Cure To Her Heart

8- The Virgin

Andrew

I should continue scanning the club but this mysterious brunette piqued my interest.

Joanna is still going on and on about God knows what, but I am not listening to her inane chatter. All my senses are on full alert, watching my girl talking with this i***t.

My girl…

Interesting!

I have never said those words. Ever! And not only did they come out naturally, but I also liked the sound of them!

I narrow my eyes, studying them both. Uncertainty and determination are flickering in her eyes. Weird combination… But at least, this tells me she is not swept over her feet by this doofus.

They talk for a couple of minutes, him doing most of the talking and her just nodding here and there. Her eyes keep darting to the left. Before I get to check what is so interesting on her left side, he tells her something and she shakes her head, declining his offer.

Interesting…

He grabs a napkin and writes something down, definitely his phone number, and hands it to her. He smiles, says something probably stupid, and f*****g finally leaves.

She lets out a small sigh, nothing easily perceivable, especially from where I am standing, but my eyes are studying every feature and micro-expression on her face… I don’t want to miss anything!

I notice a couple of guys eyeing her up. One guy even stands up and walks toward the bar.

Nope. Not gonna happen.

I ignore Joanna and march towards the bar. I stand right next to her, towering over her, and rest my elbow on the bar, overtly staring at her.

And dammit, I am mesmerized! I honestly don’t know how to describe her… Her warm tan skin…her dark hair with a hint of copper strands here and there… her dark eyes… She is different from what I have ever seen… Like a blend of cultures and races. My whole body is pulled into her… Unique… that’s what she is…unique…

“I thought you were beautiful, looking at you from the distance…” I say.

She raises a suspicious eyebrow and squints her eyes.

Shit, she misunderstood me.

“But now that I am finally standing up close, you are… Wow!” I blurt out quickly.

Her lips curl upwards and the most melodic chuckle escapes her.

“You were that close to getting your nose broken.” She smirks, bringing her thumb and forefinger close together.

“Not my nose! Not the cash machine!” I feign shock and fear, my hand covering my nose.

She throws her head back and belts out a hearty laugh.

“So… you are a model?” she asks me.

“You think I have the face and body of a model?” I ask her, grinning.

“Sure, but it is the inflated ego that gave you away!” She shakes her head, mischief dancing in her beautiful eyes.

I throw my head back and let out a deep belly laugh.

This woman is so refreshing!

“I did not peg you as someone who likes false modesty.” I challenge her, smiling.

“You don’t know me.” She replies without missing a beat.

“But so eager to.” I reply. “I’m Andrew Hudson, by the way.” I add, extending my hand.

“Rachel.” She says, shaking my hand.

“Rachel?”

“Yes.”

“Just Rachel? Like just Cher?”

“No one is like Cher.” She laughs, shaking her head.

I stare at her, waiting for her last name. She grabs her drink and takes her time sipping it. I notice her glancing furtively at me, assessing me.

My stomach churns. She does not trust me enough to share her full name.

Dammit!

Sorry Rachel, but I will get your name, by hook or by crook! And by the end of the night, we will exchange numbers and plan our first date.

She bites her bottom lip, still avoiding my stares.

“Green… Rachel Green.” She just sighs and concedes this battle.

She puts her drink down on the counter and gazes at me from under her hooded eyes.

The right corner of my lips turns upwards.

I cover her hand with mine and f**k me, butterflies swarm in my chest from the contact. f*****g butterflies… Me!

She is as shaken by the contact as I am because her eyes widen, and she stares at our joined hands.

I run my thumb on the top of her hand and lean in.

“For what it is worth, Rachel Green… I don’t believe you were on a break.”

She laughs, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

This… her laughter… this is my new favorite sound, and I am the one making her laugh! Me!

“I like how you think, Mr. Hudson.”

“And I like how you laugh, Ms. Green.” I wink.

And I will get your real name by the end of the night too, I smirk inwardly.

Her cheeks flush a light shade of red. She looks away, her eyes now focused on her cocktail and the pile of napkins and business cards.

“That’s a big pile of phone numbers.” I tell her.

She shrugs, sipping on her drink.

“Now. Now… No false modesty, Ms. Green.” I tease her.

“I’ve been told that a woman just has to wear a tight and short dress, show the girls… and voila…” She says pointing at the napkins.

