“Rand, quit bitching.” Kelly told her friend as she re-applied her dark red lipstick while looking into the dimly lit bathroom mirror. She opened her mouth and contorted it into a strange shape so as to make it perfect, although she knew that within only a few minutes it would probably be smeared already. She didn’t think she’d mind, though. The thought of the look on his face when she had left him that afternoon had done enough to supply her throughout the day with erotic fantasies of the evening ahead. And now she had all she could do to keep from pushing Miranda and the attendant out the door, because he was in there, hiding in the handicapped stall. He had slipped in while Kelly had distracted the attendant and now it was only a matter of moments before she could get the few remaining people out. “You always look like you stepped out of a Saks catalog, girl. Tonight’s no different.” Kelly shook her head, and her hair swept over her bare shoulders. She hoped Nick would be able to get beneath the dress with as little a hassle as possible.

Miranda really did look good. She always did. She was dressed in a black hip-hugging mini skirt and a sleeveless plain black form fitting top. It modestly showed her ample breasts, but wasn’t particularly low cut, thus not showing too much “boobage” as Miranda referred to it as. To complete her ensemble, she wore a belt with a small rhinestone buckle. She looked great, classy, elegant, simple. Kelly had always found it hard to get the air of elegance that her friend had just naturally come by. Kelly was comfortable in a suit, in her office clothes, but when it came to the evening, it always took a lot more work. But she felt good tonight. She had worked even harder because she knew Nick would be there.

“You ready?” Randa asked, grabbing a mint out of a crystal candy dish. Randa had made her way around the celebrity circuit more than once. In fact, that’s how she had met Kelly. The two of them had met the first time when Kelly was representing Sean Combs in a copyright infringement case. And being one of Puff Daddy’s publicists, Randa had naturally been at one of his famous parties and had met the lawyer. They had clicked from the start, and they had naturally fell back upon each other in friendship over the past five years. There was something going on with Kelly, though, tonight. She had that devious look in her eyes.

“Actually, lemme pee again.” Kelly told her friend, her eyes darting from side to side, realizing that the ladies room was now empty of everyone except Randa and the attendant.

Randa leaned one hand on the edge of the sink. “Hurry it up, OK?” She told her friend who stood about 4 inches taller than herself.

“You go on out. I’ll catch up in a sec.” Kelly commanded her friend. It was hard for her to boss Miranda around. It had always been kind of the opposite. Randa had always been the big sister type. But she didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, she didn’t aknowledge it when she took one last look in the mirror and headed out the bathroom door. When he shut, Kelly looked at the attendant and pulled out a 100 dollar bill.

“I need 10 minutes in this bathroom alone. You think you can help me?”

The attendant just smiled as she took the hundred and exited.

*****

“I didn’t know you had it in ya.” One of Nick’s eyebrows were raised as he unlatched the bathroom stall and she walked in, removing her sheer duster that covered a light purple cocktail dress.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.” Kelly told him as she walked in and locked the door behind her.

Nick backed up while she walked towards him. His back hit the wall. “My God, he’s incredibly sexy.” She thought as she took him in with her eyes. He must have gotten his hair cut that afternoon. It was just slightly tousled, styled to look all screwed up. He was wearing a pair of shades, D & G it looked like. His turtleneck sweater was light brown and his jacket was a cream color that matched the cream colored tips of his hair. As he stood there with that seductive smirk, the outline of his mouth protruded and Kelly felt the urge to rub her tongue against it. His corduroys fit him perfectly, but she didn’t care. She wanted them off. She wanted to feel his muscular ass in the palm of her hand.

“What are you in the mood to do, then?” He asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“Fuck me.” She told him. She meticulously removed his sunglasses and dropped them to the floor. "Nice shades, by the way. But I want to see your eyes when you come."

Nick let out a rough gasp. And then, he fucked her.

*****

Nick’s neck was sore from Kelly’s relentless bites. He could feel the hickeys forming, if that was at all possible. He knew he’d be bruised and have battle scars to show from their little bathroom stint. But he really could care less. He was already ready for more from her. The woman made him insatiable. And of course she had left him wondering, as always, if he would ever get more from her again.

Tonight he was trying to go for a bit more sophisticated than normal, so Nick was simply sipping on a glass of champagne. It wasn’t the Cristal that Puffy was so famous for, it was actually Moet, but that was Nick’s favorite type. At least it tasted better to him, and so that’s what he drank when he drank champagne.

He stood with one elbow against a sleek glass bar and scanned the crowd with his eyes beneath his dark brown sunglasses. It was always difficult for Nick to try to appear cool. It just wasn’t in him. He was hopelessly flawed, but it usually didn’t matter that he was kind of a dork. What mattered was his good looks, the way he had learned to smile at women. The way he knew how to look at them and touch them. He was always sure to get a girl at one of Puffy’s parties. But all Nick was interested in tonight was having Kelly again. If someone had put a gun to his head and forced him to choose his favorite sexual partner, she would be it. She made his body crazy. He was getting hard just thinking about doing her again. And the taste of her was still on his mouth, mixing with the sweet sensation of the Moet.

Nick licked his lips and scanned the crowd, hoping she’d meet his eyes, that they could leave, as soon as possible and make their way to his suite back at the Trump.

He couldn’t have seen it coming, as his vision was focused across the floor rather than right in front of him. The petite young woman’s voice had been a background of the whole scene here since Nick had been standing there. She used her hands when she spoke and suddenly, Nick found himself doused in Cranberry and Stoli, all over his light brown turtleneck, somewhat resembling a B-rated film’s replacement for blood. The fact that the drink had traveled through the air a large 6 or 7 feet wasn’t enough. It was when the girl turned around, her big brown eyes both apologetic and delighted, staring at him, Nick irrevocably swore off any pre-notions that love at first sight didn’t exist. Because right then, he was sure he was in love with Miranda.