March 3, 2011

Dialogue Flex: "So, tell me about yourself," he started.

Pairing: Leah/Edward

Storyline: New Beginnings

Continued from Chapter 34


The bar was crowded and noisy when she walked in just a little after seven. She scanned the room quickly in search of Edward. After taking a few steps into the crowd, she saw him standing at the bar, chatting with the bartender.

She took a minute to stare at him. He was just as hot as he was that morning, but he seemed comfortable, in his element, as if he'd been there a thousand times. His hair was still a crazy bronze mess, but it was clear he'd at least attempted to tame that beast. Not that Leah was complaining; she liked his look. He was sexy as hell and oozed sex in a quiet, confident sort of way.

When she'd gotten home after work, she'd gone into a frenzy trying to figure out what she was going to wear. She'd called Bella, but of course that girl was no help. Like Leah, she preferred to wear yoga pants and t-shirts, so figuring out what to wear on a first date wasn't quite her forte. Eventually, she'd settled on a denim skirt that hit a little above the knee, a sassy black top, and a pair of casual black ballet flats. Not normally one to wear makeup, she had decided on a little powder, some mascara, and a bit of lip gloss. Overall, she felt pretty, confident, and ready to face Edward.

She was not going to let him fluster her tonight. She needed to make him see she wasn't some random girl he could pickup – never mind that she'd asked him out – and use his sexy smile to make her bend to his will. Okay, that was probably a bit dramatic, but she wasn't one of those girly girls that got all worked up over a hot guy, and she wanted to make sure he knew it.

Running her fingers through her hair, she took a deep breath and slowly pushed her way through the crowd. She sidled up next to Edward and tapped him on the arm. He looked over at her and grinned. It was one of those sexy half smirk grins, and Leah's stomach fluttered.

"Hey," he said, grabbing his beer and waving at the guy behind the bar.

"Hey, yourself," she said with a hint of sass and a grin of her own.

"I got us a table over here," he said, guiding her across the room with his hand on her lower back. She felt the same surge of energy she'd felt earlier in the day course through her skin. It was warm and fiery, and she really liked it.

After he'd pulled her chair out for her and waited until she was seated, he walked around the table to take his own seat.

"Thank you."

It was a bit quieter in the "restaurant" part of the bar, but she could still hear the crack of pool balls smacking against each other and the loud chatter of the other patrons. They both looked at each other and smiled nervously. She had no idea why she was acting like some immature school girl who had never been on a date. She was Leah Clearwater, and she'd never had a shy bone in her body. She was a balls out, fiery girl, always had been, always would be.

The waitress stopped by and Leah ordered a beer, and Edward got another one. They stared at the menu for a few minutes until she returned with their drinks.

"What are you having?" Edward asked, his hand brushing the back of hers lightly to get her attention.

She wanted to jerk her hand back, but she didn't. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, dark green and sexy as hell, and she pressed her legs together and shifted slightly. His touch and his eyes were seriously wreaking havoc on her supposedly strong inner tigress.

Pull it together, Clearwater, she scolded herself and took a subtle cleansing breath.

Feeling a bit stronger and more herself, she smiled at him.

"Just a burger and fries."

"I'll have the same," he said to the waitress as he handed her the menus.

After she'd left, he turned back to Leah and picked up his beer bottle. She watched with rapt attention as his lips, his perfect, probably smooth and soft and warm lips, wrapped around the bottle and he tilted it back. She felt her stomach tighten and her heart quicken as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with each drink.

Good Lord this man was hot, and she wanted to lick jaw and suck on his neck.

As he set the bottle down on the table, he grinned. Yeah, he knew he was hot, and for some reason she didn't care. He was hot. Damn hot.

"So, tell me about yourself, Leah," he started, just as his long fingers started toying with the neck of the bottle. She gaped at him, and he smirked knowingly and winked at her.