I was literally staring intothe eyes of my dreamsright now.
Blue. Deep. Bottomless. And I was lost in the depths of those bewitching eyes.
I didn’t know I’d zoned out totally until I heard his voice calling out to me.
“Hello?” Blue eyes called out at me, waving a hand in front of me.
“Hi,” I replied with a smile.
His blue eyes glowed at me. Damn! I needed to get myself under control to avoid an embarrassing incident that could happen in the next five seconds. He was the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes on, and he seemed so laid back, carrying all that beauty.
His lips twisted into an enticing grin.
"So," he started. His baritone was smooth. “Why do I feel like we’ve met before?”
Oh, you don’t know. If only you realize how many times you’ve been in my dreams.
It was as if electricity crackled between us. His slow approach had led to a buzzing hum taking over me and spreading shock under my skin.
“No,” I said. “I do not think I’ve ever seen you in person?”
My hand shook slightly, and my drink sloshed in my hand. I felt weak in my knees.
He glanced down at the glass of red wine that was unbalanced in my hand. “If you spill that drink on me you’d force me to strip out of these.”
I smirked.Um. You would look so good in nothing that I’m tempted to spill it!
“You have nothing to fear,” I said aloud, swiftly dumping the glass on the tray of a waiter passing by.
His eyes swept over my face. “Well, that’s good to know.”
I nodded. Still too stunned by his presence to speak or think, really.
“May I know your name?”
“Ella,” I answered.
His lips twisted in a smile. “Nice name. What brings you here tonight?”
“My friend. She, um, has a date and asked me to tag along to the party.”
His smile made him look even more gorgeous. Dark hair framed his face, with the dusty five o’clock shadow on his chin. He had dark, bristly eyebrows that gave his look more meaning and a slim hawkish nose. He looked like a Viking god.
“What about you?” I asked. “What brings you here tonight?”
There goes that mesmerizing smile again.
“Work,” he replied. “But the moment I saw you across the room, all I could think was that I had to come to talk to you. You’re beautiful.”
“Oh, really?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I appreciate the compliment, Mr -?”
“Armand. Name’s Armand, without the Mr.” His turquoise eyes glistened.
“Armand,” I mouthed. “Befitting name.”
“Oh, really?” He leaned towards me as he grinned. “Why do you think it’s a befitting name?”
I flashed a smile. “It might be better for your ego if you don’t find out.”