A graceful and seductive woman approached Damien Sterling. "Hey handsome, could you pass me a drink?" Her voice, as soft as cotton candy, flowed from her alluring red lips.
Damien glanced at the woman briefly and responded coldly, "No." He then turned and walked away from her.
Amused, he thought to himself, How dare she try to flirt with me? She's overestimating herself. Damien, once a regular at glamorous parties where even many actresses desired his attention, found the woman's attempt laughable.
As he walked away, the woman grabbed his wrist. "Please, wait."
Just as she was about to ask for his contact information, something soft and fragrant collided with her, followed by a cold, red liquid soaking her white dress.
"I'm so sorry, pretty lady! I didn't mean it!" Harper Clark apologized frantically.
