Page 11 of Nathan
Flirting
Nathan
Serena Star had invited me to her room, and I’d said no. Men around the world would have lynched me for being a disappointment if they’d known.
Not that Serena had asked me up to have sex with her, but still. Seducing her would have been a lot easier in the privacy of her room than in a public bar, but my mission tonight was a picture for Storm, to hurt him the same way that he’d hurt my sister.
The hotel bar was at street level and had an elegant décor. It was busy, but I got lucky and secured a booth. Looking around, I tried to spot Kit, who was both a close family friend and a private detective. She’d been the one who came up with this plan, but now I didn’t see her.
Nathan: Are you here?
Kit: Looking at you.
My eyes searched again, but I still didn’t see her until a young lad raised his hand from the bar.
Kit, who was in her early forties, had dressed up as a young man with full beard and glasses. I hid my smile and waved back.
When the waiter came by, I ordered a selection of drinks and sat back, waiting for Serena.
The drinks arrived before she did, but the vision of Serena walking to my table had every nerve ending in my body standing to salute her. She was a vision of female grace with swaying hips, high heels, and long gorgeous locks of brown hair cascading down her shoulders. A tight marine blue dress showed off her toned body and incredible curves. It probably cost a fortune, but was worth every penny for looking so damn perfect on her.
“Good to see you again,” Serena said as I slid out from the booth to greet her.
“Same to you. You look healthy.”
“Thank you.” Serena opened her arms and engulfed me in her delicious scent of flowers.
I kissed her cheek and hugged her back. “How about we sit on the same side? It’s loud in here, and that way we won’t have to shout across the table.”
“Okay.”
I stepped aside to let Serena get in first, and then I slid in next to her.
“So many drinks.” She marveled at the seven colorful drinks on the table.
“I didn’t know if you were into sweet or sour drinks, or if you preferred beer.”
“This one looks delicious.” Serena reached for a yellow and red drink in a large glass with pineapple on top. “What’s the rule? Do we taste them all and rate our favorites?”
I grinned. “I’m game, as long as you don’t tell anyone that I tried girly drinks.”
Serena reached out her pinky finger. “Pinky promise.”
Laughing together, we hooked our pinkies.
“This is a serious oath. You can’t break it now.”
“Neither can you.” She looked at me with her gorgeous green eyes, and it struck me how clear and warm they were, as if the soul behind them was vibrant and childlike with a sense of innocence to her.
“Your eyes are very…”
“Pretty?” Her smile widened.
“Yes, but I was going to say vibrant. You know how some people say that eyes are the mirror of the soul?”
“Mhmm.”
“If that’s true, then I think your soul is a cheeky one who doesn’t like rules.”
