A glimpse of red stain and the shimmer of blonde hair is all I manage to see before she disappears…

That fateful night, I’m standing there, ready for the event to be over with. But as I’m about to make my escape, I feel a female body brush against me, sending a lightning bolt of desire racing through my body. As she walks away, her scent envelopes me and I have to stifle a groan. Even though it was mere seconds, she affects me in a way I can’t explain.
I want her. No, I need her.
My eyes land on her as she walks away, and I can’t help but appreciate her curves, especially in that dress. I watch as she disappears into the crowd, her hips swaying back and forth. I try to catch up to her, but it's no use—she’s gone. I’m inexplicably drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
I don't know who she is, but she's mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.