“You have this understated sexuality. Only guys who are intelligent or have their wits about them would realise it. Those drunk loud noisy guys would just run right over it. They wouldn't even realise it was there. I can see it. And that sex appeal, once you’ve realised it, is so overwhelming”, he was saying as he tried to run his boozed hand along my back and up my shirt.
“Huh? What are you on about honey? You’re boozed,” I said through sceptical eyes, as I ran my long hair around and over my shoulder away from him.
And smiled ever so quietly at him. His drunken conscious wouldn’t notice. But his unconscious would alight.
“Thanks though. You’re a sweetie”. I left my hand resting on his arm for a second. Looked deeply. And then, the expression abruptly changed to focus and concentration on the club crowd. I moved off. To charm over the free champagne at the table next to us.
Doesn’t mean he’s getting any.