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"Now, tell me what happened that night, you sexy hoe!" Marlon or Marlyn, Lexy's gay best friend, demanded details from Lexy.

"Well, where do I begin?" Lexy answered flirtatiously. She playfully flipped her hair as she sat like a queen right across from Marlyn's spot. 

"Dzammmm! Babe!" Marlyn shrieked, getting the hint from Lexy's words that she really got what she had wished for. He shook his friend happily as they both screamed joyfully.

"Now, hurry up and tell me," Marlyn urged Lexy excitedly after their crazy hoot of cheer and laughter. 

Lexy started to look back. 

"Remember when we were dancing, and a guy asked me if he could borrow you for a minute, and you popped into thin air, leaving me behind for a hunk?" Lexy sneered at Marlyn playfully.

"Yeah, yeah," he quickly persuaded Lexy to continue. "You saw him. You can't dare blame me. He was a hmmmm..." Marlyn pouted as he tried to reason out, biting his lips in a sexy way as he recalled how the guy who asked to speak with him that night. 

"You also have to tell me later what happened to you then, okay?" Lexy squinted her eyes at her friend as if threatening not to spill the beans unless he also promised to share what happened to him that night with a handsome stud that took him away from Lexy while they were dancing.

"I will, I promise," Marlyn eagerly nodded. Although he actually had nothing to tell as juicy as what his friend Lexy was bout to tell him. "Come on, tell me already..."

Lexy chuckled at Marlyn's excitement. She cleared her throat and started.

"When you left, I was going to find someone else to dance with, but no one in the crowd caught my eyes, so I was going to head back to our table when a man who looked like the club manager approached me," Lexy slumped on the sofa in her room while talking with Marlyn's rounded and curious eyes staring expectantly at her.

What happened then...

"Excuse me, Miss, someone wishes to speak with you," the man with the name Limar, on a nameplate to his chest with the word Manager, greeted Lexy politely.

She paused for a while.

Lexy stared at the man in front of her and frowned. He looked anxious and worried at the same time. Lexy should have been scared but her devil-may-care attitude won over her that she shrugged her shoulders and nodded to the man. 

"Okay," Lexy simply answered. 

"This way, please," said the man, ushering Lexy to the private booth's corner.

Lexy didn't feel scared. She wasn't drunk yet, they had just started, and the dance made her sweat; she was sober like she never had a mug of beer already.

But before they reached wherever they were going, Lexy took a halt as she noticed they were walking to the very last booth. Still unafraid, she was more annoyed that she had to walk all the way here just to meet whoever this manager was talking about.

"Can you tell me who is looking for me?" She asked with an irritated tone, not taking a step forward. "Come to think of it, why do I have to go to him and not he come to me?" She has no intention of walking another step if he doesn't tell her what she wants to know.

"He is actually the owner of this club. I don't know why but don't worry. He is a decent man. And if you refuse, I might lose my job, so please…?" He pleaded to Lexy, sincerity visible in his face and gestures that she chose to believe him.

Anyway, no one dares to bully her. She is the prosecutor's daughter, after all. Not that everybody knows it, but she is confident her family won't let her be wronged. Hell will break loose if that happens.

"Hmmm, okay, lead the way," Lexy hummed after a while, still squinting her eyes in annoyance but she exhaled deeply as she agreed. Had it not been for this man who might lose his job, Lexy might have taken a turn already and walked back to her table with her friends. She extended her hand forward, telling him to get going.

Walking up the stairs, along the hallway, they arrived at the very last booth. The Manager knocked, and a faint voice answered, "come in," and Limar spread the door open for Lexy to get in. He remained by the door side, and when Lexy was in, he gently closed the door behind him.

Ethan was aware when the girl he wanted to see arrived at the door of his private booth, according to his usual auditory perception. And he had been praised for how excellent his senses, which serve him so well in everyday life including business as a liquor manufacturer, but his olfaction, or his sense of smell, but right now, was driving him a bit insane due to this very captivating scent. He had to close his eyes tightly shut to suppress a strange feeling he was having due to that magnificent scent. He heard the door open and shut, he was also aware there were only a set of feet that walked into the booth before it was gently shut close. But Ethan could feel his senses overdriving him. Then a beguiling voice tickled his heightened senses even more.

"What am I here for?" Lexy asked.

She spoke in annoyance with a sounding strict tone, looking at the back of a man facing the french window, overlooking the dance floor. Lexy could see from where she was standing at the moment her spot on the dance floor a while ago dancing with Marlyn. 

Ethan inhaled deeply. What he heard was a woman's voice that sounded like a soft lullaby but instead of making him feel sleepy, she was waking him and his dormant virility. Despite her words to be sounding scornful, Ethan was in great enchantment. But he composed himself and cleared his thoughts to create a proper conversation with the girl. 

The man slowly turned. He was now facing her, but the room was dimly lit, and she could only see the contour of his body. She thinks he stands more than six feet, a very masculine stand with wide shoulder blades and a narrow waist. His suit complemented his features top to bottom, and his long legs were emphasized.

She loved it.

But being the sassy girl she is, she didn't show any of his effect on her.

"It depends on who's asking," Lexy retorted, seeming unfazed by his presence. 

"Lexy," she intentionally said only her first name. Knowing his name isn't enough. Who knows if it's just a fake one or what?!

As he was savoring her name in his mouth, the scent he smelt earlier was confirmed to be a scent radiating from her. Ethan closed his eyes as he sniffed the air he breathes. He bit his tongue not to say anything that would creep the girl out so he diverted his praise of her. From her scent, he chose to mention her name. 

"Sounds sexy to me," he commented.

"So?" Lexy sassed again.

"She's the one...!"

A thought popped into Ethan's mind. Unaware that he said it out loud. Smirking, he held Lexy's hand firmly and tagged her to a hug in his arms.

"What?!" the girl asked confused. She wasn't sure she heard him clearly, so she looked at Ethan with a glare.

Ethan seemed to wake up as soon as he saw the glare in the girl's eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. He was not sure what was going on with him. He felt himself acting weird, but he wasn't even drunk. He hasn't finished his glass of Rhum yet. But he can feel his senses driving him wild. His lust was making him feel crazy but he knew he had to be rational not to scare the girl away.