BECOMING HIS

CHAPTER TWO

The plans to get Ethan drunk aren't going well. No matter how much alcohol Nancy prepares for him, Dainn and Vincent, none of them seem to get drunk. They are not even the slightest bit tipsy

"Is this normal?" Layla whispered to Nancy as she sat in the service area, watching the three men converse while waiting to be called on. She just served them their sixth shots of vodka amongst other drinks, and not one of them seems an inch close to being tipsy, let alone drunk. They looked like they had when they walked in, still laughing and talking normally, no drowsiness in sight.

"Well, it depends on what you call normal, Layla," Nancy whispered back, leaning on the table with her elbows before adding, "But for those men over there, nothing ever seems to get them drunk." Nancy seems very experienced with them, but Layla doesn't want to ask too many questions; it's better she knows little about them.

"Well, that's strange, I must say." Layla added, "and Becca lets them drink for free?" Layla was mortified. Becca would lose business like this cause these men would drink everything today.

"Not every time, and since it's been ages since they came here, I think she's just doing them a favor." "They don't look like they need favors," Layla rolled her eyes and Nancy laughed

"Here," Nancy handed her another tray of vodka shots with lemons.

Layla walked over to their table

"What time do you close, Layla?" Ethan asked her as soon as she placed the drinks on the table. "Depends, you want to take me home?" Layla smiled and raised her brows at him.

Whenever she came to attend to them, Ethan always had something to say to her. If he wasn't openly flirting with her, he was asking a question or calling her beautiful. Layla wasn't complaining; she enjoyed it more than she thought she would. He's the type of man a lady would beg a compliment from.

They had been sharing stolen glances and flirtatious looks since he walked into the bar, Becca had no rule against flirting with the customers, so she was free to flirt all she wanted.

"What if I want to?" Ethan asked before tilting his head back to take his shot. The beast of a man didn't even wince.

"I'm going to have to ask my boss." She whispered before she left the table. As if on cue Becca came out of the kitchen door.

"Becca!" Ethan's baritone vibrated in the bar.

"What?" Becca seemed frustrated as she walked over to them.

"Layla said I need your permission to take her home." Ethan walked over to Becca.

Becca looked at Layla with disbelieve and Layla shrugged, walking away into the kitchen with the empty glassware in her hands.

"Layla, you aren't a child, you know that right?" Becca yelled over her shoulder.

"But I'm your baby, Becca." Layla yelled back. Gosh she loves to get a rise out of Becca

Layla walked out of the kitchen to see Vincent and Dainn leaving. They waved at her before leaving and she waved back. She looked at the table from far off and saw a few dollar bills. She did a little dance in her head as she walked over to the table.

Before Layla could reach the table, Becca intercepted her and handed over her bag and jacket. "You're done for today," Becca pushed her to Ethan who was now standing by the table.

"Oh no Becca, you got it all wrong." Layla dodged Ethan and went behind Becca. "What if he's a serial killer. I don't even know who he is."

"Ouch, a serial killer? Me?" Ethan feigned hurt with his hand on his chest. "How would I know?" She countered

"But you've been giving him the love-struck eyes since he walked in." Trust Becca to be observant when she doesn't need to be. " He's a good guy trust me." Layla noted that Becca didn’t seem up for a conversation. She seemed tired and wanted to get it over with.

"I'm just dropping you home Layla," Ethan said, reaching for her hand. "Smooth, but no. I don't bring strangers home."

"Who talked about bringing me home?" Ethan smirked, rubbing the back of his head. Layla could see the outline of his arm muscles underneath his shirt as his hand went behind his head. She wouldn't mind having them under her back this night.

"Besides it's safer, I know you have your pepper spray and electric thingy you keep in your purse but I'm sure Ethan will make sure you get home safe." Becca explained while dragging Layla from behind her and pushing her to Ethan who caught her by her shoulders.

"Take her home Ethan and nothing else." Becca added before passing Layla her tip from the table. "I'm warning you." She pointed at Ethan

Layla glanced at Nancy who gave her a wink.

