The Art of Temptation

(ZAYNE'S POV)

The bass hits me before I even step through the doors. The dark velvet walls, the low purple lights bouncing off the chrome rails, and the smell of expensive perfume mixed with whiskey. 

Yeah, this is my playground.

I make a beeline for the V.I.P section, scanning the crowd like I always do. I spot Cam waving at me from our usual spot, a smirk plastered across his handsome face. I make my way over, nodding at a few familiar faces, tossing a wink or two. Girls glance up, flashing smiles and batting their eyelids at me, some too obvious, but I just grin and keep moving.

"Finally decided to grace me with your presence," he shouts over the music, raising his glass.

"Yeah, yeah," I reply, sliding into the plush leather seat next to him. "Bartender, you know the drill."

The bottle of champagne arrives almost immediately.

We start knocking back a few drinks, the alcohol warming my chest and loosening the tension from the day. A few girls wander over to us, giggling. They ask us to dance and before I know it, we're on the dance floor. 

The brunette dancing with me leans closer, places my hands around her waist and wraps her arms around my shoulders, swaying her hips from side to side. 

The energy is intoxicating as the music thumps through the loud speakers. My hands wander over her body, one kiss turns into two, and before I know it, she's grinding her ass against my crotch.

I play along, indulging myself in a little harmless fun. After all, the night is young and so am I.

After minutes of intense humping and grinding, she slips something into my pocket. I check to see it's a piece of paper with her digits scribbled on it.

She leans in and brushes her lip against her ear and says, "Call me."

Then plants a kiss on my cheek and gives me a wink before sashaying off, leaving me smirking to myself as I fold the paper back into my pocket.

Cam and I finally slump back down on our seats, exhausted after dancing for a full hour. He leans closer, nudging me with his elbow. "So tell me, what's up with the guardian angel?"

I roll my eyes, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. "Oh, she's already on my nerves. Not even five minutes after she arrived, she started setting rules for me to follow in my own house. Apparently I can't stay out past eight now. Can you believe that?"

Cam laughs so hard he nearly spills his drink. "I've never seen a woman get under your skin like this. I have to meet her."

I ignore him, leaning back in my seat, scanning the crowd without really seeing it... then my eyes catch movement. A woman at the edge of the bar is staring right at me. Long black hair, a skin-tight mini dress that hugs every curve like it was molded for her.

I keep sipping my drink, not paying her any mind at first, but then I notice she keeps staring at me.

I lean closer, nodding subtly in the direction of the woman at the bar. "There's a chick that's been staring at me for the past few minutes."

Cam follows my line of sight and whistles low. "Hot," he says. "And, uh... I think she likes you."

I smirk. "Cam, I'm Zayne fucking Beaumont. All the ladies love me."

Cam tilts his head, skeptical but amused. "Are you sure about that?" he teases. "Your guardian angel not only shut down you advances, she beat the shit out of you in front of the entire world."

"Fuck off, Cam," I reply, the memory immediately souring my mood.

Cam laughs, standing. "Yeah, I will. Gotta hit the bathroom anyway. Be right back."

I watch him go, sipping my drink, then finally turn my attention back to the woman at the bar. And of course, that's the exact moment the woman she decides to come closer. She walks with that kind of controlled, feline confidence that makes heads turn.

She slides onto the seat next to me, crossing one leg over the other. I glance down to fully take her in and I'm not kidding when I say her tits are literally in my face.

"Hey, handsome," she purrs, her voice low and smooth.

Extending my hand, I lean closer to introduce my self. "Hey, I'm-"

"Zayne Beaumont," she cuts me off, finishing my sentence for me. "Yeah, I know who you are."

I grin. "And you are...?"

"Natasha," she says, tilting her head, twirling a lock of her with her fingers.

"Natasha..." I repeat, letting the name roll off tongue. "Sounds sexy. It fits you"

She laughs, throwing her head back a bit. "I get that a lot."

"You want anything to drink?" I ask.

She nods. "Yeah."

"Drinks?" I ask, signaling the bartender. Soon enough, glasses of champagne appear, sparkling in the dim lights. 

"So..." I start, taking a sip from my wine glass. "I noticed you staring at me for quite some time. Why?"

I watch the way her lips curve, her eyes glinting in the dim purple lights. "Well, I'm just a little... curious."

My brows knit together. "About what?"

She smirks, "About you."

I chuckle, tilting my head. "What about me makes you curious?"

"I hear you're a heartbreaker, Mr. Beaumont," she leans closer. "Other girls say you're trouble. But all I see is a man who knows what he wants... and goes after it. I like that."

I raise a brow, leaning closer until our knees brush together. "And what exactly do you want tonight, Natasha?"

Her lips curl into a mischievous smile. "I want to see if the rumors are true."

I smirk. "What rumors?

She tilts her head, letting her hair fall over one shoulder then she bites her bottom lip. "I want to see if you're as good in bed as everyone says."

Natasha leans even closer, playing with the buttons on my shirt. Then slowly, her hand glides lower.

And lower.

Until she grabs my crotch.

Well... guess we're skipping the small talk.

Her lips brush against my ears. "You know, this club is fun and all... but I think we'd have even more fun somewhere a little more... private."

I swallow, heat crawling up my neck as she rubs against my growing erection through my pants.

I raise a brow, matching her intensity. "Private, you say?"

She slides closer, letting her body brush against mine just enough to make me aware of every curve. "Yeah. Somewhere we can... continue this. You and me. No crowds. No cameras. Just us."

My pulse kicks up. "And where might this somewhere be?"

She smirks, coming so close I can feel the heat from her lips. "My apartment's not far from here. Let's take this party from the dancefloor to the bedroom. What do you say?"

"Well, Natasha..." I grin, sliding off my seat. "What are we waiting for?"