Chapter 5- The hot stranger
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Chapter 5 — The Stranger
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
The stranger simply studied her quietly.
His gaze was intense enough to make Clara suddenly aware of every breath she took.
Finally, he spoke.
“You don’t look comfortable here.”
Clara raised an eyebrow. “Is it that obvious?”
“A little.”
His voice was smooth. Calm. Dangerously calm.
Clara glanced around. “This place feels like it costs money just to breathe.”
To her surprise, the man laughed softly.
It completely changed his face.
Less cold. More human.
“You’re honest,” he said.
“Should I lie instead?”
“Most people do.”
Clara tilted her head slightly. “And what about you?”
His eyes met hers again.
“I prefer silence.”
Something about that answer fascinated her.
Unlike the rich men filling the club, he wasn’t trying to impress her.
He already carried himself like someone impossible to ignore.
Before Clara realized it, they were talking easily.
About work. Life. Ambition.
Yet somehow…
they never exchanged real details about themselves.
No last names. No titles.
Still, Clara found herself relaxing around him more than she should.
At one point she laughed quietly at something he said.
The man stared at her for a second too long afterward.
Like hearing her laugh affected him somehow.
Then suddenly, a nervous-looking employee approached their table.
“Sir—”
The stranger’s expression darkened instantly.
One look from him made the employee stop talking.
The employee quickly lowered his head. “My apologies.”
Then he walked away immediately.
Clara blinked. “What was that?”
The stranger casually took another sip of his drink. “Nothing important.”
Definitely important.
Before Clara could question him further, the music shifted slower.
The stranger stood.
Then held out his hand toward her.
“Dance with me.”
Clara stared at him.
Every instinct told her this man was dangerous.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
And somehow…
that made him harder to resist.
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