Lucas' P.O.V.
There was my rose, standing before me in a black small dress. A dress that left little to the imagination. She had straightened her red hair, seeming so much longer now. She looked hot as hell with those red stilettos that matched her hair, and the shade of lipstick, perfectly.
Leo had gotten her some fruity drink, as if a girl like her would like something like that. She took it with a smile, being polite. I switched her drink for my own, knowing she would love the burn of the alcohol down her throat. I wasn't wrong as she downed it without even making a face. As much as I tried, I hadn't been able to get her out of my head since that night.
That's not to say I haven't tried, but no woman could seem to excite me the same way she did. Her body was perfect with the unexpected tattoo sleeve on her side that went from just below her breast to her upper thigh. I knew she probably got those done without a cry of pain. She was tough as nails.