Anastasia Grey walked into a bar and the eyes of each person she walked by followed her. She had a red wig on.
A purple lipstick. She was clad in a white crop top and a black leather jacket with a black skirt which stopped right at her knee. Her nails were colored in purple matching the color of her eyebrow. And she had black boots on. Her eyes were wide and honey-brown in color.
Each man she walked by couldn't resist taking a second look at her as she was looking badass.
Anastasia walked to the counter and she sat on the barstool.
" Two shots, please. " She said to the bartender who immediately brought her order and she slipped a few dollars to him. Anastasia grabbed her drink and she raised it to her mouth, taking a sip.
She scanned her eyes around the room. Her eyes met with a pair of green ones. She tilted her head, curious if he had been staring at her all along. Anastasia stared at his full brows, down to his pointed nose and then his lips.
He was attractive. Anastasia thought as gently tucked her hair which wasn't getting into her face. He arched his head, his lips forming a smirk and Anastasia thought that made him look incredibly sexy. He was definitely her type of guy. She thought and peeling her eyes off him even when she wasn't looking. She could feel his gaze on her. She continued to sip on her drink and after a while, Anastasia glanced over in his direction to find him approaching her and she smiled.
" Hi," He said, leaning on the counter, and hell, even his voice was perfect like Anastasia thought his face was.
" Hi. " She muttered.
" Do you mind if I join you? " He asked.
" Not at all. " Anastasia muttered and she watched him sit on the stool. " Are you here with someone or expecting someone? " He asked.
" Would I have asked you to sit if I was? " She asked back and he bit his lip.
" Right. Sorry. " He murmured.
" I just wanted to know if it's okay to say you look... Very pretty. " He added and she smiled.
" I am Derek by the way. " He said and Anastasia hummed, sipping on her drink and she crossed her legs.
She watched his gaze avert to her thigh and she smiled.
" You are not going to tell me your name? " Derek asked.
" Is that why you are here? To know my name? " " Not really. " He responded.
" Good. So why don't we leave the talking and get to the touching? " Anastasia said and his brows raised, his lips curving in amusement.
" You are different. " He said.
" How so? "
" Most girls normally love to play hard to get. "
" Yeah. Well, I am not most girls. " Anastasia said.
" Damn right, you are not. " He agreed and Anastasia pushed her glass of drink to her mouth, chugging down the whole content.
" Do you want more drinks? " Derek asked.
" Do you have any at home? Anastasia questioned, leaning close to him and he smiled, his gaze trained on her lips.
" I do. " He responded, looking at her and Anastasia dropped the glass cup, standing to her feet and she grabbed her bag.
He reached into his pants and brought out a few dollars.