Scornfully Yours (Torn Series) (5 page)

    
Wow
, just wow! His sheer beauty totally caught me off guard. His movies didn’t do him justice. My eyes landed on his pink lips, the soft full bottom got my heated gaze.

    
Did he bite just as good in that movie?
His lips look delicious, I wondered.

     He was tall–about six foot three. His dirty blonde, bed-head hair looked so
deliciously
sexy. Bass Cole was armed with the sexiest, laziest smile I have ever encountered, topped with some fucking sexy dimples, I was I drooling on the spot.

  
My
, I’m tongue-tied. Can anyone be allowed to be
this
arrestingly beautiful?

     I stood frozen, not comprehending what the fuck Bass Cole just asked me. 
Holy shit!
He’s even more perfect up close.

Get it together before you embarrass yourself!
I chided my brain to fully function.

     I was still reeling but recovered a bit from the initial shock. Not saying a word, I spun around and held his hand that was clutching on my hip. My soft hand held his large, masculine one. The touch sent electric currents up my arm.
God, I’m dying here!
I thought as Bass firmly held me as we danced in great synchronization, grinding and swaying erotically. His hand tightened on me as his other hand started to caress my other side.
Goodness
, the man moves in quickly!

     And man, doesn’t he feel perfect. Argh!

     Fuck you Carter! I thought as I danced with Bass.

     With his heated body grinding against mine, I got a whiff of his cologne and wanted to die on the spot.
You see
, I have a thing for a man’s scent. I hate how some men use crazy strong cologne or a strong repulsive deodorant–it’s a total turnoff. Bass Cole smelled like well…perfect?

     I know you can’t smell perfect but I knew if I could, it would smell just like him. It was pure masculine with a hint of citrus? I wasn’t sure. All I know was that it was an intoxicating blend of pure heady perfection.

     When the song ended, I hesitantly moved away. Time to let go of my erotic fantasy, I begrudgingly thought as I gave him a great smile and a little wave.

     “It was great to meet you. Have a lovely night!” I called out to his taken aback expression.

     Bass immediately grabbed my hand back and pulled me close. “Wait—do you want to join me and my friends at my table?” He invited, gesturing where his friends were located who were all witnessing our intimate impromptu dance.

      Err, no. As hot as he was, flirting with Bass would not be the greatest idea. I know I wanted to have fun tonight but Bass Cole…was well Bass Cole! It’s rather overwhelming.

     “I’m good. Thank you though.” I tried to pull away but he wouldn’t budge.

     “Okay, well can I invite myself to join you then?” Bass gave me another lazy smile.

God, his smile was freaking blinding! It was simply melting my resolve.   “If you want to, I guess.” I replied, unsure.

     What he did next seriously made me smile and tingle all over.

     “I’m Bass Cole.” He gave me his hand to shake.
Really?
I’m sure he knew everyone in this club knew who he was.
But still
, he was being nice.  Darn, this guy was a total charmer.

      “Emma Anderson.” When I gave him my hand, I expected for us to shake but instead he took it to his lips and kissed it. I gasped at the mere brush of his soft lips.

    
Easy there Lucian, the hot vampire!
I swooned. No wonder this man was one of the Hollywood’s finest! He went in for the kill without qualm.

     Bass Cole’s eyes looked entertained. I’m sure this was quite the norm for him. Unexpectedly, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I want you, Emma Anderson.”

I swallowed, hard.

Wow. He’s really,
really
forward! I suppose things are done fast-paced around this town. I wasn’t accustomed to it and I didn’t plan to start tonight.

     “I’m not going to have sex with you, you know. If that’s what you’re after, you have to look elsewhere,” I said with all seriousness and meant it.

    His eyes gleamed with pure amusement. “As much as that thought appeals to me right now, Emma Anderson, I don’t have sex on first dates either.” 

   His lazy smile got wider at my confused expression. Huh? A date?

     “What date? We just met. This is obviously not a first date!”

     “Oh, but it will be, Emma. It definitely will be,” Bass whispered in my ear. The thumping music immediately vanished around me, his touch and voice clearly dominated my senses. He softly chuckled at my frozen state, “So, want to introduce me to your friends?” He pointed a finger at my table and I saw that my friends were gaping at us with avid curiosity.

    He was coming on to me
so hard
, I barely had time to think. Not a very good sign if you ask me.

     “Sure. I know someone who will be
very
interested to meet you.” I thought of Cece and how badly she wanted to meet him. Maybe those two can get together. Bass certainly wants to hook-up with someone tonight.
Why not Cece?

     With my hand still intertwined with his, Bass guided us towards my table. When we got there, all the girls were giggly and excited to meet him.

     “Guys, this is Bass, as all of you know already.” My heart sped up when he squeezed my hand, “This is Cece, Trista, Amber and my good friend Lindsey.”

     “Hello ladies. Glad to make your acquaintance.” Bass gave them his mega-watt smile and Cece and Trista sighed.

I looked at all of their faces, a little embarrassed and a little amused. Bass definitely had fans at this table.

     I slid inside the booth and Bass followed suit. Cece, who was sitting across from us, got out of her seat and sat next to Bass.
Here goes operation Shameless Cece
, I thought amusingly. I think these two would get on
just
fine. Player meets player equals perfect harmony.

     I tried to pull my hand away from his clasp but he clutched it tighter. What was it with this man? I needed some sort of privacy—even for just a second.

