Chapter 5 5

My eyes look down over my body. I'm not special. Sitting we talk for a short while, he smiles at me suddenly like he has remembered something. His smile melts my heart; I feel like I want to touch him, kiss him, and I have not felt like this about a guy in years.

"Hey, isn't this party and night meant to be for you? Why are you sitting here in a corner looking like Baby?" His voice is soft and cold, and I laugh. I have to; his baby comment is just too funny not to laugh. He is referencing me to Dirty Dancing but has this all wrong.

I consider how to explain it. "Well, I would rather stay in the corner. Unlike the baby, she had no choice. Her daddy put her there. Me, I am happy here hiding away. Considering the fact I don't do all this, parties, people and things. I have not done it for years." I watch as something sparks in his eyes, my mind trying to figure out what caused it. "My ideal night is watching TV, and a glass of wine or any alcohol. You can tell that, seeing as I only know John and Beatrice here. I don't get out much."

He looks at me, chuckling. His laugh is perfect. His eyes are perfect, and I feel more drawn to him now than I did before. My heart quickened. What is happening to me? I need to sort my mind out. If I don't, I will be hurt when he isn't interested, which he isn't. Why would he be? I am too broken anyway, and men would find out and run.

"Well, you should at least get to enjoy your birthday." He smiles, oh his smile. I can't stop the image of me kissing his lips from slipping into my mind. What am I doing? I have no chance, and he is being friendly. That is all, friendly, my mind telling me to go for it. If Beatrice isn't his type, I certainly won't be.

He is nothing like me, he is well made, perfect, and it's clear he has money. He will go for those high-end lawyers, and business owners. Not someone stuck in Uni. I need to reply. I try to consider what to say next. "To be honest, I have to be at work for ten. Tonight would have been an early night." I watch as he moves. His hand slipped into his trouser pocket. My eyes caught a glimpse of his bulge under them. I feel my eyes lock on it. What am I doing? Stop staring, Lisa, stop staring.

"I can walk you home if you like. It is nearly two." My eyes dart up to him, his phone in his hand. He winks at me. Heck, how can I say no to him? I should, he is John's brother, and Beatrice wants him, yet at the same time, I want to say yes. I should go home. I really should. I have work tomorrow.

"Okay, thank you. I will find Beatrice and John and let them know I am leaving." He nods. Standing up, I begin walking towards the dance floor. John dancing away with a woman, walking toward him; his eyes catch me, and he smiles.

"Lisa, you finally came over to dance." His hand grips my wrists, moving towards him. I accept I am dancing. I should dance at least once with him. Dancing, I look up. The look on his face made my eyes widen. Oh, please don't try to kiss me. What the hell, John? I shouldn't dance. Stopping, I look at him.

He is going to kiss me, his hand still gripping my wrists. I can't do this. "I'm going home, John. I have work tomorrow, and I am already shattered. Sean has offered to walk me home. I hope you and Beatrice enjoy the rest of your night. Thank you as well." I pull my arm away.

He looks angry, but he isn't looking at me. He is looking at Sean. I don't want to cause trouble, especially not between him and Sean. "Fine, and yes, we will be home late." He turns; his face is cold as he does. He hates me. I know he does. Maybe I should have been gentler about Sean walking me home instead of just blurting it out.

I panicked. I could see he was about to kiss me, and I didn't want him to. He continues to dance with a woman. Wow, he isn't happy. I don't exactly want to face Beatrice if she is going to react the same. I have told John, and he will let her know. So I don't need to go searching for her.

Walking back to Sean, I smile at him. Why does it make me happy that he is walking me home? "All sorted, I am ready to go." He smiles at me, my mind trying to figure out why I feel so attracted to him.

"Come on then Kitten, let's get you home." Kitten? Why did that word seem to turn me on? Walking out together, we get stopped. Beatrice standing there looking at us both. He walks by and stands at the entrance waiting for me. She doesn't look pleased to see me leaving with Sean, not at all.