed to the dance-floor. I was alone, so I didn't really feel like dancing. I was waiting for the Blue Angels' performance. I had to admit that I was quite drunk at that point. Suddenly, I felt someone hugging me from behind, and it took me a minute to realize what was going on. A middle-aged man was humping me. I immediately grabbed the flame shot a girl was holding, and threw it in the man's face, burning him. With his hands covering his face, he ran away from there, screaming. I laughed and turned around, only to meet a deep dark pair of eyes, waiting to suck me in like a vortex.

The man in front of me was extremely handsome. He was tanned with a sculpted body, deep brown eyes, and a jawline that was so sharp it could cut me into two. He had a one-sided smile and messy black hair. I don't know men that well, considering I've never even been with one for longer than a couple of days, but there was something about the guy in front of me that made the deepest part of my heart and soul want him. I obviously didn't even know his name, so just throwing myself at him would seem weird, or would scare him off.

Mustering up the tiniest bit of courage I had, I asked him, "Care for a smoke?"

"Sure," he replied with a smile.

When I looked into his dark gray eyes and that goddamned smile, I knew that he would be the death of me.

We walked to the street behind the bar until we reached a peaceful spot. I took out a pack of cigarettes from my purse and handed it to him. He grabbed a cigarette, lit it, and passed it to me. I took a puff of the smoke, tasting his lips on the cigarette butt, craving for more.

"I didn't get your name," I said sheepishly.

"Yeah, well. I thought you'd never ask," he replied.

I handed him the smoke again. "Should I keep it a secret?" I asked, trying to be funny.

"Dave," he said with that smile that set my heart ablaze.

"Dave, huh? That's a pretty cool name."

"And you?"

"I'm Storm, Storm Gray," I said shyly.

"It's my first time hearing a name that sounds like a shade of paint. It's beautiful."

"So what do you do, Dave?"

"Are you really interested in making small talk with me?"

Oh shit! He saw right through my intentions! How did he do that?

There was something about that question that was so sexy it made my insides squirm.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked awkwardly.

"I saw the way you were looking at me..."

"Fine, you got me..."

Before I could finish my words, Dave pinned me against the wall, pressing his body against mine.

He then leaned in, brushed his nose against my ear, making it tingle from his warm breath.

My heart was screaming.

He slowly began kissing my ear, biting, sucking, nibbling it...

He had the most perfect lips. Full and defined.

Dave didn't pull away until the cigarette in his hand almost burned him, and when he did, I was gasping, even though we hadn't even kissed yet.