Chapter 10 coincidental meeting

“Alex, what are you doing here, Grace asked, her mouth twisting into surprise. She looked at his lips and then dropped downwards. He felt a smile tug at his face as she perused him. He was filled with a desire to flex his muscles just a little bit. A blush stole away at her face and pushing her hand through her hair, she stammered incomprehensible words to him. He could not help but smirk at her, God she was adorable.

After her shopping spree, she took her time to unwind as they ordered take-out. They set the table to eat when Anna received a phone call from her friend from work. It seemed that they had agreed to hit the club that day and she had totally forgotten about that. Looking at the glint in her friend’s eyes, she knew there was trouble brewing. “baby…. Anna said as she flicked her hair behind her ear, looking demurely at her, would you please go out with me …? I had promised my friend to accompany her and I totally forgot about that in our shopping spree.”

Grace did not know how to say no to her, besides maybe hanging out with other people would do her good. Sitting in Infront of Anna’s vanity, she watched as she prepared herself, having found a short dress, blue in color with shining material covering the front part of it. The dress cinched her waist snuggly, just beneath where the shiny material ended. It then flowed over her body to stop way above the knee. It looked damn fine. Her look was completed by low boots which covered her legs perfectly, suited for lots of dancing.

Her hair was held in a messy ponytail by a band, her lips coated with a blinking red color. Her eyes a bit exaggerated in their makeover by blue eyeshadow. Honestly, Grace thought that Anna looked smoking hot. After fixing herself with bangles and hoop earrings, she turned her attention to her and she shivered.

They tried several dresses until one just fit her perfectly. It had a golden color, hugging her curves just in the right way. It accentuated her waist and her now slightly bigger bust, her skin color rather than be outshone was complimented, showing off her tan color. Shiny pearls made the entire front look like a disco ball light, sparkling every time the light hit the pearls from a certain angle. She felt sexy and confident and everything in between. Anna went on to apply her make-up, making sure to lather her eyes in exaggerated golden eyeshadow, with glitter all over the end of her creases.

A dark color started off her eyeshadow at the beginning of her eyes, her nose sculpted to look less sharp. Her thin lips done in purple lipstick. The lipstick smelled like candy, making her drool. Sticking her legs into her sandals, having laces that crisscrossed to be tied just beneath her knee, she twirled before the mirror with a squeal that did not befit a mature woman of her age. Linking arms with Anna, they did not walk, they sashayed like confident women, who knew they were sexy as sin and owned it. Getting to the road, they called for a cab which took them to club Mr. sexy. Throughout the thirty-minute journey, they sang to the songs on the cab radio, knowing that they had no sense of singing. Going off-key most of the time, the cab driver could not help but stare at them.

“Please remain seated my ladies.” The cab driver told them as they got into the club's parking lot. He went out and opened the door for them, performing a mock bow as he ushered them to the club’s door. This brought a smile to them, waving to the driver they got into the club. The club was wow. No words at that time seemed enough to describe it. There was a bar counter and stools aligning the counter on one side. On the other far corner, there was a music arena, blinking with neon lights in blue, red, and green. At this time there was a group of people dancing to the DJs efficient music.

There were stairs that led up to another store which she did not know. In between, the club looked spacious, with intimate seats placed along the walls and a few tables. The section divided by L-shaped couches, others there were bamboo seats, four of them which faced each other. As anna looked through the throng of people she spotted her colleague waving from her from the intimate area, and she pulled her towards that area. Knowing that she could not drink, she decided to see whether the bar could be in possession of soft drinks, something which she doubted would exist.

After greeting Anna's colleague, she excused herself to go to the bar counter. There she saw the bartender, a handsome man, with sharp edges to his face and a goatee. The goatee was well trimmed, his hair long and held in a band at the back of his head. Looking him up, he looked fit in his fitted black t-shirt which outlined his hard abbs. The guy did look delicious. Looking further, she could sport a tattoo beginning just beneath his left ear, disappearing into his conservative shirt.

Lifting her eyes, she was shocked to find his eyes checking her out too, though coated with mischief and amusement. Swallowing loudly, she pushed a strand of her behind her ear. “Uhm hi... is it possible to get a soft drink?’’ Grace said. The bartender winked and right then and there was a glass of coke. Taking it, she mouthed thanks to which he chuckled as she moved back to her seat. Sitting there, the trio talked about mundane topics until they got into the serious stuff and Grace decided to burn off some nerves. Feeling high from a possible sugar rush, she hit the dance floor and danced with reckless abandon.

She realized that she enjoyed dancing as this girl is on fire blazed right through the bass. Then the DJ switched to ‘who let the dogs out.’ Singing out to the song, making funny faces as she barked made her feel good. Then there was someone behind her dancing with her, matching move for move. She felt sexy and as a result, she started shaking her body, making her hands move up and down her body. She then felt him, move even closer, his breath skimming against her neck. Was he sniffing her, what the hell?

At that point she turned back and slam, there he was, all-male and hard, looking at her with sharp eyes that seemed to see further than she allowed him to. He took her by surprise, kissing her hand and the only comprehensible thing she could murmur was ‘what are you doing here.’ God, he looked good, heavenly. His roughened edges looked good to bite, spotting a small shadow of a beard. His shirt was open, the first three buttons giving way to a hard panel. His chest looked hard, he probably worked out a lot.

Trailing downwards, she noticed his laid-back slacks, he looked as though he had just come from an office or work. His eyes captivated her, gleaming over her with desire, which she felt start pooling at her core. This was wrong she should not be feeling like this. She had been burnt by men and right now she was carrying the result of men alone. She could not afford to be sidelined. Her focus right now was her baby and herself, there was no space for a man right now.