Thread: A maid for Ms. Devilla Roche (Devilla Roche and IntoThe Mystic)

From the corner of his eye David could see and hear a pretty blonde waitress doing her best to work her way through the throng of people surrounding the bar. For a moment, he'd even thought she'd made direct eye contact with him. Clearly that must have been his imagination. Why of all people would she look at him? David sensed his anxiety mounting and began to second guess the mandate he'd placed upon himself. Perhaps this wasn't the best day to force himself to work on his anxiety issues and social confidence. It was starting to appear to him like today was the advanced level for that course and he felt that even on a good day he was barely ready for even the intermediate level, at best. Before he even had a chance to think about escaping to his room David was startled by feeling a tug on his arm and hearing a female voice addressing him. When he turned he found himself looking at the attractive blonde waitress he'd noticed moments ago. Well, to be truthful, he was actually looking slightly up at her given that in her heels she was several inches taller than he was. Confusion was written all over his face when she explained that a woman had bought him a drink. His initial reaction was that clearly this had to be a mistake and the waitress had wandered up to the wrong customer. This was the sort of thing that happened to other people, not to him. Something about the waitress' voice and her demeanor though quickly extinguished that thought. This waitress appeared to be on a mission and was intent on completing it. David's eyes followed the direction that she pointed and immediately he had a lump in his throat and it felt as if his heart stopped. Oh god. It was the devastating woman who the mere sight of nearly caused him to scamper out of the bar like a nervous bunny. He paused, unable to speak for a moment, then managed to reply, Uhh, gin and tonic please? That would be fine, thank you. In a moment the waitress was dashing off toward the bar and David found himself feeling as if his feet were encased in a foot of concrete. Drawing in a deep breath and straightening the collar on his blazer he summoned up as much courage as he could muster and approached the gorgeous blonde woman sitting alone in the corner booth. Simply standing at her table in the presence of such a woman had David's legs feeling rubbery. Still, he managed to smile politely as he addressed her. Hello, my name is David Markell, he said cordially. I understand that you'd bought me a drink and rescued me from the crowd? That was very kind of you, thank you so much. If her beauty, wealth and power weren't intimidating enough from his distant quick glance, being this close to her all but left David breathless. He felt his gaze being magnetically drawn to her luxurious fur and even more so to a display of deep, ample, alluring cleavage that exuded irresistible female power. Silently he told himself, Maintain eye contact, maintain eye contact. The problem was that her emerald green eyes were so beautiful, so captivating he found himself feeling trapped in them. He swallowed hard and momentarily averted his gaze completely to try to gather some composure. When this trip had began David had been filled with confidence and self-assurance, feeling as if he had indeed raised himself up from his humble beginnings and now indeed was 'someone'. Now though, in the presence of this woman he felt those feelings of being small and insignificant flooding back to him. David had been wrong about his trip to the bar being the advanced course for working on his anxiety and confidence. This was the PhD level course and he felt woefully unprepared. Still, he resumed eye contact and smiled politely, telling himself that all he needed to do was get through one drink and then he would make a beeline back to the safety of his room so he could calm his nerves. As awkward, uncomfortable and nervous as he felt David knew what etiquette required for this situation. So, in as steady a voice as he could manage he asked, May I join you please?