Heya Everyone,
So last year when I was studying I started this as a film, and as my learning grew I noticed glaring errors in what I had already done, however, I couldn’t figure out how to fix the problems I had. So today I’m rewriting the start in novel form, what I’m comfortable with, to try and find some solutions that staring at a script can’t provide.
Also, I paused in writing to watch the America’s Cup, and huge congratulations to Emirates team New Zealand, it’s been an awesome race to watch, and you all made it look so easy. To Oracle team USA, you all did your best, you made it an amazing series to watch, and you really made it a hard one to win. It was a huge, nerve-racking ordeal that left all us sailors, fans and hopeful human beings yelling at our t.v. panicking at every other moment. You all did so amazingly, putting your heart and soul into it, and leaving them out there on the water.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, the beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar, waving off any guy who dared stray too close to her. A tight tank top wrapped around her slender frame, giving way to pants that seemed to hug her frame before tall heels hooked into the bar stool. She was nursing a drink that he hadn’t seen her drink since he’d noticed her, playing with the amber liquid in the small glass rather than lift it to her lips.
His own friends couldn’t keep his attention, nor could any of the girls that fell all over him, snuggling into his side and pleading for a moment of his attention. It would be easier, much easier, to simply turn his attention to them and take one of them home, keep up his image as a playboy taking advantage of all Vegas, and his father's vast wealth could offer.
But they couldn’t hold his attention, their short dresses that rose too high as they sat down and plunged low at the front, barely held in place as they danced, taking advantage of the VIP area they’d been hand picked to join. Normally he’d be out there dancing, his friends pressing more drinks into his hand as the night progressed, but not tonight. Not when the brunette at the bar was sitting there.
He shook off the two blonde’s leaning against him, ignoring their complaints to move over to the bar. He didn’t pay the surprised brunette any attention, taking advantage of the space next to her to lean over the counter and order drinks, forced to yell to be heard over the loud bass heavy music to be heard.
He felt her eyes on him, scanning down the white button up shirt he hadn’t bothered to tuck into the black jeans he wore. She was judging him, firstly for daring to step into her space, and then for who he appeared to be.
“Like what you see.” He knew how to spin this, raising an eyebrow as he half turned to face her, his arm still on the bar. She didn’t bite, rolling her eyes and turning away, but not before he caught the hint of a smile pulling at her lips.
“If you ever decide to drink that drink and need another, come find me.” He winked at her, taking the drink he’d just brought and moving away. It wasn’t the usual way he picked up women, but he knew she was different, and if he wanted her to come home with him at the end of the night, he’d need to do something no one else that approached her had.
“I have been drinking.” Her soft voice was barely loud enough to hear over the music, but he caught it, turning back to face her.
“You haven’t taken a sip from that glass since I arrived.” He motioned with his own glass to hers, watching her gaze flip down to the glass she was still absent mindedly twirling. “Something on your mind?” He watched as she lifted the glass to her lips and downed it all in one go.
“Nothing worth wasting time on.” She stood, taking a step closer to him. “And something you could distract me from. You dance?” She didn’t hesitate, taking his glass from his hand and emptying that too.
“I’d let you tempt me.” He took the glass from her hand, leaning around her to put it back on the bar before resting his hand against the small of her back. She glanced at him, shifting slightly, almost uncomfortably, before letting him lead her to the dancefloor.
They didn’t leave each other's sight for the rest of the night. No other female came close to stealing a moment of his attention when the brunette haired woman was dancing with him, letting him buy her any drink he desired. He was powerless to resist her when she whispered in his ear about going for food, waving off his friends, not needing to make excuses. His hand on the small of her back, leading her out of the packed club and into the cool night air. One of his bodyguards handing him a jacket as soon as they stepped outside, he quickly rested it over her shoulders before she could feel the full impact of the cool wind.
If either of them knew what was good for them, they would have parted ways then and there, but she was looking for a distraction, and he was trapped under her spell.
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