Amelia flinched at the sound of the voice but quickly regained her composure.He couldn't possibly know her true identity.
Her gaze swept the room,a bit of relief washing over her as she recognized the bartender as one of the men who towered above the seated figure. His running mouth definitely spoke a word about her. She recognized the two other men as the escorts and the seated one as the bastard, Anthony.
Taking slow calculated steps forward, her grip on the shotgun loosened. She needed to be smart about this and she knew just the perfect way around it.
Even though the room was dimly lit, she was still able to notice every detail about Anthony. He was seated, leg crossed over the other and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He was expensively dressed but she could care less**
" Amelia" she extended a hand, flashing a seductive wink seductively at Anthony, whose expression remained unimpressed.
" Not interested" Anthony replied, exhaling a stream of smoke. He had hoped that the woman whom Jesse spoke about had come for the job placement but like the others, she was just a slut who was probably more interested in his dick and his money.
Amelia smiled, producing a card from her bag," For his drinks" Amelia said, handing the card to the bartender who looked stunned
" It's $6000" The bartender stammered, surprise evidence in his voice
" Keep $500 as a tip" Amelia said, her gaze never leaving Anthony, keenly waiting for a reaction.
And then she saw it, a raise of an eyebrow followed by a small smirk playing on his lips but he quickly suppressed it.
" Give us a minute" Anthony commanded, his deep velvety baritone voice sending a tingling feeling between her legs.
The men hastily exited, leaving Anthony and Amelia with an uncomfortable silence.
" What do you want?" He asked gruffly, his voice stern and firm and eyes raking over her body
Men despised alot of different things, but there all had a weakness, one that Amelia was perfect at using to her advantage
" A night–" she began
" I'm engaged" he interjected, his voice firm
Amelia eyes locked into him " Really?" She said, her tone rhetorical as she sauntered towards him.
Anthony's eyes narrowed, but Amelia could see the faintest glimmer of interest. She smiled, sensing an opportunity.
"Really?" she repeated, her voice husky, as she sat down on his lap, her thighs straddling his. Her gaze locked onto his face, taking in the sharp jawline, chiseled features, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her soul. His dark hair was perfectly messy, a strand falling across his forehead, adding to his devilish charm.
But beneath her seductive smile, Amelia's heart seethed with hatred. This was the man who had shattered her world, leaving her parents dead and her life in ruins. Yet, she kept her emotions expertly masked, her eyes sparkling with allure as she leaned in closer, her breath whispering against his ear.
" Really?" she repeated, her voice husky, as she sat down on his lap, her thighs straddling his.
Anthony's eyes locked onto Amelia's, his pupils dilating as she leaned in. Even strong men like him, with their rugged exteriors and commanding presence, could get weak in the knees with the touch of a woman.
Her fingers brushed against his lips as she took the cigarette from his mouth. She puffed on the cigarette, the smoke curling around them, as she gazed into Anthony's eyes. His pupils dilated, and his grip on her hips tightened.
Amelia leaned in, her lips inches from his. "I don't believe you," she whispered, her breath caressing his skin.
Anthony's eyes burned with desire as he leaned in, wanting to crush his lips to Amelia's. She placed a delicate hand over his mouth, her fingers tracing the curve of his lips.
" You're engaged," she whispered, her voice sultry and teasing.
Anthony's eyes flashed with frustration, but he couldn't deny the truth. He was promised to another woman, and yet, he couldn't help the way this woman ignited formidable feelings within him.
" Who are you?" Anthony demanded, his voice firm, as he searched her face for answers.
Amelia's smile was a whisper of secrets, her eyes glinting with mystery. " Just a woman," she replied, her voice low " Who knows you're not as committed as you claim."
Anthony's eyes narrowed, intrigued by her boldness. He had never met a woman like her.
Just as he was about to respond, one of his escorts burst into the room, his voice urgent. " Sir, we need to leave. Now." he said, his face fixed to the ground
Anthony's gaze lingered on Amelia's face, his expression unreadable. " Give me a minute," he told his escort.
As the escort retreated, Anthony's attention snapped back to Amelia. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck. Amelia's hands on his chest stopped him.
" No sex on our first meeting," she whispered,
Anthony's face twisted in frustration, but he nodded curtly.
The escort's voice was insistent. " Sir please. It's not safe."
Anthony's attention snapped back to Amelia. " It seems I have to go," he said, his voice dripping with reluctance.
Amelia smiled, her eyes glinting. " I'll be back tomorrow. Same time. Same place."
Anthony's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. He nodded once, then followed his escort out of the room.
As soon as Anthony left, Amelia smoothed out her dress, her expression transforming from seductress to predator. She had initially planned to kill him this night, but now she decided to savor the game.
She would fuck him, use him, and when she was done...
Amelia's eyes gleamed with a deadly intensity. She would be the one to walk away, leaving Anthony's lifeless body in her wake.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine.
And it was almost laughable, how cheap he was. A few whispered words, a subtle touch, and he was eating out of the palm of her hand.
Her smile grew wider, her lips curling upward in a cold, calculated smile.
Anthony had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into.