As the evening awakened, my friends and I started drinking. It was just meant to be another night out. For all the drink, I wasn’t feeling drunk at all, but I felt a little more confident about my dress, and the lack of underwear beneath it. You need guts to pull that off.
The others were already a little tipsy as we went into the bar. It’s my friends’ favourite weekly event – on the other side of town, but it’s definitely worth it. The DJ is a lot of fun, and plays everything from Pendulum to 50s rock and roll.
My friends were trying to find a good spot to get served at the bar, which was two-deep in places. The drinks were cheap and tasted it too. I was about to lodge myself between two rather lovely women at the bar when I caught sight of someone on at work. Ah, not just work colleague – only the hottest colleague you could possibly imagine. His biceps were the girth of my thigh. I remember the first time I saw him a few months ago. He was wearing a dirty-ish maroon apron that set off his Latino skin tone beautifully. His muscles rippled as he chiselled away at his work. I didn’t know his name. I whispered to my girls to look at him – and as soon as they did, th... Læs hele novellen
