The gala was anything but my cup of tea. Rich and phony woman pretending like they are here to donate to charity when all they’re doing is scoping out their next rich hot shot to take back to their penthouse. I rest my elbows on the table behind me and take a deep sigh to let everyone around me know that I wasn’t in the mood for mingling around. My appearance was slightly disheveled; my black silk evening gown wrinkling towards the center due to my lazy stance. My hair was in a sleek low bun, but the humidity in the room was making the frizz show up in a slow and steady appearance.

There was no one to impress.

I grab a flute of champagne off of one of the waiters circular trays and down it in one gulp. The heat of the alcohol warms my stomach up and I can feel the blood pour to my cheeks as a result of its effects. I glance up as I feel the stare of someone else’s eyes on me and when I do I immediately regret it. I meet the most honey-coated, auburn eyes I had ever made contact with. Warmth and a hot fire all wrapped inside one chocolate coated iris. I blame the liquid courage on the reason why I am making long and sensual paces towards the mystery man. He meets me halfway and stops mere inches from my face.

“Dance with me.” His voice is a deep timbre and whereas usually a respectful man would at least ask, he demands.

I bat my mascara coated eyelashes at him, “aren’t you going to ask for a name first?” I take this moment to glance him up and down. His tuxedo lined his muscles perfectly, and the white undershirt beneath the suit coat was unbuttoned in a lazy and yet very exposing manner. I wanted to see the miles of skin resting underneath, but my thoughts are immediately interrupted by the growl of his voice.

“Why don’t we skip the introduction stage, I’ll learn more about you when I bring you home.” His confidence oozes out of him like lava flowing out of an erupting volcano; Hot but extremely deadly if you get too close.

I hold my hand out and his rough and calloused hands grip my delicate and soft hands. Such a beautiful contrast that I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from. I let him lead me to the center of the dance floor, “you sound so sure. I’m not that easy you know.”

The man with the mesmerizing brown eyes and the curliest brunette hair that yells at me to run my hands through it, spins me around before dipping me down. When I come back up, I push my body against his chest and look at his lips that are so close all it takes is a bow of his head.

“I usually get what I want, when I want it.” His words knock me back a step, but I rest my hands on his chest and look up into his eyes resisting the temptation to get lost in them.

“What’s your name?” I breathe the question in his ear as I use the force of my hands on him to push up on the toes of my stilettos.

He breathes back in my ear sending chills down my spine making me tremble, “Enzo.”

A beautiful name for the most beautiful of men. I can feel our chemistry pulling us together like two magnets that I know are going to deflect if we get too close. I lower my lips down until they are close enough to his where I can take a sultry breath, and then I do it.

I kiss Enzo; the most passionate kiss I had ever given another man. I surprised myself with the amount of intensity and emotion I had allowed myself to showcase in just one kiss. Enzo was right; he could have what he wanted, when he wanted it. I want to blame it on the champagne but the truth was that Enzo had such a sexual, bold, and confident energy about him that he wreaked havoc on my insides. He made my brain foggy and grey, blurring the line between what is morally right and what is morally wrong.

My kiss screamed desperation and pre mature love.

The turn of his back and his long strides across the room, away from me, screamed the opposite.