92. Gorgeous (9/22/20)

On Saturday night, Monique found herself walking into a dance club with her boyfriend, Mark. It was the middle of May, so she was wearing a shimmery black dress with matching earrings and three-inch heels.

Mark pulled her along, their hands intertwined, until they reached the entrance. They moved past the bouncer, who probably knew Mark, and walked inside, relishing in the bright lights, dancing patrons, and loud music.

"I'm gonna get a drink!" Mark yelled to her, making his way to the bar. Monique watched him go, a sad look in her eye. Tonight was supposed to be the night where she was going to end things with Mark, and even though he didn't know her plans, he always seemed to be avoiding her, as if he could delay the inevitable.

A Dua Lipa song played over the speakers, so Monique started dancing with a group of girls that she recognized from school. They were all half-drunk anyway and didn't recognize her, so Monique could dance as much as she wanted without feeling judged.

She kept her eyes on Mark, who was sitting at the bar with a few other guys. He was holding a cold beer, which meant he wouldn't be back for a while. Monique let out a sigh. She knew she had to break the news to him soon.

Monique wasn't exactly sure what had led her to make the decision to break up with Mark. They had only been dating for half a year, so the relationship wasn't too serious. He felt like an in-between boyfriend, the guy you date for a few months before finding the person you're supposed to be with. The only thing was, Monique was still waiting to find that next person.

Then, as the Dua Lipa song ended and a different song began, she felt someone's eyes on her. The drunk girls around her stampede towards the bathroom, so she was all alone.

Then she saw him.

He was leaning up against the wall near the men's restroom, which lacked a line, studying his phone. But when Monique found him, he had slipped his phone in his pocket and was now looking at her.

She blushed. Unlike the girls she was dancing with earlier, she didn't recognize this handsome stranger. No, handsome wasn't the right word for him. The famous actor you like is handsome. This man was gorgeous.

He smiled, the corners of his mouth forming a sinful smirk. Monique felt drawn to him, like a magnet.

Ignoring all her inner protests - and the worry that Mark would see her from the bar - Monique walked across the room towards the gorgeous man, who seemed to only have eyes for her.

"What are you looking at?" She asked, suppressing a giggle. The man was a few inches taller than her, even though she was in heels.

"You're a great dancer," he said, with just a hint of an accent. "I'm Logan."

"Monique." She was tempted to shake his hand, but that felt uncalled for. "Is that an Australian accent?"

Logan snickered before Monique could launch into a bit where she teased him about his accent. But his voice only made him more attractive to her.

She absentmindedly looked over her shoulder at Mark, who was still drinking his beer with his friends. He wasn't even worried about her, even though it was his idea for them to come here tonight.

"Can I show you something?" Logan whispered, taking her by the hand.

Every part of Monique's brain was telling her to ignore this stranger and return to her boyfriend, but her whole body ached when she looked into Logan's eyes. She wanted - no, needed - to see what he was talking about.

"Sure," she replied, squeezing his hand before following him through the sea of people.

Logan led her to the back of the club, where there were two elevators. One went up and the other went down. Monique had been to this club a few times before, but had never seen an elevator.

"What is this?" she whispered, looking up at Logan.

"The top floor has more bathrooms, but most people don't know the elevators are back here," he explained, shooting her a grin. "Do you wanna go upstairs?"

Monique couldn't stop herself from saying yes.

The elevator took a few moments to reach them, and they were the only two who got on. Once inside, Logan pressed the button to take them up to the next floor.

"I don't mean to be forward," Monique said, "but are you single?"

Logan shrugged, which only made her want him more. "Are you single?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I want to know if your boyfriend will get mad at me if I kiss you."

Monique gasped as Logan kissed her squarely on the mouth. She melted into his touch, his hands running over her body. She grabbed him by the forearm and kissed him back, tasting the peppermint gum he must've been chewing earlier.

Their bodies radiated with heat as they continued to kiss. If she could, Monique would've laid it all out for him, right then and there. But then, the elevator sounded and the doors opened.

The second floor was deserted, which was good news for Monique and Logan. They exited the elevator, still wrapped in each other's arms, lips locked, and stumbled to the empty single-stall bathrooms. They slipped inside, one after another, and escaped from the world.