As I looked around the room, I noticed one girl in particular who was playing pool. Mayfair Escort was, in a word, stunning. Everything from Escorts’ in Mayfair shoulder length curly auburn hair to her deliciously curvy hips spelled gorgeousness, and I couldn't help but stare at her as she leaned over to sink the eight ball, inadvertently giving me a glimpse of Escorts’ in Mayfair voluptuous breasts. After sinking the ball and winning the game, she glanced up and caught me with my eyes on her.
I felt the scarlet rising on my neck and felt like a deer in the headlights. Mayfair Escort smiled at me—was that amusement I saw in Escorts’ in Mayfair smile? After a brief moment of eye contact, I tore my gaze away, as if hoping this would hide the fact that I had been staring.
I turned back toward the bar and my drink and took a generous sip of it. I don't usually stare at girls, and I most certainly don't get caught doing it. I felt a brush against my arm as I set my drink back down and I turned to look what caused the contact—it was the same girl I had just leered at.
Mayfair Escort was leaning over the bar with her hands pressed against the edge so the bartended could hear her over the din of the music and half-shouted, "Two of whatever he's having," pointing in my direction.
"Maybe that's because I'm not from here. I'm from London, and I'm only here for the night," I replied, smiling a bit, still vaguely surprised that she was sharing a drink with me. That sort of thing never happened to me—usually I asked to buy the girl a drink, and more often than not, she turned me down. Maybe it was the location.
"Well then, that probably explains everything. I always heard that Canadians were excessively polite, but I hadn't heard they were so cute," she grinned Escorts’ in Mayfair gorgeous smile at me when she noticed how red I was getting. I couldn't believe how strong she was coming on, and I had a hard time figuring out what I should do.
So I played it honest.
"I have to say, you're surprising the hell out of me and I have no idea what to do here," I admitted, still feeling hot under the collar of my shirt; it was very hard to keep my eyes from wandering back down to her chest while she was standing this close. They were either the most spectacular pair of breasts I'd ever seen, or that was one hell of a bra doing the work. "And I don't even know your name."
The green-eyed girl leaned in close to me, Escorts’ in Mayfair lips almost brushing against my ear as she whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "Darcy." Mayfair Escort drew the name out long and slow, letting me feel her warm breath tickle my sensitive ear, and I heard the gentle Texas drawl in Escorts’ in Mayfair voice for the first time. Mayfair Escort leaned back away from me a bit with a smirk, "And you can buy me another drink, for starters," she laughed as she finished off the one she had, and I did the same.