WHERE WE MET

CHAPTER 2

Amber’s POV

“Well rabbit, let’s play!”

I sit at his table slowly. From the side of my eye I could see his eyes follow my movement.

It’s funny how easy it is to get a man's attention. I order a drink, I’m not about to take another sip from his bitter scotch.

“Bryan, can I get a cold cocktail, surprise me. And a refill for my new friend over here?”

Bryan, the bartender, returns with a cold glass of whatever he had concocted and refills the bitter scotch my new friend was drinking.

I take a long sip at the cocktail, and I'm amazed yet again.

If there's one thing Club Montreal is known for, it’s for its amazing cocktails. I couldn't even guess what was in the mix. It had the coffee-flavoured taste of an espresso martini, but also a hint of tequila like a margarita, but it doesn't matter it gave me just the kick I needed.

I turned to the business that brought me to this side of the club just to see that my little rabbit was already looking at me.

“Hello stranger, are you finally ready for a conversation?”

He says nothing but keeps his eyes on me as he takes a sip of his bitter scotch. His Adams’s apple dangerously bobbing with each gulp.

I honestly wonder how he is taking that with such a straight face.

Immediately his glass hits the table, he clears his throat.

“Fox was it” he began.

“What could I have done to get the attention of Club Montreal's most prized possession?”

He spoke with a voice that sounded like it could cause even the president to pay attention. His voice was smooth, deep but laced with power, authority, confidence. So many other things I couldn’t believe one man's voice could contain. I had never heard anything like it.

I buried my face in my cocktail glass to regain the confidence I had when I walked here. God knows where it ran off to.

“Well, the fox has the right to choose a rabbit to play with every night and let's just say you check all the boxes.”

I replied with my most sultry voice, mentally congratulating myself for choosing toorder liquid courage.

He smirked at me. Who knew smirks could be so hot. This man was just radiating Greek god in all respects.

“Boxes?”

He sounded amused, but there was no trace of a smile.

“And what might the contents of these boxes be?”

He had such a straight face, but I could hear the mischief in his voice.

I see someone is enjoying the game.

"Let's just say when you spend enough time with arrogant men you can tell an ass load of things about them just by the way they talk.

You’re obviously not from here. You have an accent I can't quite place. You're hiding it well, but I can hear through your façade. You have tons of money that suit doesn't look like something you thrift. You look like you know how to have fun and you're handsome as hell."

He seemed to find my last statement funny because he gave me a smirk.

Either that or everything I said was correct.

Stranger 0 - Alice 1

I still don't know this man's name.

“Seems like I know a ton about you except for your name. Mind sharing stranger?”

He takes another sip of his scotch. This time I’m sure he can see my eyes following his lips.

He drops the cup and says

“Dimitrios, DIMITRIOS VASILIS.”

He said his name with such a straight face you'd think he was trained on how to say his name.

He just stared at me afterwards as if he was expecting me to recognize his name. Just who exactly does this man think he is.

I notice that his glass was empty. I was about to wave for any available bartender to bring a refill, but as if he had read my mind.

“I prefer to talk to pretty ladies when I'm not under the influence”

Under the influence, who does this guy think he is Chris Brown?

I chuckle internally at my joke,

“I prefer to be under the influence at times like this”

I part reply, part blurt out.

What did Bryan put in this cocktail?

He doesn't react to my statement, he just keeps staring at me. Someone is determined not to loose eye contact.

I don't know whether it's the intensity of his glare or the song playing over the speakers, but I had finished my cocktail and I needed more, since he didn't want me to wave a waiter over here I decided to walk over to the bar plus I needed air sitting opposite to him made the air so thick with tension I wasn't breathing properly.

I stood up to walk to get another cocktail. I adjusted my dress ready to leave the table we were sitting at when he asked me

“Leaving so soon fox?”

Someone is already getting accustomed to my presence.

“You can’t get rid of me so easily, rabbit”. As I was walking away I could swear I heard him chuckle.

Men like that don't smile, I reminded myself, trying to push back the memories.

I told the bartender to refill my drink quickly. She looks at the table I just walked from.

“Nice one Alice, that's one big fish you have there”

Everyone seems to know this man except me. Well, I don't bother getting to know my clients. We'll never see each other again, so there's no point.

I could only smile thinking of how much fun this night was going to be. She asked me what I was going to have. I don't even know what Bryan gave me. I told her to give me anything she thought I'd like.

She filled my cup with yet another concoction, this time with a cute umbrella.

I began to make my way back to the table, but his seat was empty.

For someone who asked if I was running, he was quite eager to leave. Couldn't even say goodbye.

I made myself comfortable on the chair stalking the club for my next rabbit all the while inhaling the scent he seemed to leave behind.

As if out of thin air, a waitress comes behind me and tells me I have an appointment with someone called Dimitrios in one of the most expensive suites at the club.

You really can't stay away from me, can you rabbit?