His Runaway Witch

Episode Two: Wren

"That man over there keeps staring at you." My friend, Charlene, whispered in my ear as she passed behind me to serve a couple at the bar. I turned to check out the VIP section, or at least the little I could see from the bar and, sure enough, Mr Mysterious was leaning on the railing and watching me. I wanted to find it weird, but I was excited by this form of attention, as it motivated me to put on a show.

I blew him a little kiss and went back to work. I still had an hour or two until I clocked out, and I wanted to make the most of the tips. Moving out of home meant that I forfeited all my allowance. That was one of the punishments my mother gave me for standing up to her and her medieval ways.

“Wren.” I heard someone call me and I turned to the man. He was dressed in an all-black suit with his hairstyle in a quiff. “You’ve been called to the VIP section. My boss wants to see you.” He said and I frowned, looking over at the VIP section. Mr. Mysterious stood there, in all his charm, waving over at me. I sighed and looked around the bar. All the other girls were attending to customers, and there wasn’t anything left for me to do.

I quickly followed after the man and headed over to the VIP section. Just something about Mr. Mysterious made me want to know him more. Or maybe I’ve been single for too long and needed to get laid.

“You called for me.” I said as soon as I was within hearing distance. He pointed at his ear and tapped the railing for me to get closer. My feet moved before my brain could think. “I said you called for me. What do you want?”

“I want you. I know this seems too sudden but I’ll love to spend the weekend with you. Name a destination and I’ll take you there.” He offered and I took a step back. I wasn’t the type to jump into a weekend romance with a man I just met, a man I didn’t know anything about.

“It’s the Christmas weekend and I might be flying back home. I haven’t sorted the details yet.” I answered and he pouted. “Besides I don’t even know you. I don’t think it will be wise to travel with someone I barely know to a random location.”

He walked towards the table and picked up a glass filled to the brim. He held it up to his lips and took a big gulp. “You want a drink?” he asked, and I shook my head. This was ridiculous. “Invite me for Christmas. I’m good with the family.” he suggested, and I shook my head.

“Why should I? You’re a stranger.” I pointed out and he handed his glass over to me. I took it, leaning on the railing and taking a big gulp. “I don’t know anything about you.”

“Ask me anything or better still, invite me over for Christmas. We can use the break to get to know each other.” He pushed again and I sighed and scrunched my face at the bitter taste of alcohol. “Not a fan?”

“Anything alcoholic is nasty to me. I like the effect, I don’t like the taste.” I admitted and he nodded. “So, let’s say I want to invite you over. What would I tell my parents? I’m inviting…”

“Everyone close to me calls me Monty. I want you to call me Ezra.” He said with a smirk playing on his lips. Ezra. I could finally put a name to his face. “What would it take for me to take you out or spend a little time with you.” He said, inching closer to me. He slowly adjusted until he stood before me and blocked me from moving. I looked back at the crowd dancing below us and then at him.

“What’s your full name?” I asked and he smiled. He leaned down to my ear and placed a little kiss on my cheek. I closed my eyes revelling in the feeling of his lips on my skin. I knew I would melt into a puddle if he didn’t let me go any second from now. I squeezed my thighs together immediately I felt a pressure in my lower belly.

“I’ll only say that in front of a priest.” He whispered in my ear. “What would it take for you to spend time with me?”

I leaned closer to him, grazing my lips on his. “Buy the bar.” I suggested jokingly. I knew there wasn’t a way he would be able to afford the bar. He looked wealthy but not wealthy enough to buy a whole bar.

“Is that it?” He asked and I nodded. “Done!” He said as he walked closer, pushing me up against the railing. He stuck a foot in between mine, slightly pushing my legs apart. “I know this feeling is mutual. You want me as much as I want you.”

“You’re crazy.” I said, trying to push him off me but he stayed rooted in his spot. One of his hands snuck to my waist, holding me firmly. “I don’t f**k strangers.”

“I don’t want to be a stranger.” He said as he placed a kiss on my cheek. I could feel my panties getting damp from the little pressure he put on my waist. “Give me a chance, Wren.”

“Thirty minutes.” I mumbled. “I’m giving you thirty minutes and we both walk away like nothing happened.”

“That’s almost impossible. I’ll want more than thirty minutes.” He pouted against my cheek. “Besides, I don’t think thirty minutes is enough to satisfy me.” He said as he pulled away from me. “Invite me for the holidays.”

“I’ll give you a performance review after and that will determine what happens next.” I said as I pushed myself away from the railing. I adjusted my shorts, making sure to put on a little show for him.

“Your time is counting.”