I lean against the counter waiting for the drink. That's when I saw him.

He’s sitting on the other side of the bar, about seven feet away.

And he’s staring at me. I stare back. I can’t help it. He’s probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

His hair is dark and curls slightly. His face is hard and masculine, each feature perfectly symmetrical. Straight dark eyebrows over those strikingly piercing blue eyes. A mouth that could belong to a fallen angel. I suddenly feel warm as I imagine that mouth touching my skin, my lips. Don't mind me, I am as horny as hell and I was staring at the carbon copy of the men I have read about in books. I can't help dripping cunt juice.

I stand upright- forgetting about my drink- and walk toward him, still holding him with my gaze. I walk leisurely. Calmly. I'm completely sure of myself. And why not? I'm gorgeous, and I know it. But most of all, I had his attention, it only means he is attracted and interested. 

As I approach, he gets up. I realize that he’s a large man. Tall and well built. I don’t know how old he is, but I’m guessing he’s

closer to thirty than twenty. A man, not a boy. I'm impressed. And ready