Mistakenly Fallen

13. "What Do You Want To Touch?"

As Camila sat bored and alone in the bar, she felt exhausted to the point where her thoughts began consuming her and she began having hallucinations that her boredom would most likely kill her off.

She groaned in aggression and got up from the seat upon which she had been sitting for over the past thirty minutes, which to her felt like an eternity.

The last of the customers, walked down from the upper floor of the bar and Camila could tell right away by looking at the couple, with the girl’s lipstick waved off her lips and smudged all over the guy’s mouth, that seemed definitely swollen and plum just like the girl’s; the two had a hard core make out session on the top floor of the bar, once they noticed that no one was there.

They simply held a sense of embarrassment as they walked out of the bar but at the same time the guy held on to the girl’s hand, which showed that even in their lowest, most disgraceful moments, they felt pride in holding on to each other’s.

I guess – a horny person, doesn’t know where to start or where to end.

Camila shrugged at her thoughts and got up from her seat, going up the stairs, to see if the table needed any cleaning but it was spotless.

Hmm! I guess, they didn’t come here to drink anything off the menu but to eat other’s mouths.

She laughed at her own insolent joke and made her way down the stairs, going back and behind the bar, looking down at the rows of different bar equipment that were set up for making and serving drinks.

Running her fingers across the equipment, she picked out a cocktail shaker and walked towards the in built mirror reflecting freezer, where she had seen Benjamin, taking out a drink from earlier.

Opening the freezer, she grabbed out a bottle of tequila and turned towards the fruit sections, grabbing herself, a lemon.

Walking back towards the counter, she picked up a knife and cut the lemon down, squeezing out its juice in to the cocktail container and poured down the tequila as well, a method she had seen her mother do most of the times, as she prepared a drink for herself and her father.

Camila was always a keen and sharp observer and she made sure to notice down every move of a person that she would once decide to copy.

Placing the other half of the shaker, she began mixing the two contents up and stayed focus on preparing herself a drink, until she heard the door of the bar open up and her breath hitched inside her throat, as the door opened wide and a man, around the height above six feet, wearing a beige colored coat, walked in to the bar.

He slowly turned his face forward but Camila’s eyes observed each and every little move that he made.

She noticed his side profile immediately. The sharp cut of his jawline covered with the light streak brown and blond stubble on his face that connected through his sideburns and ran up to his head, where his hair rested slicked back over his head. The color of his hair, wasn’t dark or light, it was somewhat a mixture of a natural streaks, that formed in to a natural shade of cinnamon brown.

Through his side, Camila could see the striking straightness of his nose and once he turned ahead and walked in to the direction of the bar, something inside Camila’s heart flattered.

The radiating handsomeness that the guys possessed, as his captivating blue eyes, that rested like two sharp slits on either side of the top of his nose, with thick eyebrows, contrasting the color of his hair, resting on top of his eyes.

His eyes were small but they still captivated Camila’s soul.

She only wondered what was a guy like him, doing at a place like that, so late at night.

She shook her head a little too many times, trying to wonder if a man out of her imagination had projected himself out, because she’s had too much to drink. She looked down at the cocktail mixer in her hand and placed it down on the counter, holding herself back from drinking any further.

The guy took off his coat, revealing a tight high neck that hugged his body, making Camila wish badly that she was that high neck just for once. Seeing how high the hem of the sweater was folded over his neck, Camila could read right away that the man, had a captivatingly long neck, whilst the stubble on his face also ran down his jaw and messed up the top of his neck as well.

As he moved his hands and clutched his arms at once, Camila could see the bulge of his muscles and she could tell right away that the man’s body was built up with a bulk of muscles and a hint of skin.

She ran her eyes up his arms and looked at his broad shoulders for once.

She had never been this shameful in checking someone out in such a ferocious manner.

She had always been poised and composed. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system, that was making her act in such a pretentious manner but she was checking the man out shamelessly, because one way or the other, he was gorgeous and Camila just couldn’t deny that fact.

