Chapter Five

Elle’s POV

Elle didn’t know what to do, she couldn’t get the guy with the glowing blue eyes out of her system. Last night she had back to back steamy as fuck fantasies about a guy who only seemed to barley notice her. This was either something serious or she seriously needed to get laid. She had rubbed herself almost raw and came more then she ever had trying to find some relief but it never seemed to be enough to quench the thirst she was having.

But, she didn’t have time to dwell on that. She woke up to a pretty pink piece of paper taped to her front door. They were getting evicted effectively at the end of the month if Elle didn’t come up with money and quickly. It seemed her landlord was tired of giving her that grace period she requested.

Fuck.

What the fuck am I going to do now?

Suddenly, the hairs on her arms rose up and she could feel her spirits close to her whispering, gathering and getting ready to hand out directions that she should not ignore.

“What you have always done, hustle bitch. Go find Max, he can help you.”

Taking a deep and steadying breath, Elle knew she was gonna be alright. She had a way of talking herself in and out or situations as long as she did what the voices told her to do. Everything always seemed to work out in the end no matter how shitty it seemed.

Elle Stepped into Midnight’s hoping to get an early start on her night. It smelled like beer and bad decisions but that never stopped her. She was on a mission making extra cash however she could and the owner Max could never say “no” to her after all. He had a weak spot for her cleavage and she made sure to wear one of her favorite low up tops and her best push up bra. He was cute when he looked because he would take one look and his eyes would blaze a deep blue and than he would make a stupid joke and move away from her. He was always gentle, never overpowering in his stance with her, but with others in the club Max could be domineering and sometimes cold. Surveying the room Elle looks for Max but spots the bartender instead.

“Hey, Elle” the voice came from behind the bar and Elle knew that voice from anywhere.

It sounded smokey, yet playful at the same time. It was Max. Just the guy she was looking for. Show time girl.

You need money, tell him you can bartend, lie, do whatever you can to get into midnights. Max in all black as usual has his sleeves rolled up today, he is covered in a little dirt and dust and he's standing there slightly smiling at me. In a very, I know something you don’t look on his face.

“Hey, Max I.. I.. was just looking for you.”

I say, while trying to swallow a thump in my throat. Why am I nervous to talk to him now?

What the fuck.

Max interrupted her before Elle could go any further in her speech that she was an outstanding bartender and could generate even more business for him than she had already been doing.

“You need a job don’t you? Real cash flowing in your hands.” He said it as a statement rather than a question with his tone. Max was willing to help his alpha's mate any way she needed too be helped, it was part of the code, she hopefully would be his next luna and queen whether she knew it or not.

Elle already felt the embarrassment creep up, she had never been one to beg for a job. Hard times though... “Is it that obvious? Do I seem desperate? If, so it’s honestly because I am, I’ll dance, I’ll bartend, I’ll do whatever needs to be done. Please I just need the extra cash and quick.”

Max just smiled at her and leaned on the counter, pointing a finger at her begging her to come closer. Slowly Elle moved from her spot and leaned down next to max on the counter, ready to do whatever it took to not be homeless. Max’s gaze seemed to be hypnotic; Elle could not look away. She had no idea what had come over her. But, she did notice Max’s eyes were glowing a bright blue hue. I leaned in close like he asked, still unsure of what this pull was that was happening to me.

“Pretend to laugh at something funny I’ve just said” he whispered almost seductively in my ear. I laugh anyway this is so in the realm of weird interactions for today, I have no idea what is happening right now. Max makes a move to grab my hand and hold it where it rests on the counter. To an onlooker you would expect there would be sparks flying between us. But, there was nothing. Nada. So, there we are just standing there staring at each other, well Max has this goofy ass look and I’m thoroughly confused as to what is happening right now.

Suddenly, I hear my spirits “He’s here be careful.”

Just like that if Max was weaving some kind of magical eye glowing spell on me it faded. Max backs up a little behind the bar and lets go of my hand. “What seems to be going on here?”

“Hey Buddy so glad you came out of that shit hole in the woods to pay me another visit. I’m honored.” Max says with a grin.

Every hair on my body seems to stand up. I feel as if I might explode, I’m also suddenly feeling wet in places I’d rather not mention. It’s Mr. greek god of glowing eyes himself. This tattooed god is standing right behind me. I was secretly hoping I’d see him again and now that I am I can’t control my body’s reaction to him. But, there was definitely something going on here. More than what met the eye, the only way I could describe the energies that were hitting me are silently explosive.

If, I didn’t know better as I was looking at the two men between me it looked like they were having a silent conversation only they could hear. Finally after what felt like forever, their staring contest ended. Max looks at me and says, “ I’ll see you tonight at eight, our usual time for when you get here to set up. Don’t bring your table, tonight you read cards in the club at no cover charge, if you get people to order and sit at the bar I’ll give you a bonus plus hourly pay.”

“What the fuck”.. Was all I could think. This was more than I was expecting him to offer me. The only thing I could get out and mutter was a shaky “Thank you Max.” Max gave me a curt nod and with that turned around and left his own damn bar to leave me alone with this new mystery stranger that was heating up my body just standing behind me. He looked fucking annoyed but also like he could lick every inch of me with his eyes going up and down my body and I stood there feeling equal parts intimated by his stance and turned on.

“Cool it Elle”

I chide myself. Don’t be so desperate for affection. He's not even into that for sure. He clears his throat trying to speak, with his arms folded backing up, putting distance between us on purpose and turning around to leave.

“You’re in my way.”

He grunts. As he tries to slide past me I lose all self control of my body movements. My hand is on his arm and electric sparks fill it and he stops, with his back still towards me he only snaps out “Stop it, we can not.”

Obviously, this means keep going in my mind. “What's your name?” I chirp. “I.. I’.. just have to know who you are.”

This next part I’m not proud of. I choose this moment to suddenly have  nervous diarrhea of the mouth like I’ve never flirted or talked to a man in my entire life and can’t shut up.

“I love your eyes, they are so hot, you’re.. You’re so beautiful, I’m Elle by the way. I saw you last night with your friends, I’m a tarot reader you know, if you like I could pull some cards for you.”

Great. I could have just said

“I’m Elle by the way, nope, nope I just called him beautiful. Do guys even like that?” ugh.

Trying to wink at him flirtatiously I fail and just stand there holding onto his arm blinking rapidly and holding my breath for his reply. A red heat wave makes its way from my breast’s up my neck full of embarrassment taking over my body.

I turn away, taking his silence as my answer. But instead he pulls me closer, and leans in towards my ear and I swear to fuck smells me. Which is also kind of hot. He whispers, “Let’s do it”.  As those words hit my ears I feel like I’m going to melt into the floor thinking of all the things “Let’s do it” could possibly mean.

Slowly we both look up at each other 's eyes, his eyes glowing a deep blue. I open my mouth to say something in return and of course what I say is stupid as hell. “Your place or mine?”

He looks at me puzzled for a moment. “For the tarot reading?” Here. Here is just fine. As he becomes the perfect gentleman and pulls out a chair for me to sit, I take a deep breath. This is going to be interesting. “Yes of course the tarot reading, have a seat and get comfortable, Mr?” “Rain you can call me Rain by the way.”