Boys will be boys.

I turned to see one of Beths friends grinning at my empty glass. "Sure" I said nervously. "My names Connor", he said in a husky voice. "Your Beths friend Emm right?" I nodded at him and he turned to grab a drink.

Oh great my mom would be thrilled. A boy had talked to me. Congratulations mom you're little girl has graduated from being an unnoticed mushroom, into a delicious looking field mouse. Now watch as the hawk soars in to scope out its prey.

Connor reached out and grabbed two glasses of amber liquid off of a tray from a passing waiter.

"Have you ever tried Whiskey? He asked grinning at me.

"I don't usually drink" I relied in answer.

"Great" he said. "You're in for a fun night" he said and winked. I felt a little nervousness when he said this but passed it off as nerves as I literally never spoke to men.

We cheeresed glasses and drank.

Yikes.

Fire.

"It burns" I coughed out to him as I barely I got it down.

"That's what I love" he said grinning at me. As he set his empty glass down I felt his eyes rake over my body. Thinking about the offensive dress I quickly started a conversation and shifted my arms to cover my exposed chest.

"So what's your major?" I asked quickly.

"Law" he replied. "I love studying it and can't wait to work in a law firm with my Dad one day. He owns it but I know I want to work more in the court room the he does these days. I like to argue" he said and grinned at my wickedly.

I smiled in reply and took a sip of the whiskey forgetting that it burned so much. I chocked and he took the opportunity to slip an arm around my waist.

"Hey why don't we get you inside and find you something smoother to drink?"

""Sure" I coughed. Anything would be better then this crappy whiskey I thought to myself.

He led me forward into the house but instead of taking me to the bar like I expected he took me down a side staircase and into what looked like a basement.

"Conooooor" yelled a drunk fraty voice.

"What's up Chase?" Connor replied giving him a hand signal.

"Stellas" replied Chase and lifted one to the sky.

Connor laughed and said " we are just cutting through if you don't mind".

Chase eyed me up and as he did so Connor pulled me closer to him. This is Emm. We are looking for a nice drink for her. He said smiling to himself.

He then pulled me past Chase posesivly and into a back hall. He opened a door and led me into a small room stacked with bottles.

In the center of the room sat a small bistro table lit only by candles. On it were perched several empty wine glasses.

"Walaa" he said. "Some wine for the lady" and bowed at me. I giggled. I couldn't help myself with the way he flourished his hand so stupidly. Maybe I would have a good time after all? He pulled out my chair for me and went to the rack to my left.

"I am going to have you sample something Devine tonight."

"This is Amarone. She is one of my favorites."

He took the bottle over to a wall and used an automatic wine opener to open the bottle. After tossing the cork he brought the bottle over and poured each of us a generous amount.

"Make sure you swirl it before you drink" he said. "It gives the wine time to breath."

"Okay" I replied with a small smile. We swirled our wine and then each took a drink. Mhmmmm. I thought much better.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Yeah. Much better then whisky" I said.

He laughed and took another sip of his wine, "much".

I sipped my wine and listened to the sounds of the party around us. It was quite nice. The wine tasted amazing and being away from all the other people made me feel a lot more relaxed.

Just as I was starting to feel slightly dizzy Connor took my hand. "You know" he said. "I couldn't help but notice the minute you walked into the party."

I blushed down to my roots but just said "what!? Never seen a girl with such kick ass boots before!?"

He smiled and said "no, minus the boots you are the most beautiful woman here." His hand skirted up my arm and played with the fabric covering my shoulder.

I smiled at him and adjusted myself politely knocking his hand away from my shoulder.

"Oh really" I replied. "That's very kind of you, except for the part about my boots," And because I had so much wine. "You aren't half bad yourself" I said, with one of my killer grins.

He ignored my sarcastic grin and trailed his fingers up my other arm this time.

"You know" he said. "I've never brought a girl down here before."

"Oh I'm sure buddy" I thought to myself. Remembering That the table was conveniently placed here. And that they were candles lighting the room quite romantically.

"Really!?" I humored him.

"No, none of them felt right." His fingers found the edge of my dress and began to slowly tug the fabric down leaving my shoulder exposed.

Before I could protest or come up with a sarcastic remark to bug him off he swooped his head down and began running his tongue up my newly bared shoulder and over my collarbone. I shivered feeling uncomfortable.

"Hmmmmm" he whispered. "You like my tongue on you?"

Slowed from the wine I slurred "well sir it's kinda like a dog jumped on me and thinks I spilled wine down myself."

He laughed and said "well you know dogs bite." And with that he grabbed both sides of my dress and ripped it open while his teeth simultaneously found my neck and bit down hard.