She never focused much on the type of the guy that she preferred to have for herself.

She never have any preferences as well but if she would have to ever describe an ideal type, that would definitely be that guy.

His clothes, his domineer, his broad shoulders and his striking beauty. Each and everything about him, made Camila’s heart flutter.

He kept his feet steady, walking towards the bar and once he looked up at Camila, their eyes met for only the slightest amount of a second and a spark of current ran all over her body.

She felt like she had just taken a big bite of wasabi but she didn’t feel the sting of pain in her, it was only a tingle of energy and high voltage that ran all over her body, settling down in to a ferocious ball of energy, in to the pits of Camila’s stomach.

She gulped hard at once and looked down at the cocktail shaker in her hands, looking at her condition and situation for once and trying to believe her own self.

She didn’t know what she was doing but she was definitely acting out of her mind and conviction.

The man slumped down on the bar stool from across Camila and placed his coat right next to him.

He then finally looked back at Camila, who stood frozen and bewildered at what she had just experienced in terms of her own emotionality and feelings.

She was always composed and extremely well mannered, especially around the opposite s*x but something about that man, just made Camila realize that he is someone extremely liable to her, who can make Camila question her own sanity for once.

The man cleared his throat in the hopes of trying to grab Camila’s attention but she kept her face down, even after being conscious of the fact that he was calling her out.

There was an easy tension, tied up in the form of a caged ball of energy in the pits of her guts, threatening Camila that it would burst out any moment if she would even dare to look at the guy.

She couldn’t tell just how exactly would that ball of energy revolt out of her body but it was just dangling on to a light thread, connected to her brain, sending her off the threat that the thread could break off any moment.

“Excuse me!”

As if, his looks weren’t enough to entrap Camila in to his whirling beauty, the coarse voice that came out of his throat, made Camila look up at him for once.

She couldn’t tell how but his voice sounded familiar to her.

“So, you could hear me!”

The smiled softly at Camila and that ball of energy, began melting softly, sending tingling sensations down Camila’s entire body by just looking at how charming and tantalizing that man’s smile was.

Everything about the way he looked and presented himself, seemed extremely beautiful to the eyes.

Camila cleared her throat and shook her head, trying to get a grip on herself.

She was supposedly the bartender for the night and she had to fulfill her duty and fill in for Benjamin, as he had entrusted her with the job.

“Yeah! I am sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

“Really? I thought, a man as large as me, couldn’t hide even in the largest crowds.” He joked, “Anyways, what can you get me right away?” he asked, hinting Camila that he was in a need to fill his body with liquor as soon as he could.

“Well, we have our beer.” She pointed towards the stainless rustic colored taps fixed over the right corner of the bar, that Camila had been chugging on throughout the night.

The man looked at the taps for a moment, until he looked back at the cocktail thermos in Camila’s hands.

“What do you have in there?”

“Oh! You can have this.” She extended the thermos in to his direction and he c****d up an eyebrow, holding a quite judgmental look on his face.

Once again, Camila had forgotten that she was supposed to be bartender and judging the look of scrutiny on that man’s face, she pulled the shaker back and made an ‘oh’ face, as the realization finally dawned upon her.

“I am sorry.” She laughed the awkwardness away and poured the drink in a martini glass, walking back towards the freezer and grabbing out a fixed olive in a tooth pick and placed it inside the glass.

She passed it down to the man and smiled at him, trying her best to sell him the drink.

“I actually don’t work here. I am just covering up a shift for someone…” she tried her best to not to make the situation sound horrendously uncomfortable. “… this is my first time, actually.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” The man snorted in sarcasm and Camila looked away, embarrassed and ashamed of the little encounter she created and ended up mortifying her own personality.

She shook her head a bit and tried her best to get a grip on herself and control her raging body that was obviously making her act in a way that was incompetent.

She always had a strong grip on her emotions and she was going to try her best to keep things the way they usually were.

