Find Me Alastar

Emerson

I have drunk way too much and with all this bouncing I need to go the ladies room.

“Where are the bathrooms?” I ask.

“It’s across the other side of the club, down a long corridor,” Philip slurs.

“Okay, thanks.”

His eyes linger on me a little longer than they should and I find myself speed walking away.

I saunter across the club and walk down the hall. It’s dark, lit only by the spotlights above me. I run

head first into a man on his way out. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I exclaim as I fall back and wobble on my heels.

Jeez, I need to stop drinking. I nearly fell over then.

Warm large hands stabilize me. “Hello,” The deep voice with the Irish accent purrs. My eyes shoot

up. It’s him.

The air crackles between us. “Hello,” I whisper nervously.

He stands me back up and puts his hands into his pockets and looks down at me defiantly. “What are

you doing here?” he asks.

He smells so good.

He is so tall that he towers over me. I didn’t notice it the other day in the shop, but his right eye is a

little turned. He has large lips and a strong jaw line. This man is simply delicious.

“Umm.” I frown. What’s that supposed to mean? “Drinking,” I reply.

He lifts his chin as his eyes stare through me. “Who are you talking to?”

“Men,” I blurt out, my ability to come up with an intelligent reply when put on the spot never

disappoints me. Men? For frig’s sake. Of course. You idiot. I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment at my

stupid comeback.

“Who are you talking to?” I hit back on autopilot. Oh no, why did I say that?

“That’s none of your business,” he replies.

Huh, of all the nerve. Is he kidding? “And it’s any of your business who I talk to?”

He folds his arms angrily in front of him and narrows his eyes but doesn’t answer.

“Excuse me.” I go to walk around him. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

He steps to the side to let me pass and I am really getting infuriated with his attitude. I have to have

the last word so I fake a smile. “Do you still want my ring?” I ask sweetly.

He steps forward, forcing me to step back until my back is up against the wall.

He towers over me and bends down to whisper in my ear. I feel his breath on my neck and the heat of

his large body up against mine causes goose bumps to scatter up my arms.

“Oh, I still want it,” he whispers, His lips dust the edge of my lobe before he purposely blows into my

ear as he speaks. “In more ways than one.” He licks his lips for effect and I get tingles all the way down

to my stomach.

Dear, God, I feel myself go weak. My eyes search his and I frown. Is he being sarcastic? My eyes

instinctively flutter to his lips. Is he going to kiss me?

His dark eyes hold mine when I look back up at him.

Kiss me.

His eyes drop to my lips and then back up to my eyes.

Kiss me, damn it.

He steps back and my heart falls.

His eyes hold mine. “Goodbye, Emmaline.”

I open my mouth to tell him that that isn’t my name but before I can he is striding toward the exit.

I stand dumfounded on the spot as I watch him disappear down the corridor.

Holy shit. Mr. Star is hot.

For the rest of the night I am totally distracted with thoughts of that divine creature. That deep voice. That

dreamy smell. That bloody hot arrogance. He left not long after I saw him near the bathroom. Now it’s

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with the American girls, leaving us to dance up a storm for the rest of the night. The streets are full of

people on their way home from their night out and the sound of drunken laughter echoes all around.

“It’s freezing.” Brielle shivers as she wraps her coat around her. “If you guys were gentlemen you

would give us the first cab,” she murmurs to the group of guys in front of us.

“The only way you are having my cab is if you are coming home with me and you plan on sucking my

dick to thank me,” the smart ass in front replies.

“Dream on, loser!” Brielle snaps. “I would bite the fucking thing off.”

I smirk as I search Facebook for the fifteenth time tonight, typing in his name, once again.