every word, hinting for his name.
"You can call me Cast Darling. I haven't seen you here before; I am guessing you are not from around here?"
"No I'm not, Cast Darling," I joke, "how do you know my name?"
He laughs, "just Cast will do cheeky, and I saw you all over the papers today." He winks, "welcome to Tiger Tiger." He gestures as he opens the doors to his club.
I don't like that he's seen me in the papers but alcohol is endlessly swimming around in my brain, causing me to care less about everything, so I hold my tongue. Pounding music instantly fills my ears and silver disco ball lights sparkle into my eyes. I grab Derek's arm, thrilled that we can now have a dance in peace.
"I will arrange a VIP area for you both." Cast shouts into my ear over the music.
As he leans near me, I catch a whiff of his lustrous scent. He smells like he's fresh out of the shower and... hmmm, Musky cologne.
"Let's go get a drink Sweetie." Derek says, thankfully pulling me back from my dangerously erotic thoughts. I nod in approval, finally cheered up; nothing like a girls night out - or in this case - a Derek night out. I giggle.
The night is finally going to plan. The drinks come often, as do the people that command the dance floor. Cast took his sweet time but finally he returns with champagne - this only brings my thoughts back to Elijah though, which I cannot stomach.
"Fancy a drink Anile?" Cast asks and I give in to his beautiful face to damn easy - deflected, I'm deflected. How can trading one man for another be any good?
"Do you mind Derek?" I shout over the music - I let my deflection go. Lummox!
Derek is dancing with a stunning Brazilian looking girl; she's dressed in a tight little pink dress and her hair is so damn curly and falls all over her back - she's gorgeous. I know he will not be hurt by my absence. He smiles with raised eyebrows; he dances them up and down. I blow him a kiss - knowing his dirty sexual agenda.
Cast and I go straight to the VIP area and I now notice how tipsy I am - holy crap! The room looks like fairy dust is falling where the dramatic lights dance all around. The music is electric. It courses through my veins with a thumping rhythm. I feel great - finally!
Cast seats himself in a VIP booth. It's not very private but I'm thankful - my motives regarding my virginity are safe tonight. The VIP area is separated by a steel barred walk way. The dance floor is right next to us. The seats are crisp white leather. Huh - Elijah springs to mind - they must be related - I gasp as I register every damn piece of furniture is bloody leather!
Cast pats the empty space next to him, hinting for me to take my place. I smile and get seated, grateful for the temporary rest off of my feet - heels really should not be a fashion must for women.
"Anile, I must say, you are a very, very attractive woman."
I flush at his compliment, "thank you Cast. That's a very nice thing to say."
"It's true. You must have men falling at your feet. Your posture is impeccable and the way your facial expressions come across to the world are enthralling."
His attention to detail shocks me. My mouth is wide open. I should not judge people on first appearances. I thought he was just a bus boy, lying about owning this place and working the club, but I somehow feel a 'punked' moment coming into this scene. I do not really know how to answer him so I think another flume of champagne is in order to make me brave - and that it does. The bubbles go down nicely as my confidence rises.
"You are also very nice to look at Cast; being easy on the eye is always appealing to me." I smile, giving him a sneaky side glance.
"I think I am going to enjoy having you around." He smiles.
"What?" I mutter while frowning.
I'm sure someone has said those exact words to me? I shake them free from my mind as the memory pangs at my chest - Elijah.
He strokes my naked arm with his feather light fingers, ignoring my less than elegant pronoun.
"Your skin is
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