I ignored the heated looks and murmured offers I got from others as I walked toward him. He watched my approach with a kind of surety, knowing he'd been singled out. When I was within whisper distance he stopped leaning against the wall and we shifted in a dance of awkward acknowledgment. Seeing him up close illuminated no flaws, if anything it just drew attention to how exquisite he really was. He regarded me with bedroom eyes, no doubt taking in my stylish but casual clothes, spiked dull gold hair. Reading my expression.  

No offers, no lines, just a soft wicked smile that made a million promises and started an uncomfortable warmth below the waistband of my jeans. 

"Can we talk?" At this point I really was trying to convince myself that talking was all I wanted to do.  

"Baby we can do anything you like." More promises in his eyes. How could he look so innocent with words like that falling from his mouth? 

He smiled again and bent to pick up his jacket in one fluid motion. Slinging it over his shoulder he sauntered away from the building into the darkness. A few steps and he turned back to me. 

"You coming?" 

I fought the impulse to run to catch up.