
I met him at The Lux , and I fell in love. Okay not the instant I saw him, but love was in the air. Or maybe it was the vodka. Downing three drinks earlier had impaired my judgement, not enough to keep me off my toes (which were killing me by the way). Something about four inch heels seem to have that effect on people. So our eyes connected, I have to admit I was giving him the "you know you want me face". Next thing you know I was following him out the club to his car; dragging my girl wit in case this nigga was crazy. Valet pulls up and me and my girl hop in his 2009 S series Mercedes, parked it a few blocks away, and proceeded back into the club. His swagger was a lil too show offish and un-surreal, so before I asks ones name I usually question their occupation. I was hoping he was legit, my sister dates a drug dealer, and I know I can't put with the shit she does. "Engineer" he said, "Masters from Miami University". "So Mr. Engineer What's your name?" and he replied "Deveon". Sexy, I thought.
Holding open the door while escorting me back in the club; holding my hand, helping me over the threshold; what a gentlemen I thought. Looking past his creamy complexion into his dreamy eyes, at that moment I knew I was in trouble. If I stared hard enough, I could visionally fuck him. His right hand holding on to the left side of my neck, while kissing the right side as he stood behind me. If I wore panties, they definitely would be wet by now. The tension, the vodka, and a 2 month dry spell had me about to internally explode. I deep down ached for him , I wanted HIM. Right here, right now, up against the wall off the dance floor. Looking like a fiery sex scene from a music video, everyone noticed, although no one bothered us. Eyes closed with morning sex on my conscience.
