Page 15 of His Sunshine Baby

So what, we have to drink a “manly” drink to actually have some character? What would he have said if I had been drinking a Mojito? Is it a sexy drink? I ignore him, showing my annoyance, but the guy doesn’t get the message.

“Which pack are you from? You have to be someone to come up here. I’m an attorney, Joey, by the way.”

“Great. Now instead of just ‘I’m not interested,’ I can say, ‘I’m not interested, Joey,’” I answer.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m fine with just talking! What happened to gentlemen, huh? I know, you must think I’m one of those douchebags who just come to fish out pretty girls. But I–”

“Actually, I think you’re one of those men who doesn’t get what ‘not interested’ means. I don’t need someone to keep me company, nor a gentleman wannabe. You can move on,” I answer with a growl this time.

“Hey, you don’t need to be rude! I was just trying to be friendly, yet you won’t even give me your name! You think you’resome princess, answering me like that? I come with honest thoughts and you…”

I’m growling again, seriously annoyed now, but before he can finish his sentence, someone suddenly grabs his neck and slams his face against the balcony guardrail. Joey, totally confused, struggles to break free, but the man holding him doesn’t flinch.

“How about you fuck off and be friendly outside my club before I get mad?” he says in an ice-cold voice.

“What?”

Pearls of sweat run down his temples. Everyone around us stops their conversations to look at the scene. I’m holding my breath. Nathaniel pushes the guy to the stairs with a growl, where the huge guard grabs the poor Joey to take him outside. It’s over within half a minute and, like a silent order was given, everyone resumes their conversations.

Nathaniel runs his fingers through his hair, regaining his composure like nothing happened. I notice a black wolf by his side, but he just turns around and leaves us.

“So, you really came back,” he says.

He’s still standing, tall and handsome right in front of me. I gasp for some air. He’s even more tonight. He’s wearing a gray silk shirt and black pants. His hair is half-wet like he just got out of the shower. A drop slides from his ear to his chest.

“I needed a drink,” I answer.

What a poor response, Elena. I could’ve done better, but his sudden appearance surprised me a bit too much. I take a new sip of whiskey to give me some more confidence, the sweet taste adding some red to my cheeks and warmth to my body. Nathaniel has a glass too, some translucent liquid.

He finally takes a seat next to me, dangerously close, but I don’t back away this time. I’m feeling bold, strong, and defiant.My skin is getting hotter, as he is a few inches away. His face is so close, I can see every detail of his traits.

“Good place to get a drink. I was hoping I’d see you again.”

His honesty surprises me, but I don’t think twice before giving my response.

“Me too.”

He smiles and a chill runs down my spine. Moon Goddess, his sexiness puts me on the fucking edge. My stomach feels as if it is about to burst. Suddenly, his fingers reach for my drink, and he takes it away without a word. I’m about to protest, but before I can, his lips are on mine.

It’s a delicious surprise and I answer his kiss without thinking. Just like yesterday, his movements are so precise and measured that I lose myself in his expert moves. I kiss him back, and Moon Goddess, it feels so wrong but so good. I’m aware people might be watching us; we are in a crowded nightclub after all, but I don’t give a damn.

I just want his lips on mine, the touch of his tongue, and the fire of his hands caressing my skin. His fingers run over my thighs, my neck, and through my hair. It feels like fire and desire are taking over me. I forget and give up on everything else. I want more, I want to feel this good forever.

It’s innocent and sexy. Something half forbidden. I gasp for air and his lips reach out for my neck. Without realizing it, I put a hand on his arm, flirting with his skin too. When we slowly stop, I’m feeling amazing. Shame and hesitation have faded as he smiles at me.

“I take it that you haven’t changed your mind,” he whispers.

“I haven’t.”

I reach for my glass and finish my whiskey in one go under his amused eyes. It would take a lot more to get me drunk, but the sweet taste helps in making me feel lighter. He finishes histoo, and we get up at the same time. He doesn’t take my hand or touch me, just leading the way as we head down the stairs.

One night, he said. One night that I really need. One night when I can be someone else, someone’s one-time lover.

Like yesterday, we leave the nightclub in a flash, no one holding us back. He takes my hand when we get outside and leads me to his car. We sit inside, and just before he turns the engine on, he sighs and turns to me with a frown.

“No running away?”

I can’t help but laugh. This question is so sudden and random!

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