She tried to dig deep in to her soul and see through herself, in order to grasp on to that part of her subconscious that was always composed and helped her lift six pints of beer at once even when she was drunk.

She sighed at once, trying to throw out of her mind, any elements of distraction that were making her act in such a sluggish manner.

“Hmm!”

She heard a soft hum coming from the handsome guy that made her turn towards him.

“What is in this drink?” he asked with a small smile resting on his lips and Camila’s heart fluttered right away, as she realized how charming and entrapping that smile of his pretty pink lips was.

“Umm, it is tequila and lemon.”

“Seriously? Did you make it on your own? Are you sure you are not cut out to be a bartender?”

Camila laughed and shook her head.

“No, that is actually my Mom’s recipe to make the perfect tequila.”

“Hmm, well thank you, Mom!” The man laughed, as he sipped on the drink again.

Camila stood right across the table from him and noticed, as his fingers encircled around the bottom of the glass, just around the beginning of the stem. She watched as he placed his lips around the glass’s rim and gulped down the contents of his drinks in a single shot.

Her eyes darted low, watching his throat, move up and down, along with his Adam’s apple, bobbing high and low.

Suddenly Camila felt thirsty her own self and gulped hard but her quench didn’t dry down right away, it still remained because deep down her mind had began sending signals to her body and had begun warning her what her thirst was really about and what exactly did she feel thirsty for.

As he kept the glass back on the counter, Camila immediately turned away.

Her cheeks burning a deep color of crimson, whilst her body felt a warmth wrapping through her inner most core.

She couldn’t tell why she felt so hot.

She had ever taken off her jacket and yet she still burned with a high flame eroding inside her body.

The man tapped on the counter again.

“Can I get another one of these?”

Camila closed her eyes shut at once, cursing herself over and over again to get a grip over her body.

Once she let go off an exasperated breath, she felt light for a while and turned back to serve the man again.

“Sure.”

Walking back towards the freezer, she prepared another glass and poured it to the man, who took it with a smile.

This continued for a while, as she kept on serving the man glass after glass of cold tequila, whilst the remaining people around the bar also emptied the place and Camila cleared the tables after them.

Then, there came a time when only Camila and the suave man were left inside the bar.

“You know… I could tell right away that you are not a bartender here and I was almost about to report for being an imposter. But this drink of yours, saved you.”

The man stated at once, passing the empty glass back to Camila, for her to prepare his nth number of glass.

By that point, both have basically lost count of what number of glass, the man was on.

“Okay! I am everything but not an imposter.” Camila snorted out at the man’s pretentious behavior and fixed him another glass.

“So, would it be safe to say that you are not Benjamin?”

He pointed out towards the name tag of Benjamin’s apron that Camila wore.

Remembering that she was walking around whilst the name Benjamin was highlighted on her body, Camila slapped her forehead.

“Yeah, well… it belongs to the guy whose shift I am covering and…”

“You actually didn’t have any plans of covering his shift did you?” he c****d an eyebrow up at Camila and something about the way he challenged her soul with his twisted and pulling words, couldn’t make Camila look away from him, even for the slightest amount of second.

“I…”

She felt baffled as a grin appeared on to the man’s lips and his gaze deepened in to Camila’s eyes.

“You just came here to have a night full of drinks but ended up in a situation that you didn’t expect yourself to be.”

“How can you know all of this?” she asked in a meek tone, actually scared, sensing if the man was a stalker who had been following her.

She didn’t find him captivating anymore but in fact, scary.

The smirk on his lips grew deeper, as he looked up at Camila’s face and winked, “I am psychic and I have a gift of reading people.”

He chuckled to his own words and pulled himself back on his bar stool, looking away and Camila felt free of his torturous hold on her, that felt like she was completely fallen under his unsaid spell, that made him have a strong grip on her body and mind.

Leaning back he pulled out a pack of cigarette from his pants’ pocket and brought out a small metallic rusty colored card shaped lighter, that had an ace of spades printed in a thick black ink.

