Well, here's another part to this story I been working on. FEEDBACK PLEASE!! I want your honest critique...be critics for me? If you haven't read the whole thing, It's all tagged in "Stories" Under Janie. Hope you enjoy!
The elevator opens with a ding and I take a deep breath. I’m nervous, and not afraid to admit it. I’m wearing outrageous heels, and a red dress that comes right above my knees. The way it dips into my breasts even makes me wanna stare. I look good, and I almost hate it. But the girls wouldn’t let me leave in anything else-believe me, I tried. They did a light makeup though, which I think is a little odd but that’s okay they know what they’re doing right? I feel ridiculous though.
Hurley stops walking abruptly and motions toward a door. I go over to it a bit uncertainly (really, I don’t wear heels!) and knock lightly.
“Come in, my dear,” came that rich voice from the other side. I open it, and what I see stuns me. He was standing there in a suit, of all things…and he actually looks pretty hot. Could just be the suit though. Oh, c’mon girl, stop the staring!
“So you like what you see, don’t you?” He’s got that…gorgeous smile on his face again. And if that doesn’t make it hard to concentrate! “Well, I do gotta admit you look pretty good tonight. But I’m sure you knew that, and I know I’m not the first to tell you so. I bet you’ve got all kinds of women around here that would love to spend an evening with you.”
“I’m sure there are. But very few are lucky enough. But about you, you clean up rather nice, I like that. Great pick on the dress, though something tells me you tried to wear something a little less…showy, am I right?” Is that seriously a blush I’m feeling on my cheeks? Like I’m some schoolgirl being noticed for the first time. Wow. “Thank you. And yes, that’s right.” I put my chin up a little bit. I can be confident in myself, really! “I’m not trying to impress you; I don’t care what you think of me.”
“Doesn’t matter. I thought you were beautiful before I ever approached you.” Right. You mean abducted me. “Really, I did. Or I would have never brought you here. Remember, high class.” Whatever, guy. “So what are we doing tonight? Am I supposed to just let you do whatever you want to with me, then I go back and sleep until someone gets me to do it all again?”
He laughs. He should really quit doing that! “No, you have it all wrong. I’ve actually got quite a night set up for us, I want to enjoy some time with you, get to know you a little bit. Let you get to know me.” His voice trails off a little bit. “I know you feel like I’ve ruined your life, but let’s be honest. You didn’t have much of one anyway.” Why is he always right? That’s really going to get annoying.
“At least I was free to do whatever I wanted to, not being set up on dates that I don’t even want to go on.” “Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart. You’re looking forward to this, it shows on your face.”
“But lets go, aren’t you hungry? I don’t believe you’ve eaten much today.” He walks forward and offers his arm. “I’m not supposed to walk behind you? I figured that was the way to do it around here.” He glanced over at me. “Hurley made you walk behind him, didn’t he. I told him to treat you differently, that stupid… Well, I’ll have to talk to him about that. Take my arm, we’re on a date. You have been on a date, haven’t you?”
Well whatever. I take his arm, even though that feels much too friendly. “Where are we going? These heels aren’t exactly fun to walk in.” “Ah, but they look so good on you!” That smile again, why do I keep looking? I should just keep my head straight, since it seems his smile is the main part of his charm. “It’s not too far, don’t worry.”
We walk down the hall to an elevator. Seriously, how many of these things are there? And how many floors? Apparently Breena really meant it when she said this place was huge. Or maybe it was just designed to feel that way. We aren’t on the top floor though, since we’re taking the elevator up again. “Good thing I don’t mind elevators. I would be screwed if I did!” An attempt on light conversation. Sounded pretty stupid though, I should stop trying to fill silences.
“Yes well, that is a lucky thing. There aren’t as many flights of stairs.” Good to know. “And they’re all on the lower floors, for the most part.” That might be helpful…only time will tell, I guess.
“Here we are, my second favorite floor in the place.” The elevator doors open to a ballroom that took my breath away. Huge chandeliers hung from the ceiling, there were musicians playing, waiters walking around offering Champaign…it was almost too much. “Wow. This is gorgeous. I have never seen a place like this!” “Yes, well. As I said, my second favorite floor in the place. I come up here when I need some quiet.”
A waiter walks over to us. “Good evening, sir, madam. Can I get you something to drink?” “Yes, please, James. And we are going to head to my normal table, if you could just meet us there.” “Of course.” He walked away with a slight bow.
“I feel transported back in time. This is amazing.” Maybe I will have a good night. Thankfully I can actually dance! As long as I can ditch the heels, that is. We make our way past dancing couples and sit at a small table next to the wall.
