Midnight Rose

Chp 1

Rose

Why am I here?

This is the umpteenth time I am asking myself the same question. I should be at home reading a nice romance book like I do every Friday.

"Rose try to loosen up a little." Trisha, my coworker and best friend, shouted in my ear.

"I think I need some fresh air, Trish. I'll be back in a few." I shouted back and stepped outside of the club and took a deep breath. I hate crowds, clubs and loud music. The only reason I'm here is because its Trisha's birthday and she chose the club to celebrate it. Trisha and I have been friends since primary school but we are complete opposites. Trisha is beautiful, outgoing and has no filter. On the other hand, I am plain, shy around crowds and think before I speak. 

I am the last person anyone expects to see at a club. I am extremely shy, book smart, very hard working and completely dull. I don't use makeup, hate the colour pink, can't stand tight clothes and don't enjoy parties.

Ironically I am wearing a black, body-hugging dress showing off my thick, curvy form only because it reaches my knee. Anything higher than my knee and Trisha would have had me kicking and screaming. I miss my loose-fitting t-shirts and pyjamas. I miss my books and my bed. I miss my-

"Excuse me miss." A smooth, male voice interrupted my train of thought. I look up to see a tall, dark and handsome man standing in front of me.

"How may I help you?" I asked. The way how the handsome stranger is looking at me have me feeling warm all over. But why will a guy like him be talking to a girl like me? He looks like Trisha's type; bad boyish, dominating and confident. 

At over six feet tall he is very good looking, dressed in a black t-shirt with long, black jeans. Coffee brown skin and piercing dark brown eyes looking at me intently. His lips look soft and very kissable.

I wonder how his lips will feel pressed against mine. 

Why am I entertaining the thought to kiss a stranger? A handsome stranger to be exact. I mentally reminded myself that I am not his type. I will never be his type.