'His Obsession

“"Your eyes..." I spoke up after taking the first shot. She seemed surprised when I spoke. "Why? They are mine. You need them?" she said mockingly, her voice feminine but assertive. "They are staring too much at me, wonder why?" I asked without looking at her, focusing on my second shot. "I'm a woman. Besides alcohol, what else could I be here for? Of course, a man," she replied sharply. I have to say, I commend her honesty. "I understand," I said. "So, do you like me?" I finally looked at her, and we stared at each other for a few seconds. I can say that she is beautiful and sexy. She can easily tempt other men. The way she dresses is quite similar to those girls I've seen working in a bar. "I wouldn't stare at you for long if I didn't," she arched her eyebrow. She's really feisty. "I see, bottom line it for me," she furrowed her brow at my statement, and I expected her to understand. "What?" she asked. I saw the last shot left. I downed it. She seems stronger than I thought. But I'm not drunk yet. I'm still in my right mind. I moved to the chair between us. I don't know if that was necessary, but I'm enjoying our talk. I like how curious she is right now. I like that she is paying attention to what I might say next. "What do you want?" I finally caught her gaze. I don't know what's stopping her from responding, though the answer is very obvious. "Girls in this bar used to like two things..." I said as my hand moved on its own. I didn't debate in my mind whether to touch her hair. I brushed it aside and placed it behind her ear. "Money or pleasure. Which one is it?"”