Chapter 1: A Mysterious
I noticed him as soon as I stepped into the
club. He was sitting alone at the bar wearing an old Judas Priest
t-shirt. His disheveled brown hair and badass tattoos only added
to my attraction. I have a weakness for rebels. However, all
these things paled in comparison to his fiery jade eyes. As he
caught my eye I felt his gaze pierce through me. Chills ran down
From across the room, his powerful eyes put
me in a trance. I slowly made my way across the crowded dance
floor, those hypnotic green eyes never once leaving mine. When I
reached the bar I smiled slyly and asked,
"Is this seat
A delightfully crooked smile spread across
his face as he wordlessly offered me the chair.
"I'm Mina," I said, offering
him my hand.
Although my voice was steady, my heart was
"Ville," he said in a velvety
A beautiful name, I thought, exotic but
somehow intellectual. I opened my mouth to ask him about his
enchanting accent, but the bartender cut me off.
"From that guy over there," he
said gesturing vaguely to a Meathead in the corner. Meathead
winked at me. Ville snickered.
"You seem to have an admirer,"
he said deeply amused.
Normally I would have ignored the drink,
but it wasn't just a drink. It was a "blow-job" shot. How very
clever. Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into my head. Ville didn't
miss the evil grin playing at the corners of my
"You know what would be funny?"
I asked innocently.
"We should pretend the drink
was for you. Then you could down it, and give him a saucy wink.
That would probably embarrass him enough to leave us
He raised his eyebrows at me.
"I think you might be trouble
Mina," he teased. I was secretly thrilled.
"You really should though, it
would be too funny."
"You think I should, do
"Ah, what the hell," he
He took the nasty shot-glass off the bar
and waited for Meathead to look over. When he did, Ville flashed
him a smile and gave him a perfect naughty wink. Meathead watched
in horror, and then looked away with more embarrassment than I
could have hoped for. I couldn't contain myself. Neither could
When our laughter died down, I caught him
staring into my eyes again. I bit my lip and looked down. When I
looked-up again he was still watching me. His face was a mix of
warmth and intensity.
In the background, I noticed the music
changing. One of my favorite songs was starting to
Well I know, I could be just another
But to you, I guess I'm just another
And you swear you like to live your
life in danger,
Yet you hide behind a wall of silly
I was the kind of song that makes you feel
dangerous, rebellious. Suddenly I wanted nothing other than to
"I looove this song!" I
He looked at me skeptically.
"You like Ozzy
"Yeah well…don't judge a book
by its cover."
He regarded me again, but I was not in the
mood to sit and look at each other.
"Come on," I said grabbing his
He looked torn.
"Fine then," I said dropping it
playfully, "Catch me if you can!"
I felt his eyes on my back as I slipped
into the throng of dancers. I felt the familiar rhythm fill my
bones. Screaming guitar, pumping bass, perfection. But it got
I felt two hands on my waist and looked up
to see Ville there. I turned to face him and kept dancing. The
atmosphere was electric. I danced eyes closed with him for a
while, feeling the music pulse through me.
When the song hit the guitar solo though, I
stood on my tiptoes to look him in the eyes. Then I kissed him
smack on the mouth. A triumphant smile lit-up my face as I
started dancing again.
My eyes quickly snapped open when I felt
his cool fingers gently lift my chin. He gently pressed his lips
to mine, and his arm snaked around my waist. If he wasn't
supporting me I might have fallen.
Instead, I reached my hands to his face and
traced the handsome features there. Then I twined my fingers in
his unruly hair. My heart was nearly beating out of my
Never breaking the kiss, I felt him slowly
lift me off the ground and carry us off the crowded dance
The next thing I felt was my head landing
on a plush leather bench, and Ville on top of me. My heart
dropped to my stomach.
"Wait," I said around his
His lips moved to my throat. My self
control was slipping.
"Why?" He spoke into the hollow
at the base of my neck.
"I'm sorry…I just…not here…I
don't mean to be a teas-," he cut off my frenzied apology with a
tender kiss. He pulled me into his lap and said,
"It's alright, love. Let me take you
His smile didn't quite reach his
Once we were outside, he told me he would
help me call a cab. When he opened the door for me he seemed to
change his mind.
"Scoot over," he
I scooted, bewildered but
"So I take it your coming home
with me?" I asked.
Ville misinterpreted my
"Don't worry," he said quickly,
"I just want to make sure you get home okay."
As if I didn't feel horrible enough
already. He was not only insanely gorgeous, but he was a total
gentleman as well. I willed the moisture from my
It was starting to rain. I
couldn't help myself. I leaned back onto Ville and he wordlessly
wrapped me in his arms. The last thing I remember before falling
asleep were his lips cool on my hair.