Go home with me
847 Words
Oh, Lord have mercy, who on earth did she just see? Was that Damien freaking Culhane! She turns around to face him properly to be sure.
"Madame, were you leaving without your drink?" She raised her hand abruptly to shut the bartender up.
It was like a reflex move. She would deal with the embarrassment later. "Damien? Damien Culhane?" She asked to be sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. If her eyes were, then her ears would not.
"Yes, you know me?" He had a dreamy look in his eyes and was acting like he was trying to keep his balance and avoid falling off the long bar chair.
The Damien she imagined should be more collected considering he was rich and famous. Was he drunk or something?
"Of course, I know you! Who in the state does not?!"
"I do not, or I did not, you popular bro?" The bartender was quick to reply.
Could this guy just shut up! She turned to give him a mean glare of disapproval.
He withdrew immediately. Good.
She turned back to face Damien. "You do not recognize me?" She said, trying to keep herself together. "You don't know me?"
"Am I supposed to?" He asked, confused. "Although, it would be good to know you." He then said with a heart-melting smile.
He must be drunk! Someone like him should not be smiling at a commoner like her and flirting unashamedly like that.
"Actually, yeah, I'm the one in the-"
Wait, what was going on? Did she look different in that picture in her profile? So different that he could not even recognize her? Did he even see her picture! Wait, did her details even get to him!
Her Aunt! God, she should have known. Her aunt was reluctant to give out more information. What made her think she actually would! No wonder she would not say whether Damien liked it or not. She was so mad at her aunt right now.
She wished her own laptop had not stopped working; she would have done it by herself.
"In the what-?" her thought was interrupted.
"Oh, never mind, are you drunk?" As soon as the question left her lips, she wished she could take it back. How could she be so insensitive!
What if he wasn't drunk? Celine had accused him of being drunk. Damn.
"Maybe, I'm trying to get drunk."
"Trying to get drunk? Why?"
"To get you off my mind." Oh, he was drunk.
"Uhmm, get me off your mind? You do not even know me."
"I want to. I've been watching you." He has been what?
That response made her feel at the edge. Had he been stalking her? He had probably seen her picture and decided to stalk her, to know everything about her before he made a move or accepted the proposal. Her hands had started to sweat, and she felt very uncomfortable and insecure.
But he did not sound like he had seen her picture. She should probably calm down a little.
"You've been watching me?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Jeez, girl put yourself together, she screamed inwardly.
"Yeah, watching you dance, I have never seen someone that energetically," Damien said, flashing her a smile again.
God, if he did not stop doing that, her whole being might melt and not just her heart. She released a breath she did not know she had been holding.
Phewww. How could she be so stupid to think that someone like Damien would have time to stalk her.
"Oh, thank you, I am not usually like that. It was just the music that got to me," Celine said, laughing. She immediately stopped when she saw the look on Damien's face. This time she could not make out what the look was. Was her laugh weird? Was something on her face? She subtly wiped her face with her hand quickly in case.
"You are so beautiful. Are those eyes real?"
So was that what the look was? Ah, an admiring one.
She was blushing! She just knew she was blushing!
"Thank you, yes they are."
"My God, are you real? Can I touch you to be sure?" Her face must be as red as a tomato by now, probably as red as her hair.
"Uhmm, yeah?" She said, bending her head low. The embarrassment was too much to bear.
She attempted to hide her face so that he does not see its redness. Damien grabbed her hand and started tracing it up to her shoulder.
Then he cupped her cheeks with his hand, using his thumb to rub it gently. The feeling made her shiver. With need? She didn't know.
"Why is your skin so smooth and soft?" She nearly yelped. He was moving way too fast with her. How drunk is he?
"Uhmm, I- dunno exactly what-t to answer to tha-t"She stammered nervously.
She could not handle this. She had never received so many compliments in one night.
"Will you go home with me?"
"Go what?"
"Go home with me." He did not hesitate to repeat.
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