“So, tell me about Canada?” I smile.


    Philip starts to ramble on about Canada. He’s really very tipsy and seems to be repeating himself over


    and over again. I want to escape, but Brielle seems to be having the most interesting conversation of her


    life. Ugh!


    I look back over to the blue Smirnoff area in search of something interesting to look at and I frown.


    Holy shit! It’s him-the guy from the shop.


    Mr. Twinkle.


    He’s sitting, talking to two men and three women, and he throws his head back tough out loud at


    something one of the women just said. I watch him as everyone else in the club seems to disappear. He’s


    wearing a tight fitting ck V-neck jumper and blue jeans. His dark, wavy hair is just long enough to be


    tucked behind one ear. He’s a damn fine specimen, but why did he have to be such an arrogant ass?


    He lifts his drink to his lips and smiles into it as someone says something, and he says something and


    the whole group burst outughing. What’s he saying?


    “Have you ever had an orgy?”


    “Huh?”  I  frown  as  my  eyes  flicker  back  to  the  imbecile  in  front  of  me  who  winks  like  the  devil


    himself. Oh God, just sod off. “No,” I reply, deadpan. I really need to get rid of this fool.


    “But, you always wanted to right?” he asks loudly.


    Brielle overhears what he says and turns her nose up at me and I subtly shake my head in disgust. For


    Pete’s sake, now he’s just grossing me out. I literally cannot think of anything worse than being banged by


    him and his mates.


    Twenty minutester, when I finally get a break from gross boy, my eyes travel back to who I really


    want to look at, sitting on the lounger like he’s my missing ma piece. Star. His name sounds exotic… a


    bit like him. My memory goes back to the shop and the sound of his deeper than deep ented voice. I


    can’t say I have ever noticed a man’s voice before as being something I found attractive, but his voice


    was like a calling card to seduction hell. The others in his group have now left and Star is talking to a girl


    in a tight ck dress. He’s sitting forward in his chair and she is seated in front of him on a stool. I can


    tell by her bodynguage she is totally into him, and I can tell by his bodynguage he is a confident


    bastard who is probably into her. I look away, annoyed with myself. He would be a love them for one


    night and leave them type of guy. I’m not that kind of girl. I like to think I am, but the reality is I’ve never


    had a one-night stand, although the thought of it is hot and something very high on my bucket list. I’m not


    sure I could ever actually go through with it, though. My heart is way bigger than my brain. Mr. Dickhead


    keeps talking about everything Canada rted, but I can’t pry my eyes away from Mr. Star in the corner,


    and for ten minutes I watch him without being noticed. He turns as he tips his drink back to drain it, and


    his eyes meet mine in a sh. He raises a brow sarcastically at me.


    Fuck.


    I snap out of it, pulling my stare away from him. Shit! Oh, man. Busted.


    “W-wh…  what…  w-where  did  you  say  you  are  going  after  this?”  I  ask  the  gangbanger  nervously,Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    trying to make myself appear interested all of a sudden.


    “France. We go tomorrow.” He smiles at my sudden interest in his babbling. “Tonight is ourst night


    here.” He winks and I have to hide my horror. He can’t really think he is in with a chance here, can he?


    I swear I can feel the heat of someone’s stare on the back of my neck. Is Twinkle looking at me? I


    nce back and see that he is sitting rxed in his chair ring at me. I nervously snap my gaze away…


    again. Oh, great, he’s still pissed about the ring. What an idiot! It’s my ring, how dare he? I hold my hand


    out and gaze lovingly at my new adornment. I’m kind of d he tried to outbid me to be honest. I know I


    would have regretted not getting it in the future.


    “I… I’m getting another drink,” I stammer as I walk toward the bar. I can’t listen to the Canada guy for


    one minute more.


    “Hey, baby,” The cute bar guy purrs.


    I look at him deadpan. “If you are trying to turn me off, calling me baby will do it,” I reply dryly.


    “Okay. Chill, prettydy. I got ns for us.”


    Oh God, seriously, is this international dodgy men month? I have never met so many fucktards in one


    week of my life. I slowly get mine and Brielle’s drinks, then return to our spot. Thankfully, she has had


    enough of the boys and is ready for some real fun. I nce back to the lounge where Mr. Star was sitting,


    but now he’s gone.


    Hmm.