Camila noticed the pack of the cigarettes, as he opened it up, it only had one cigarette taken out of it and noticed that it was from the same brand that the girls in her sorority smoked of, the one with the less nicotine.

She then saw his coat and noticed that it was a Burberry coat. Looking back at his high neck, Camila immediately realized who that guy actually was.

He was the guy from the convenience store, who had the entire queue behind him at the cashier wait for more than fifteen minutes, just because he couldn’t find that particular pack of cigarettes and seeing that only two sticks had been taken out of it so far and the second one was in the man’s hand, Camila kept her amusement to her own self, as it was about time for her to play back at the man’s tricks.

“You know, I am somewhat of a psychic my own self.”

She leaned down against the bar and looked up with a devious smirk resting on her face.

“Really?”

Turning the lighter on, by flipping the card design on it, the man lit up his lighter and burned his cigarette, inhaling in the toxic material – actually less toxic material – in to his lungs and removed the stick away from his face, looking at Camila keenly.

“Hmm!” she nodded in response.

“I can tell a lot by such touching some things.”

The man chuckled lowly.

“What are you a shaman or something?”

“Do you want to try?” she c****d at him and he shrugged.

“What do you want to touch?” he held an ambiguous tone, as he said those words, something telling Camila that his words were not just simply plain and he wanted her to dig deep in to his words and tone.

“That coat!” she pointed out towards his coat resting on the bar stool next to him with a cheery tone and he simply laughed, understanding the fact that Camila wasn’t willing to read much in between the lines.

“Here!”

He tossed the coat towards her and she closed her eyes at once, touching the material of the jacket.

“Hmm! Is it a Burberry coat?”

She opened her eyes and looked at the man, who had his eyes squinted at her, with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Anyone can tell that, if they have seen a fashion catalogue.”

Shaking his head, he continued smoking his cigarette and removed the excess ash from the tip, in to the ashtray placed next to him.

“Hmm! You seem quite unimpressed. Wait…”

She closed her eyes again and ran another hand through the fabric of the clothe.

“This coat was inside a convenience store…” she stated lowly and the man seemed interested in her sentence for once.

“You struggled a lot with his coat to …” she knitted her eyebrows together and bobbed her head around for a while, making it look like she was struggling to extract more information.

“That cigarette that you are smoking, this coat; was there with you when you were trying to find that pack and it took a long while and a lot of stress to finally find it. You smoke, to exhale out your stress and this coat was there for you to help you and keep you warm, until you found a way to relieve your stress.”

With that she opened her eyes and saw that the shrewd look on that man’s face had vanished away.

She passed the coat back to him and offered a smile.

“Are you a stalker?” she squinted his eyes at her and she simply snickered.

“Could have said the same thing about you!”

She simply shrugged, finally feeling like in control of the situation. She had used her wits to beat someone who was trying to make her lose control of her mind, obviously she was going to bask in the glory of her victory.

“I didn’t know exactly where you had been. What you did was straight up creepy!” he debated and Camila simply lifted her shoulders up in defense.

“It’s also called being smart and not being intimidated by someone.”

With that Camila walked out of the bar, walking towards the last table that was left and she had not cleaned yet.

Picking up the empty baskets of fries from the table, Camila turned around only to bump in to a tall structure.

She gasped at once, taking a few steps back, as she inhaled a strong whiff of the man’s cologne.

His strong musk, drove Camila’s mind to a new level of ecstasy that she didn’t even know existed within her.

She felt an alarm go off inside her brain, warning to maintain distance between her body and the man, or else she would commit a sin that even she could never undo.

She shook her head and tried to get a grip of her actions.

She stepped away from the man but he blocked her way by extending his arm in front of her.

She looked up at him with disbelief and then took another step further away but this time, he brought his entire body in front of Camila, blocking her off completely.

“How did you know all of that? Tell me, were you following me?”

He finally revealed what had been bothering him, making him act in such an irrational manner.