Do not look at her boobs, Andrew. Not the boobs! You’ve been a gentleman up to now. Do not ruin it… Why did she have to mention the girls?

“So, tonight is just an experience for you?” I ask her, trying to think of everything except the generous cleavage under her sexy dress.

“If it was, then there is no need to continue the test.” She says with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Leave it to the most interesting girl in this club to be turned off by all the attention she is getting.

“It’s your eyes.” I say.

“What?” she asks, confused.

“The first thing I noticed about you was your eyes. They are so expressive… And I was intrigued by all the emotions swirling in your big brown eyes.”

I don't know why I confessed to that… I just wanted to wipe away all the melancholy and disappointment brewing in her beautiful eyes.

“Then it was your hair. Your long raven hair captures the light so perfectly that I felt there is an aura around you.”

She raises her right hand and plays with a strand of her hair.

“My hair… of course.” She whispers, a hit of sadness clouding her eyes again, just for a few seconds before she puts her mask on again.

But I can see through the mask now… This facade of hers is crumbling under my scrutiny. And if I am sure of something is that her eyes are the door to her soul, and with a bit of time, I will be able to decipher them!

I want to tell her that she does not need to put on a show for me… that she can let her true emotions free.

But I don’t get the chance as a tall girl comes running and hugs Rachel.

“Sky! Sorry I am late. Alors, comment se passe ta quête?" the girl asks, checking me up, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I have no idea what they are talking about, but it must be about me.

“No way ! Tu as pecho LE celibataire le plus convoité de la ville."

"What ?!" Rachel shrieks, her eyes bulging from their sockets.

“Please, dis-moi que ce n’est pas vrai !" Rachel, or should I say Sky, pleads.

I think she is speaking French… I don’t know what she is saying but my whole body approves. I want her in my bed, repeating whatever that is.

Fuck me! No s*x, Andrew. We are aiming for a relationship… Sawyer says we need to postpone s*x! Why is my default setting s*x?

“Ma cousine troglodyte!” the girl says softly. “Ce gars est une célébrité dans cette ville. Les médias le présent comme The Last Bachelor Standing.”

Yep, they are talking about me… But Rachel is not impressed by my nickname… Not the least!

“Merde…” she glances at me, shaking her head. “No puedo…No puedo!” she says, her voice cracking and tight.

I still don’t understand what she is saying, but it doesn’t take a genius to know she is not happy with my status.

Two other girls walk in, and they all start arguing.

“What is wrong with you, Nour? Depela en paz.” One girl says.

“Qu’est ce que j’ai fait!?” the girl who revealed my status laments.

“She’s got cold feet!” a third girl says.

“mi-an-ham-ni-da" the first girl says.

It’s like I have the United Nations General Assembly in front of me.

“Sky, Ce mec est très expérimenté."

" Exactly ! Je vais me faire humiliée…. Mission Annulée. Je rentre chez moi."

" No !" All three girls scream.

I still don’t understand s**t, but this debate is fascinating!

“Au contraire, il est le candidat idéal pour perdre ta virginité! Il sera te donner du plaisir!” the first girl says.

Wait a minute… Virginitee… virginity!

Fuck me backwards!

“You are a virgin?” I shout horrified.

Translations:

Alors, comment se passe ta quête. (French)=> How is your mission going?

Tu as pecho LE celibataire le plus convoité de la Ville (French)=> You picked up THE most sought after bachelor in the city

dis-moi que ce n’est pas vrai (french)=> tell me this is not true

Ma cousine troglodyte! Ce gars est une célébrité dans cette ville. Les médias le présent comme The Last Bachelor Standing.(French)=> you live under a rock! This guy is a celebrity in this city. The media portray him as the Last Bachelor STanding

Merde, No puedo (French, Spanish)=> s**t, I can't

Depela en paz (Spanish)=> leave her alone

mi-an-ham-ni-da (Phonetic Korean)=> I'm sorry

Ce mec est très expérimenté.(french)=> This man has a lot of experience

Je vais me faire humiliée…. Mission Annulée. Je rentre chez moi. (French) => It is going to be humiliating. Mission aborted. I'm going home

Au contraire, il est le candidat idéal pour perdre ta virginité! Il sera te donner du plaisir (french) => On the contrary, he is the best candidate to lose your virginity with. I will know how to pleasure you