First Impressions

When Wayne had finally ensured all was settled with his guests and made his way to the exclusive guest room. He had imagined with anticipation, the sight that would await him there; but it definitely wasn’t this.

He opened the door and found Cinnamon sitting on one of the stools at the mini bar, she was drinking from a glass; and he noticed a bottle of scotch which was almost empty by her left elbow. Cinnamon had apparently found the remote for the inbuilt stereo because Akon’s “Lonely,” was playing at full blast. She was passionately singing along off-key as she lightly swayed from side to side.

I’m so glad to see that you have made yourself at home, he thought dryly in disbelief.

He couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across his face as he watched her little display from the door. She was so preoccupied in her performance that she didn’t notice he had entered the room.

He locked the door and walked further in to the room.

“Good evening Cinnamon,” he said in a sarcastic tone.

But she still wasn’t aware of his presence and he felt a little irritated at that. He had gone through the pains of hiring and waiting for her; the least she could do was welcome him properly when he entered the room. Instead, she had proceeded to drown her sorrows in alcohol and was having a jolly good time, when it was his birthday.

He walked up to her in annoyance, and she finally seemed to notice him as he stood directly in front of her; and looked down at her. It was a surprise to suddenly see a man towering over her and she blinked blankly in shock.

Wayne took the remote which was on a stool beside her and reduced the volume of the stereo, so he could hear himself think.

“I said, good evening Cinnamon,” Wayne repeated once more as he impatiently waited for her response.

“Oh, hi. Good evening Mr. Blackstone. I am sorry that I didn’t notice when you came in.” Rose said as she hiccupped a little.

He was finally here and how long had he been watching her? She hadn’t even heard him come in to the room. Perhaps she was supposed to feel a little embarrassed, but that liquid courage advice Jess gave was really helping out.

She couldn’t help but smile up at him, although he didn’t look so happy with her.

What a night, Cinnamon is obviously drunk. Am I still going to be able to get my dance? Wayne wondered as he shook his head.

“You can just call me Wayne.”

“Alright. Good evening Wayne, would you like a drink?”

“I guess so,” Wayne said with a sigh as he sat on the stool next to her. He reached for a glass and poured from the bottle of his scotch which she had so graciously offered.

He took a sip and his nerves seemed to calm down a bit. As he lowered his glass, he noticed Cinnamon staring intently at him. She had managed to barely hang on to her bar stool as she leaned in his direction.

“What?” he asked inquisitively as he raised a brow and raised the glass to his lips to have another sip.

“Are you sure your name is Wayne?” Rose asked in wonder.

Wayne nearly choked as the scotch went down the wrong way and he began coughing with a slight burning in his chest. What kind of ridiculous question was she asking?

“I’m sorry. Are you alright?” Rose asked with concern.

“Of course I’m alright,” he said as she dismissed her concern. “I was just a little surprised at your question. I am a hundred percent sure my name is Wayne. Why would you ask something like that?”

“Well, I figured your name would be Adonis or something like that because you are really beautiful. You remind me of a Greek god actually.” Rose replied in a matter of fact tone as she smiled at him.

He looked at her in quiet disbelief for a few seconds before he burst in to laughter.

What was with this stripper? First of all, she got herself drunk and held her own little karaoke night before he even got here; and now, she was calling him beautiful.

Nobody had certainly ever described him as beautiful and it really cracked him up. Even if he didn’t end up getting his dance, it didn’t seem like such a bad way to spend his birthday; being cracked up by a stripper named Cinnamon. The thought of it made him burst in to laughter once again.

Rose could honestly not understand why this man was laughing; she was perfectly serious when she had called him beautiful. She couldn’t help but stare at him when he had taken that first sip of the scotch; it had been hard for her to fully observe him when he had been standing over her.

But when he had sat on the stool next to her, she had gotten the chance to take a good look at him. He had blond hair that was long in front, but shorter at the sides and back of his head; the strands looked like streaks of gold. Then he had such nice green eyes that it seemed like emeralds had been shoved in to his eye sockets. He had a light tan, probably from his travels to different countries.

She couldn’t tell how tall he was because she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to stand next to him. But maybe six feet two inches? She really didn’t want to be taller than him.

“How tall are you Wayne?”

Another ridiculous question asked out of nowhere, this woman really is on fire tonight, Wayne thought with a grin.

“I’m six feet four inches.”

“Perfect,” Rose said with a smile as she continued her examination of him.

He was wearing a green tank top that showed off his amazing body and grey shorts; he was obviously dressed for the pool party he was holding downstairs. She had heard the sounds of laughter and partying when she had arrived at the mansion earlier.

As she watched him laugh now, she also noticed that he had beautiful white teeth and such a nice laugh. He really did remind her of a Greek god. She would never have said that if she wasn’t currently intoxicated; but right now, she didn’t care about how embarrassed she would feel when her head cleared. She felt like she had all the courage in the world to do anything.

This was why she wasn’t a heavy drinker; it didn’t take a lot of it to make her do irrational things.

Although the air conditioners were on, she was feeling kind of hot and stuffy with the mask and fur coat on. It was probably all the alcohol in her system that was making her feel all warm and fuzzy inside; she had to get them off. Wayne looked at her quizzically, like he was trying to figure out what she going to ask next.

“I am really glad I made you laugh Wayne. If you don’t mind, I would really like to take off my coat and mask because I am burning up over here.” With that, Rose got up, dropped her coat to the floor and took off her mask; which she also tossed on the floor. She gave a sigh of relief before she sat back on her stool and took a sip from her glass.

How could she have called him beautiful, when she was obviously the beautiful one here? Wayne hadn’t actually gotten the chance to observe her features since he had entered the room.

The fur coat had prevented him from having an idea about the body which was underneath it. The mask had left just tiny holes for her eyes, nose and mouth. He had also been too preoccupied with her behavior and questions to actually see the woman who was before him.

But, as she took off the coat and mask, it was like a blindfold had been ripped off his eyes and he was blinded by a ray of sunlight.

The first thing he noticed was her hair. He wondered how she had been able to stuff all that hair, in to that mask; probably one of the powers that women possess.

She had chestnut brown hair with red undertones; and it was about waist length. Then he looked in her eyes and it felt like they drew him deeper in to her. They were amber colored and seemed brighter than usual because of the amount of alcohol which she had consumed.

There were tiny freckles across her nose and he noticed that when she smiled, a deep dimple popped up on her left cheek. She had full lips which looked more red than pink and for a brief moment; he wondered how they would taste.

Then there was her body, that cat suit was made just for her because it looked like she had been poured in to it. He could see that she was a little busty and her hips were the perfect width for her medium sized waist. Another part of her body that caught his attention was her legs. They looked never-ending in those boots and he could see that she was a tall lady and that turned him on.

His friends were right, Cinnamon was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen and he felt drawn to her. But he couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy which crept up and grew within him.

So others had really seen her body? He had this urge to protect her and keep her just for himself. He didn’t want to share her with anyone.

What was this ridiculous feeling he was having? Did he have the right to tell a stripper he just met to stop working? Did he even know if she was already taken by someone else?

Tonight had been a night full of surprises and it was best to end things here. He had actually enjoyed his time with her, even though none of her clothes had come off. He would give her the full payment, wish her success in life and bid her goodnight.

She stretched her hand out to the ground to pick up something.

Wait! Was that a whip? She brought a whip with her? Damn, he loved a woman who wanted to take charge but the right thing to do at this point was to send her away.

She was obviously drunk and might not be able to do what she came for.

“Look Cinnamon, I think it’s time you...”

“Yes, I think it’s time I strip.” Rose said with a sly smile as she interrupted him.