Camila also felt terrified for a moment, that her little game might offend the man and something petrifying may occur, if he doubted her of following him.

Her brain immediately started jumping up from one worst case scenario to another one.

She imagined him, as he feared that she was stalking him and he called on to the cops and they would get her breath tested her for drinking. She was definitely going to fail an exam for the first time in her life and that was something that she was not willing to do.

Therefore, she immediately submitted to the man’s demands.

“I… If you remember than I was the girl at the convenience store who told you where you could find the cigarettes.”

Feeling ashamed that she remembered the guy well and he had no idea about her existence, she finally stepped aside walking away from him but paused when she heard the man chuckle lowly.

“You really just gave in so easily.”

She turned to look back at the man with obvious anger covering her face.

“What do you mean?”

“You should’ve put up some more fight but you are such a wuss.”

Camila rolled her eyes, feeling enough embarrassed for one night. She wasn’t interested in talking to the guy anymore. She just wanted to call it a night and wanted Benjamin and Selena to show up soon so that she would be free of covering up the shift.

As she was about to get behind the counter, she felt something pull on to the string of the apron tied behind her back.

She looked behind her and saw the man holding that string and pulling the apron open from the back.

She placed the basket in her hands over the corner of the counter and turned back to free the string of the apron but the man was quick enough to grab her wrist and pull her closer, removing even the slightest amount of space between their bodies.

Camila’s mind felt puzzled, as she looked up at the man’s face but felt frozen, as his eyes captured hers.

“You know…” he leaned closer to her ears, fanning the skin of her neck and her ears with his tingly warm breath, that sparked currents all over Camila’s body.

“You can tell a lot about a person but not by touching their things but their skin…”

He ran the tip of his finger over the skin of her shoulder, making Camila’s legs feel jelly.

She held on tightly to the man’s shoulder and pulled his closer.

She couldn’t tell if she was doing it voluntarily or involuntarily. If it was a reflex action or a sensory generated action; but it was happening and she was enjoying the way her body felt.

Not even a split second of that entire moment felt revolting to Camila.

Her body’s warmth began devouring her mind, telling her that everything that was happening was right and perfect.

His other hand moved over Camila’s back and rested right on to the small of her back.

The way his large hands sneaked around her petite waste, Camila’s mind felt mesmerized and her body felt amused, savoring each and every single sense that her skin sparked with.

“You can tell a lot about someone, by the way you touch them and the way they… touch you back.”

From her shoulders, he brought his hand towards her neck and moved his thumb over her chin, pulling her face upwards and making her look right in to his eyes.

Camila only lifted her eyes up for once, studying the deep wavering breaths that came out of his mouth and entangled with the stifled breaths that dared to escape out of her mouth.

She looked in to eyes, that held a enchanting touch of capturing her gaze. His eyes were a dark shade of blue, so sharp and gripping, just like one would define the ocean at night to be, you just couldn’t take your eyes off the waving emotions that one could feel coming in from the sea at night.

It was something that she had never felt or touched or sensed in her life.

Something – that she had never even dared to think about in her wildest dreams even.

She was willing to risk it all, as she felt his alluring oceanic eyes finally leave hers and looking down at her lips.

She gently tilted her head, understanding his unsaid signals and looked back at his eyes at once.

Her inside were jumbled up, screaming and crying for an escape of that very stealthy ball of energy that rested in the pits of her guts but once she looked at his face and saw him looking completely calm and tranquil, she knew that she also didn’t need to jump up any fence or go to any extent to do what was about to happen.

Even though, it would be her first time but she knew how to make her brain understand simple things.

It was natural, it was going to happen naturally and going to come to Camila naturally.

Her brain wasn’t puzzled anymore, over what to do and what not to because the moment, the man lifted her chin further up, Camila closed her eyes and in that moment of fragility, she felt the touch of his soft lips moving over her lips. His lips opened around her mouth for once but closed down, gently gliding against her, red hot burning lips.

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Umm... too hot too soon? :P

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