Luca watched as the woman stepped down from the stage, heels clicking on the polished floor. She moved past the front row with the grace of someone who didn’t need to look back. No hesitation. No rush. Like she owned the ground she walked on.
He stood. No words. Just moved.
"She's working," Fred said behind him, eyeing the woman as she walked towards the bar. "You really gonna...?"
But Luca was already gone.
He cut through the crowd like smoke. Smooth, silent. No pushing. No stopping.
He reached her just as she settled on the bar stool, signaling the bartender for a tequila with one hand while adjusting the strap of her low-cut black top with the other. Her back was turned to him.
Luca leaned closer. His cologne wafted with expensive arrogance.
"I'll have whatever she's having. Bill
