Chapter 2 Meeting Mr Hottie

Chapter 2

India's POV

The sweet neckline of the corset dropped a little too low for my liking, putting my cleavages on display.

With a huff, I tried to drag it up but unfortunately, it is how it is.

The outfit was Kelly's choice, in line with the country theme.

The corset was decorated with gemstones which I paired with a pair of washed jeans that was cut at the knees to give a cool fashion vibe.

I let my hair down for almost the first time in a long while so I could put on the cowboy hat.

I have to admit, Kelly's fashion sense is top notch, the outfit fitted me like a second glove and I looked like a cowgirl from a jawbreaking country movie.

My makeup was light and somewhat flawless, just as I requested.

The black eyeliner made my green eyes pop. Complementing it with green mascara and lipgloss, the makeup gave me a natural look that I appreciated.

Pairing my look with a silver handbag and silver jewelry, I turned to put on the heels that Kelly claimed were custom made for me.

If there was anything I hated like wearing heels

Whenever I watch models strut down the stage gracefully with heels that look like a death sentence, I feel like I wasn't born complete due to my inability to wear heels without quivering in my catacombs.

I grabbed the louboutin heels, the shiny green almost blinding me

"I got this" I whispered to myself as I looked around wishing Kelly was here to help me.

Ughh!

Right now, I need some of her crazy motivational stories so I could put this death trap on my legs.

I seem to have a phobia for heels but I know I have to get this over with

Taking a needed deep breath, I slumped on the sofa, slowly gliding my hands on my legs while I admired the polish on my toenails.

It was white,my favorite color and that gave me a sudden peace even when I was in the middle of a turmoil.

I strapped the heels to my legs watching how it fitted me like a second glove.

But,

It is one thing to look pretty in it and another thing to walk pretty with them.

With my hands glued to the couch for all the support I can get, I stood and turned swiftly to the mirror, drinking in my appearance.

Everything was perfect

Or at least seems to be

Leaving the couch a little, I made a bit of effort to walk cautiously and gracefully, afraid of tripping at the same time but I knew I needed to do better.

Kelly would definitely not have me crawling like an old woman at her bachelorette party.

I moved swiftly, trying to strut like a model on a Victoria secret runway but all my efforts only earned me a twisted ankle that sent my butt crashing on the floor with a loud thud.

I moaned in pain, still rooted in that position before I struggled to massage my ankle a bit and seeing if it's dislocated.

Not dislocated so that's at least something.

Loosening the straps of the louboutin, I examined the purple bruise starting to form

So much for trying to walk like a model.

The pain seemed to be unending as I groaned in agony

"How the hell do people strut in these things effortlessly" I wondered out loud

"Perhaps you could ask Beyonce for some tips you know. I mean she did say that ''Pretty Hurts '' right?" A rich testesterone boomed dragging me out of my miserable situation.

The aura shifted unmistakably as a strange but mesmerizing cologne filled the air .

I sat there unable to move as the mystery guy's gaze at my back seemed to have trapped me in the same uncomfortable spot

After what I assumed as minutes of torturing silence, the man moved, his shoes hitting the ceramics and the sound was rhythmic and somewhat sexy

Wait........

Did I just call a man's walking steps sexy??

"Way to go, India" My ever active mind chastised me

With hopes and a sigh of relief that he was leaving, I stood up and turned, ready to employ Kelly's help to walk in these daredevils

I turned ready to go and booooom!

I came face to face with the booming but sexy voice that had managed to drag me out of my reverie earlier

For the first time in my life, I couldn't compose as my jaw dropped open in awe of the fine specimen before me with his looks like that of a greek god, my gaze drinking in his appearance from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet.

He was dressed in a smoldering suit that was tailored to perfection and fitted him like a second skin.

His blazer was off and his shirt untucked which gave him an informalish appearance.

The shirt clung to him and there was no doubt that he kept fit as he was well built.

The first few buttons on his shirt were undone showing a sneek peek of his tanned skin that had me clenching my thighs as I controlled the urge to run my hands over his drool worthy chest

His face.........

Now, that was sculpted to perfection with perfectly hollowed out cheeks

God definitely had enough clay while making him because he was near perfect

His hair was tousled to perfection, a shiny black that made me want to rake my hands through them in ecstasy

The grey stormy eyes he possessed actually did a lot to calm my melting insides

His sharp defined jaw felt like a blade that could pierce through this deafening silence.

His shaven face looked and smelled heavenly, a mix of aftershave and lavender

Lavender?!

Certainly not the type of cologne I would expect a guy to use but if it made me melt into a puddle, who am I to criticize?

