Everyone is dressed in their top notch designer clothes. When working for a company like this, that is all you dress in. It's the social norms of society. Not many complain about this fact. They all really love to dress in dresses so tight you need to be cut out of them, the night after. As long as they look good, pain is welcomed. It wasn't that big of a loss. After wearing the dress to one event already gave it the title; out of season.
Only one girl stands out, most of the women there are wearing little black dresses. Very plain, ones you would see warn at funerals. When working for a company like this or office, there is hardly much time to socialize with people outside of work. This one girl is the newest tendent and now owns the second biggest office space, that has- the best view. She didn't have to fight for the space, a family friend told her about it. One fat check and it was all hers. She never had to meet the man behind the gorgeous building.
So, most of these people have had lunch inns and dinners together. All except the girl in gold. She just transferred, to this office space, so she doesn't know the rules of these types of events. The invitation was delivered as a shock. Her palms are sweaty, as she confidently makes her way over, to the open bar. Every man that is there married or not have taken a few glances at her hourglass figure. Her dress made of gold satin lace and gorgeous gold beads. A dress not even on the market yet. Most women took notice, their eyes traveling the same path their husbands did.
Scowls or looks of envy spread on their caked in makeup faces. The girl in gold's makeup enhances, her already beautiful face. Her almond-shaped eyes are dusted in a shimmery gold eye shadow and a thin black wing of eyeliner, on the outer corners of her eyes. Her lashes are long and her cheeks are stained a gorgeous peach color. Her plump lips are covered in a gloss that has specks of gold shimmers in it. Even though you can't see her shoes, they are priceless.
Not knowing anyone here scares her a bit.
She pushes her blonde curls out of her face.
"Martini- no make it Scotch on the rocks." The bartender's jaw drops. Never has a girl this magnificent ever glanced his way. A girl with this much money and class would never go for a guy just trying to make some cash for his mom and sister.
She gives him a wink and his cheeks turn the color of a rose. He spills a little, but quickly wipes it up. Never does he look into her blue-green eyes they are almost like pools of temptation. She takes the drink and lays down a twenty. The rest of the cash, she has on her, is for a cab ride to her new home, which is across town.
Taking a swig, she scans the crowd for a promising person to become friends with. All of them look too smug and she finds herself at the bottom of the glass chewing on the ice. A few men have asked her to dance, but she ignores them. Getting called Blondie, or sweetheart isn't in her 'getting lucky with a guy' playbook. You see she has never been into the thought of having a one night stand, but after taking a pink pill, she is willing to cause a little damage. What could sleeping with one guy, while she was under the influence of a whole bottle of whiskey do? Her friends back home always told her to let loose and have some fun. This is her doing just that.
Something in the air catches the attention of the golden girl. Something that makes her press her legs together, bite her left cheek and turn around. It is the smell of cinnamon and cedarwood. If he wasn't wearing a pressed suit, she could have sworn he was a lumberjack. He has big blue eyes, dark hair. Tree trunks for arms and she could swear, he was almost seven-foot tall. But with the current level of alcohol, Danny DeVito, if he were standing in front of her would probably morph into Lucifer Morningstar right before her eyes.
He looks at her dress, noticing how gorgeous she is. He has never seen her before, so he thinks she is a daughter or a damsel who escaped one of the men who works in the building. She notices his smoldering gaze and then she orders another scotch, this time no ice. She tilts her head back and in one swig it is gone. She stands ready to leave. This man's gaze and scent is causing her sexual desire to spike. Only the Lord knows how much she wants to jump his bones. She grew up fantasizing, she would have never thought that the thought of riding this man would cause her to have to get up and take care of herself. Thank to a little pink thing in her purse she can have no consequences for her actions.
She stands up, ready to go. Just as she is about to escape his reach, she hears him say,
"Would you care to dance?" That stops her in her tracks. She turns and looks towards the extremely handsome man. Her heart picks up its pace.
"If those dimples were not so God damn sexy, I'd say no." He smiles, giving her the view that makes her heart pick up speed again. He takes her to the floor, she wipes her mouth a bit hoping she hasn't drooled.
"I will make sure, I thank my parents for that then." He laughs as they start to sway to whatever classical music is getting played. The conductor, that was there is on break so he had a remix ready so he could sneak away to the open bar.
"Where you from?" He asks, looking into her honey eyes.
"California," he shakes his head.
"Should have guessed."
He laughs, pulling her closer to his expensive suit and very muscular body.
"I can tell you are born and raised here, by that smirk." His face grows dark for a moment as he searches the crowd and finds his ex.
She was not supposed to be here, Maria faked it until she made it as a model. She was the one who held his heart and crushed it, like it was a cracker. She was the cover of his magazine. He made her who she is and all she did was stomp on his heart. That was years ago though so he quickly looks at the girl in front of him. Her eyes so gorgeous, he knows to never fall for eyes like hers. There is trouble lurking in them, he can sense it. At the same time, he can sense a good heart, and this girl seems to have one hell of one. He inherited his grandmother's good intuition.
The crowd knew who he was, they keep glancing at them and snickering about the girl in gold.
"Tonight, I will call you Goldie. Tonight we can be two strangers." He announces causing her to giggle.
"Does that make you one of the three bears?" A low growl, of a laugh escapes his lips. He drags her towards the front of the building and toward one of the exits.
"Would you like to go for a stroll?" She smiles, her heart begging her to say yes as her mind tells her no.
"Are you going to take me to the bear's house?" He grabs her and pulls her close, the warmth from his chest touches her breasts. She breathes in his intoxicating scent. Her eyes sparkle like crystals. The effects of alcohol already setting in. She is not drunk, the alcohol is just making the feelings, she is feeling more intense.
They quickly grab their coats the summers air is a little chilly. She shrugs her jacket on.
"Is the man who accompanied you going to be mad, if I steal you away for the night?" He asks, as they walk in unison.
"No, I came alone. Mr?" She asks for his name and he quickly makes up one.
"Smith." She notices that his name is generic. The guy has something he is hiding and she sort of wants to get to the bottom of it, but she would rather have a good time, then bring her profession into this. Never mix business, if you want pleasure.
One night with this man will quench her thirst. You see, she has always had a high sex drive. She noticed it when she was in college practicing how to clean up messes, she made a few of her own.
Her ex-husband, did not know of it, because he liked to take control. His pleasure always came first. She turned to take matters in her own hands with the help of adult films and websites.
She looks at him with her big doe-like eyes and asks.
"Your place or mine?" He smiles to himself and drags her to a taxi.
"Mine is closer." Their lips meet for the first time and they both savor the flavor of peppermint and some of the finest whiskey. The taxi driver says,
"No, sex in my car. Where you two heading?" This taxi driver smells of old meat and cigarettes.
"Ah, two miles straight and then go right for about a mile. Drop us off at that bar. My house isn't too far from there." Smith places one of his rather large hands-on Goldie's thighs. Her skin tingles at his touch. The cab driver looks at goldie and winks.
"How much does this girl charge?" He asks in a smug like tone to Smith. Anger boils inside of her, he thinks she is some sort of tart....
