Filed Under: PSP in NYC
Paige decided to host her birthday party at DIVAS in two weeks, so she got dressed up, made fliers and brought them to pass out at the club. As she strutted around reminding the cute guys (and some of the girls) to make sure they were there for her special day, so they could buy her a drink, Reese and I hung out at the bar chatting.
We had just ordered a round of martinis when a tall, chocolate, muscular man in a black button down shirt and dark wash jeans approached us.
“Reese, how are you?” he said leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek. They began to converse, all the while the mans eyes continually met mine. I quietly sipped my drink, listening to their conversation and shyly glancing away when he held my gaze for too long. After a few minutes of our visual cat and mouse, he looked at me with a chuckle and said,
“You’re so quiet… What’s your name?”
“I’m Ce–” Before I could reply Paige’s voice interrupted me.
“OH-MY-GOD!” she shrieked as she approached us. She walked straight over to the guy and gave him a big hug.
“Hey sexy,” she said tossing her hair over her shoulder. She handed him a flier, “You better be there”.
“Yeah maybe,” he mumbled stuffing the flier in his pocket.
“Wanna dance?” Paige said grabbing his hand.
“I’m not really in the mood to dance,” he replied pulling his hand away.
“C’mon! Just one dance”
“I’m really tired”
“Okay, maybe later?”
“Yeah… maybe,” he replied. “I’ll be back” and with that he walked away.
The moment he left Paige began to complain to Reese about him, saying that she couldn’t believe he would show his face and talk to her as if nothing happened. They went back and forth for a while when I finally interrupted to ask who exactly that guy was.
Paige turned to me, “Celeste, that was Tony Lake!“
Great, the tallest, most chocolate, most built guy I had seen at DIVAS just happens to be the guy who recently broke my friends heart. As I stood processing this new information, Paige and Reese went outside to smoke.
Being alone in a club even for a moment is always awkward for me, but I don’t smoke so I made my way towards the couches on the other side of the dance floor. As I navigated through the swaying bodies I felt a hand gently catch my wrist. I knew before I looked up that it was Tony Lake.
“Dance with me,” he said.
“I thought you didn’t want to dance”
“C’mon… Dance with me,” he whispered in my ear.
“I can’t,” I said reluctantly.
“You know why… You–”
Before I could finish my sentence he had already pulled me close to him. I wanted to stop, but I took in the smell of his cologne and got lost. He was so tall, through his button down shirt I could see the definition of his chest, broad shoulders, and having his well defined arms wrapped around me felt amazing.
We rocked and swayed to the beat in silence, his face buried in my hair when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there was Paige.