"Three shots of tequila and a bourbon neat please!" The hyperactive blonde squealed at the bartender.
His predatory gaze raked through the girls by the bar before they settled predominantly on the skinny bimbo reaching for their drinks with a flirty grin tugging her lips.
He knew women, more than anything, he could tell a wildcat from just an eye bat, and this skinny blondie with a terrible nose job wiggling at the bar was exactly what he was searching for. Perfect for the night.
He had an entire scheme planned out for the night. A subtle distraction from the shocking revelation he'd chosen to grow careless at some point.
She took her first swig of the tequila, shuddered, and chuckled boisterously. "The first shot is always the hardest."
To think Christine was only getting started tonight. Elena just turned twenty and they were all out to celebrate. Her shift at the restaurant tonight was duly covered, leaving her with nothing to worry about but getting wasted.
"I remember when I turned eighteen and had my first unpleasant experience with alcohol."
No, she wasn't drunk yet, it took more than three shots to. Whatever the exhilarating experience that night was, Christine was ready to explore. A new lover?
She'd had her bucket full of men. Even the creepy man at the corner of the bar with a lustful gaze wandering her bare skinny long legs didn't seem to bore her.
He could ogle, the voice in her head snorted wasn't it why she chose these sleazy outfits for the night?
After a few more drinks and chatters as the hours dragged by the girls were either too tired or too drunk to care.
Christine had a lot planned out for the night, Molly Parker, one of her best friends, finally turned twenty and the timing couldn't be just right. She'd signed a contract with a lingerie shop to model those bikinis and lingerie. For the night, money wasn't an issue.
Her blue eyes couldn't stop from wandering afar to the man a few tables from them. Something in his lustful gaze stirred up the unbridled heat somewhere in her soul. What was that curiosity on sagged jaws?
It wasn't until he cleared his bills and left the bar did her attention drop back on her girls. The drinks, lights, and talks brought her mind back to the reason they were all gathered tonight.
Her phone beeped, Harris arrived to pick her up, but before she could answer, the phone died on her.
"Happy birthday once again, girl," unsure of what plagued her, Christine grabbed her purse, got to her feet, and flashed them a broad smile. "Harris's here."
It was almost midnight when Christine took hurried steps out of the bar. She didn't have much to drink, wherever Harris was parked definitely would take her a few more minutes to locate her phone dead. A portable charger could've solved this problem.
Wandering the cold streets for Harris she didn't expect to run into an all familiar face.
"Need a ride?" He asked from his rolled-down window, his hand casually on the steering wheels.
Even the alcohol in her system couldn't dull her judgment, this clearly was one of those rich folks, she could tell from his Rolex and the shiny Porsche Cayenne that suggested it was just one of his cars.
She recognized him instantly, the man from the bar. He'd turned her head a few times at the bar and she wasn't wrong when she'd imagined money was closer to her at the bar.
He was the kind of man she was supposed to be wary of but with a lot to do lately with money and a reputation to uphold on her socials, this man was a deal breaker she surmised.
Skimming the area to be sure Harris wasn't in sight, she cast her most alluring smile sweeping a swathe of her blonde hair from her face, flirtatiously.
Edging to the car, she leaned in with her smiles broad and her breath short.
"You don't happen to head towards Brookside?" Her teeth chatter from the cold and the eagerness in her soul to hop in the car and bask in the warmth of such luxury, "You'd be saving me from this cold." She winked.
She never had trouble flirting, she watched him bite down on his lower lips fighting the grin tugging the edges of his lips she trotted to the front seat of the car.
Harris could wait, this man couldn't.
The rich smell of his cologne wafted up her nostrils first, the smirks on his face were hard to ignore. He looked so much like her kinda man. Exactly where money resided.
The bottle of champagne in the cupholder widened her gaze momentarily, the opulent interior and the sandalwood filling her nostrils knocked off every thought from her head. This was one lucky catch.
"Here I thought I had a little too much to drink at the bar," She started reaching for the champagne bottle, grateful when he didn't try to stop her.
Her fingers grazed the outrageously expensive bottle, bleeding inwardly she couldn't capture this moment on camera to feed her Instagram followers.
He pulled from the busy streets towards the much private neighborhood but her mind was too consumed with the luxury surrounding her to notice the smirks splayed on his face.
"How about a little party, my Pretty?" His ensnaring gaze settled on the bottle, then on her eager face.
The bottle she was dying to pop. Blame it on the alcohol she had earlier. Christine was hell sure in the morning, she'd regret just how shamelessly she was acting.
He didn't seem to care, even when he stepped out of the car to hold the door open for her like the gentleman he was, the smiles didn't depart from his lips.
She'd scored herself a heck of a man. Holding onto the champagne bottle like it was all she lived for, she joined him by the hood of the car. The best things happen in the most hopeless places. And this beautiful scenery before her eyes was nothing close to hopeless.
This hunky man flashing a forty-watt smile as he towered before her happened to her when she least expected it.
She'd gotten lucky on Molly's birthday, who would've thought? It was worth it all, her glam, dress, and hairdo made her confident around him. She knew men like him, she could tell he'd had a fair share of girls which made her buck up while dealing with men of his stature.
Rich folks got bored quickly but she was out to make sure that didn't happen to her. She picked up on every conversation, giggled where necessary, and remained silent when he spoke.
The alcohol in her was doing a real number but she hadn't had too much at the bar.
He watched her. He understood just how to pick them up and this one right here was an easy one.
It wouldn't take long, all would be over. Too easy. Nay, she was too easy for a man who loved a good challenge. With how hard she was trying only bored him.
She certainly and unmistakably was the perfect distraction he'd sought all week. With all going on lately, a distraction would go a long way to spice things up.
He glanced at the clueless girl whose mind and eyes were on the bottle of champagne.
This was too easy.
He thought as he moved to get champagne flutes stashed in his car for this purpose.