He cleared his throat, a deep throaty sound that made me want to latch my hands on his collar and do the unthinkable.

His grunt however startled me, making me realize that I had been staring for too long.

Embarrassment flooded my face as I struggled to hide my face wishing the ground could just open and swallow me.

"I was just about leaving". I managed to stay so I could get away from our staring contest

"Are you okay?" He asked searching my face, concern etched on his face but that did nothing to make me stay for another round of awkward conversations

"I'm good" I said with a note of finality making my way to the door but not before gathering my stuffs

"Well, considering that fall I was thinking you were far from okay but you seem to deem yourself okay" He rasped walking up to me as I perceived a strawberry like cologne

Seriously?!

How many more mouthwatering cologne did this man use???

My face flushed even more (If that was possible) as I realized that he witnessed my embarrassing fall

"How long have you been standing there" I demanded, trying to employ a cold steel-like voice.

I could not turn to face him because my face may betray the emotions I tried to create

"Long enough to see that you're not a big fan of Louboutins " He replied coming closer and closer, my breath hitching in anticipation

"That ankle seemed to be sprained. A massage can help yuh nuh? " His voice dropped to a lower octave as my insides melted into ice cream

Great!

Now he was flirting with me!!!

Gosh, this is just like a scene I create in my books then why is it affecting me this much

I clamped my legs together not willing to lose my self control to a stranger I barely knew

Wearing one heels and holding the other, I reached out to grab my purse but it fell

With a slight huff, I bent to pick it but Mr Hottie had beat me to it, bending to help at almost the same time I did.

Our hands brushed as tingles occured all the way down my spine.

To avoid making a stupid decision, I immediately retreated, grabbing my purse as I smoothed the invisible wrinkles on my jeans while he stood there with a wicked smirk on his face.

I grabbed my lipstick from the vanity table and walked away, ignoring the voice in my head that urged me to go back and continue from where we left off.

That asshole had messed with my head and I won't give him another chance to do so.

"Just incase you changed your mind," His silk velvelty voice rolled off "The massage offer is still available " He sweetly concluded while I shuddered in response,not caring about the wild thumping of my heart or how my body reacted to his voice

"But not for long"He added walking out but not before brushing an invisible hair out of my face.

This action made me shiver, too shy to look at his reaction as he just realized the effect he has on me.

I shut my eyes as his footsteps rolled off until it became faint

Trying to keep my senses in check, I massaged my temple pacing around the room.

My heart was beating wildly, drumming with an unidentified emotion.

Just a few words and a brush of hands got me this riled up, then imagine a full blown kiss.

I shake my head, trying to keep my dirty thoughts at bay as I tried to concentrate on the fact that it was Kelly's bachelorette party.

As if on cue, Kelly entered the room looking every inch a bride to be

The blue corset was perfect with straps at the back. Pairing it with a short navy blue skirt that flaired, she put on a denim cowboy boot, closing it off with hat which had the opposite sides bent

She was oozing the hot and sexy country girl vibe

"And why is my maid of honor looking like she lost every bit of her sanity?" She threw the question at me looking inquisitive as ever

Typical Kelly

"I'm just nervous, I can't walk in these" I said gesturing to the heels she gave me " I might just trip and fall and then become an object of ridicule"

I panicked

"Oh puhlease, even if you do fall, don't you think that that'll make you become the centre of attention?" Kelly asked

"You've got absolutely nothing to worry about bitch, just put these and try not to sway too much when you walk and you'll be just fine" She continued

"Oh, and just so you know....if you fall a little, I'm just at the corner to catch you" She finished off underscoring her last statement with a wink while I grabbed a cowboy hat for myself

Kelly always knew how to take my mind off things for a while. She smiled sweetly as we began to move. It was her night and I would not let a conversation with a stranger to ruin it.

Kelly hosted the bachelorette party at a club downtown called Velocity.

The dark lights and putrid smell of sweat and sex hung in the air.

Not something I liked so much but it was fun to dance your problems off every once in a while

The girls were really warm and welcoming

Shayna was Kelly's lab partner turned friend, Taylor was Kelly's party mate and the rest were just a bunch of other party lovers that Kelly mingled with.

Despite the funny jokes, weird and drunk dances, challenging dares and endless flirting with guys in the club, my mind still managed to wander to those grey and stormy eyes

I don't know his name

I don't know where he comes from

Heck!!!

I don't know a thing about this mystery guy but what I know is that one moment with him has been marred into my memory in such a way that my thoughts can't help but be reminded about this Mr. Hottie and I can't help but have a feeling that we are bound to meet again in the near future.