"Is this seat taken?"
I turn my head slightly, my eyes falling on the one and only Dexter Williams. He has what he thinks is a seductive but looks more like he's constipated smirk on his face as his eyes roam my body unashamedly. I paste a seductive smirk on my face and shake my head.
"No, go ahead."
He takes his seat, ordering a whisky from the bartender. Out from the corner of my eye, I notice him subtly motion to his bodyguard, his head tilting slightly towards me. I grin mentallly, knowing that they were about to run a background check on me.
"I'm Dexter. Dexter Williams."
"I know who you are. I'm Rayna. Rayna Richards."
"Well then, Rayna. What is a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?"
I raise an eyebrow at him, "take a guess."
He taps his chin thoughtfully, "We
