However, as Wynne stared at the boy, he seemed to feel her watch and looked back at her. Wynne was stunned because of his a pair of different eyeballs! One eyeball was a brilliant golden yellow, the other a pure sky blue. For a moment Wynne couldn't believe it because it was the first time she had ever seen someone with two different colors of eyeball in real life. When she was ready to take an observation, the door was shut. The boy's eyeballs, but she couldn't get them out of her head.
Was he wearing contact lenses? Or he was of mixed blood? And his eyes, which looked a little weird, sent her a kind of through-the-heart feeling, she wanted to know him. With that thought Wynne went into the washroom. She called Dooley several times but still got no response from him. Wynne couldn't guarantee anything without Dooley, so she had to go back and tell George that she needed some time to take the order. As she made her way to her box, she saw a man in a suit waiting at the door. When he saw Wynne, he bent over her and said, "Hi, miss, i am the manager here, a guest has ordered extra service for you." With a clap of his hands, eight handsome young boys stepped out of the other box and came to them.
Wynne turned to George with questioning look, whose face was confused too. "Wynne, if you don't have enough money to pay the bill, I can't help!" George said, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hand.
"Didn't you buy for me? !" Wynne felt strange and asked George.
George looked even weirder. He then turned to the manager, "what's wrong?" The manager smiled and did not answer. He just looked at the boys who came in one by one. Wynne was frozen when the last guy in a white suit walked in!
Wasn't he the one whom she just saw in the next box with different eyeballs?
At this time, his both pupils returned to black, He wore a black sexy shirt inside the white suit, showing a slender neck and protruding Adam's apple, his wrist with a green ghost watch on. Young face, luxury aristocratic dressing up, like the gorgeous prince, made the surrounding eight good boys become his foil. And he's like the main character here, shining, attracting everyone's attention.
The boy's eyes were always on Wynne's from the moment he walked in the door. Aggressive and his pink lips were smilling. He came up to her like a knight, put his left hand on his right breast, bent over her a little, and said reverently, "My princess, pick me, please." The word of princess, made much goose pimples on her, this guy wasn't really good at flirting. Before Wynne spoke, the manager let other boys out, and the different-eyeballs guy walked right up to her, sat down, folded his long legs, hugged her shoulder towards him, bowed his head and asked seductively, "What's your name?"
Wynne reached out and took the boy's hand off her shoulder, thinking he was approaching her for something more than: "What do you want from me?" "You have something of mine." The boy replied that his eyes had been wandering over her body, as if he had met the prey of his interest.
George, who was sitting on the couch nearby, was surprised to see the guy flirting with her and asked, "Wynne, when did you hook up with Gane? Do you know who his father is?"
Wynne didn't even know Gane, how did she know his dad? She looked at George like he was an idiot.
Gane, who was sitting next to Wynne, seemed to feel George's presence a bit of an eyesore and waved at the manager, who immediately understood and walked over to George and said politely, "Sir, the bill you spent in our club tonight will be charged to Mr. Gane. Could you please play in another box?"
"Well, that's not good... " George nervously glanced Wynne and the guy next to her, but finally surrendered when the two girls came in grinning, pulled him up, and walked out.
The only people left in the box were Wynne and this guy whose name seemed to be Gane who even the club manager had to treat with deference.
Wynne was nervous and feverish staying alone with him, and not knowing how to talk. Gane kept his eyes on her, smiled at her and, without her permission, lay down on her lap. He reached into her lap and took out the bell she had left in her pocket when she left the house.