On arrival at the club, we order our drinks and take a seat in one of the booths facing the bar.
We have only been here for two minutes and already we have a bartender setting down two glasses of cocktails, courtesy to the two men dressed in very expensive Amani suits standing at the bar staring at us. I look over at the two men drinking them in before I smile at them invitingly. I keep a flirting eye on the one standing to the right. Both men look at each other and exchange a few words before making their way over towards us.
“You do realise they are coming over Nessa?” Chrissy’s questions me.
“Yes, and that’s the whole point.” I look at Chrissy and give her a big smile.
"What about Luca?" She asks.
"What about Luca? For all, I know he could have a family in Italy. " I s