     Cece was talking animatedly about her plans of being a movie star to Bass when I caught Amber roll her eyes. Bored from listening to Cece’s blabbering, Amber immediately got up and took Trista with her. The guys they met earlier were outside smoking and they were heading out to find them. I wished I was that brazen at times when it came to men. I get shy at the most uncertain times. Maybe it’s because I’m not really that experienced. I mean apart from Lewis and Carter, I haven’t dated anyone else or had sex with anyone else except for for that matter.

     Lindsey nudged my arm. “Total upgrade from my brother. I approve.” She winked.

     “You’re crazy. I’m not hooking up with an actor who has a playboy reputation. Don’t you think your brother traumatized me enough?” I quipped back, just enough for her to hear me.

     A cell phone flashed brightly on the damask couch and I saw Brody’s name on the screen. I glanced at Lindsey, who was nervously biting her lip.

     “Doll—Brody’s here—outside. He wants to talk. He’s being very persistent and I just agreed to see him. The hotel room at the Chateau is under both our names, so you can check in anytime, that is if you come back before I do. Call me anytime, okay?” She leaned back and looked anxious.

     With my free arm, I gave her a quick hug and kiss. “Give him a chance. He’s a good guy babe,” I urged. I wanted her to see reason but something was holding her back.

     “It doesn’t matter.” She got up and gave Bass and Cece a quick goodbye. Lindsey Mason sauntered towards the exit door that got her a few admiring glances. She was a knock-out and she knew it too.

     I glanced back at the two people who were left with me as they chatted animatedly.  I almost choked on a laugh when I saw Cece push her fierce boobs forward, giving Bass a great view of her rack. The two seemed to be getting friendly. They even shared a laugh or two when I was talking to Lindsey. Maybe they are hitting it on quite nicely.

     Time to move it, I suppose.

I didn’t want to see them in action.
Why’s that?
I thought you didn’t want Bass? My fucking thoughts countered. Who knows really? But what
I do know
was that I didn’t want to see it happen. Bass Cole was my wet dreams come to life and I gladly handed him to Cece—or she jumped on the opportunity more like it. But given my circumstances, I couldn’t just throw caution to the wind and sleep with Bass—as he entailed earlier. It feels too early for me. I need time out.

     Imagine my frustration when he wouldn’t let go of my hand when I tried to pull away, yet again. “Bass, I have to go to the bathroom.”

     “Let me take you,” he suggested. I looked at him like he had grown horns.

     “No thanks. I’m good.” He let go of my hand and I instantly scrambled to my feet and searched for the restroom to which, I had no clue where it was located.

     Since I really didn’t need to use the restroom, I opted to seek out Amber and Trista. Why did I feel the need to excuse my presence from Bass? Well, it could possibly be that he was way too much of everything for my palette.
Sure
, he was drop dead gorgeous but hadn’t I just gotten out of that hot cycle?

     When I finally found the girls, they were already engrossed with their chosen men and I would feel like an intruder if I went amongst their paired cozy
tête-à-tête
.  Without Lindsey as my side-kick, I felt like a fifth wheel.

     I sighed, feeling lost and defeated. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. Maybe it was a bad decision to come out tonight? I thought sullenly.

     “Hey—why are you all sad?” A man’s voice asked, a stranger.

     I counted a few times before I fluttered my eyes open. An attractive dark male was smiling down at me. I lifted my brow, “What makes you think I’m sad,
stranger?
”

     He gestured his palm over his face, “You have this look about you. Guy problems, isn’t it?” HUH. Was I that obvious to onlookers? I really am officially PATHETIC, I thought with disgust.

     “Possibly,” I shot back.

     What was the point in lying? Didn’t they say it was easier to talk to strangers about your problems because you’d never see them again?

     “I think that you’re too caught up with your emotions that you can’t see the truth behind the façade. I think you should talk to him and clear the air.
But once you do
, a set of forbidding forces will be working against you.
Another man or two
—will seek for your love and attention. Be prepared, I am warning you. Your heart’s pure. But know that this world sets out to taint the purest ones. Be strong and remember never to lose faith in yourself once it happens,” The dark stranger voiced out grimly.

    
What in the world is he talking about?
How the hell did he know these things? Do people randomly say these things to other? So freaky and odd.

     “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I warily eyed the dark man who seemed to be full of knowledge.

     “Maybe I do. I’m a psychic. It’s what I do for a living and I can tell what’s bothering you. I advise that you talk to him and go prepared. Your life is about to change, it will knock you back a few times before you see the truth that life has to offer you. The man who will wholeheartedly deserve your love is the man who will be there at your lowest, the one who loves you in all your shades—the light, the hued and the dark.” He gently squeezed my arm and left.

    
What?
After all that shit load of crap, he leaves? My mouth was gaping open as I watched him walk away and join the mass of the dancing crowd.

      What the hell just happened?
Are psychics even real?
Wasn’t Miss Cleo a big hoax? She was…but that doesn’t mean they didn’t really exist…

    
Weird
, this entire evening was getting so freaking weird!

     It’s surreal. This is like a low budget film gone horribly bad.
That’s it!
Surely this weirdness was a tell-tale sign of ‘get the fuck out of here’? Maybe it’s time to get a move on and go back to the hotel. Maybe I could just nurse my broken heart for another night watching
The Notebook
.  I felt totally drained and depleted.

     Resigned, I weaved my way towards the entrance of the building. There was a heavy crowd tonight and it was difficult to move past the throng of people without bumping into them. I almost sighed with relief when I saw the exit door but a strong arm gripped me and tugged me into a darkened corner.

     “
What the fu
—” I halted mid-sentence when Bass turned me around and placed a finger on my lips, hushing me.