Layla knew she wasn’t going home tonight. She’s about to get laid.

Her skin is soft and warm. It awakened all his senses; his wolf was alert. God bless the inventor of sleeveless shirts because he was glad to glide his fingers down her shoulders to her arms before letting her go. He saw the goosebumps appear on her skin before she cleared her throat and took a step away from him

"Shall we?" He gestured to the door.

"After you, princess," she gave a mocking bow and smirked before leading the way to the door, her hips swaying with each movement.

"Your driver around?" She asked as soon as they got outside, wearing her jacket to shield herself from the cold.

"I sent him home, the car's around the corner," he took her hands in his. "Come, I'll take you."

Her hands were small in contrast to his. He stared down at the intertwined hands and also noticed how pale her skin was compared to his. She didn't seem like she was from anywhere in America. She looked exotic, like something from a fantasy novel with her red hair in a rough bun tucked at the top of her head, showing the mass of its wild curls and her emerald eyes.

He sure landed an exotic little thing tonight.

They arrived at the car and he opened the door for her to step in before walking to the driver's side. "What's your address?" Ethan turned to look at her.

"Depends, Big guy." She turned her full body to his as if giving him her full attention

"On?" Ethan raised an eyebrow

"If you want to see me naked tonight or not." She leaned in to whisper in his ear and he caught a wiff of her feminine scent. He liked her boldness and he admired her even more. He fancied women who knew what they wanted. She turned him on, and he felt the heat warm his body and his wolf pacing in anticipation.

He wanted more than to see her naked. He wanted to f**k the hell out of her body

"And if I want to?" He leaned into her. Their lips are almost touching. His hands were itching to cup the back of her head and pull her into a kiss.

"Then I'll show you the way," she smiled at him mischievously before leaning back into the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She thought about whether she wanted this or not. It's been six months without s*x, and she was happy about that. Her last s*x wasn't great and she wasn't sure about Ethan, but he was too much of a Greek god to let go of this opportunity. He didn't seem like he was a bad guy and she had to take Becca's word for it.

She had been horny since she started working for Becca but she had been scared to find herself needing s*x given her past, the moment she looked at Ethan he seemed to have fanned the flames of her desires and now she feels like a dog in heat. Maybe after she's done with him, her hormones can go back to normal.

She had read somewhere once that it's not good for a woman to be without s*x for a long period so maybe that explains why she's in need to f**k someone.

The drive to the hotel was just five minutes with Layla leading the way.

They arrived at the hotel and before she had the chance to open the door, Ethan beat her to it. He was such a gentle man, it was almost laughable and cute. Chivalry isn't something she was used to. The men she had always been around were far away from knowing the meaning of chivalry. It was a good thing she had put that life behind her

The chauffeur took Ethan's keys to repark the car as they were ushered into the reception

"You brought me to a hotel." Ethan sounded amused as he walked toward her. He reached out for her headband that held her curls at the top of her head. She helped him by stepping forward, so he could remove the band and let her hair fall.

"Not just any king of hotel Ethan, it's a five star hotel, and you look like the kind of guy that can afford it." Layla winked at him ruffling her curls and using her fingers to comb her hair that fell down to her back

"No s**t," Ethan laughed and took a step back to admire her

"Shall we, princess?" She held her hand out to him and he took it as she lead him to the receptionist.

Ethan laughed, he had been here several times, but he wasn't about to kill Layla's joy. He let her lead the way while he pretended to never have been there.

"Why don't you book us a room, sweetie while I make use of the ladies." Layla patted his chest before walking into the corner of the lobby, which was the wrong way if she actually wanted to use the restroom.

"Mr Sinclair," The receptionist, Joy, greeted him with enthusiasm.

"I'll go with the usual, Joy," he said taking out his card to pay. “I assume it’s not occupied.”

“The floor is only reserved for you and your father, Sir,” Joy said, taking his card to swipe on the machine, before adding. "Glad to have you back here sir." She handed him the access card.

"How many days, sir?"

"Just tonight. But I’d like to pay in advance for other days."