The bartender places my drink in front of me. “Another water for you, Miss Henry?”
Henry?Isabelle’s last name is Asher. Holy shit, is she using my name as a disguise? Does that mean she knows I come here, or was that a fluke?
“I’ll have what he’s having.” She tips her chin to the drink in my hand.
My lips pull on one side as I bring the glass to my mouth and take a sip.
“To answer your question, this is my firsttime here,” she says.
I nod slowly, still watching her in the mirror as she picks up the stone on her chain and starts running it back and forth again. I wonder if that’s a nervous habit.
“What about you? Do you come here a lot?”
I drum my fingers against the counter, then turn my head to face her. Her blue eyes flare for a second as they meet mine. They look particularly enchanting tonight, lined with metallic grey shadow and long, dark lashes.
“I’ve been a member for a few years,” I say evenly.
Her hand stalls on her necklace, shoulders dropping ever so slightly, as if she’s disappointed by the answer. Could it be that she doesn’t like the thought of me with someone else?
I’ll admit, the thought of her with someone sets me somewhat on edge. The way I crave to know what she’s like when she’s intimate with someone. The ways she might open up. Is she shy? Quiet? Or does that sense of curiosity she carries grow tenfold?
I shift in my seat, my cock twitching at what I could teach her. Show her. I take another sip of my drink, trying to taper the heat that invades my skin.
“Are you always an observer?”
I look down at the band then back at her, lifting a shoulder. “Sometimes.”
Isabelle rests an elbow on the counter, leaning forward. “What other colours have you worn?”
“Black.”
“What does that one mean?”
I direct my eyes to the cocktail menu sitting on the bartop. It has a list of drinks, but down the side, it also lists each of the wristbands, in case people change their minds once they’re in here.
I notice the moment her eyes find black on the menu.Looking for sex only.Her thighs squeeze together, and I have to bite down on my lip to hinder the groan that’s begging to slip out.
“Your drink, Miss Henry.”
Isabelle takes a gulp the second the drink is placed in front of her. I push my own along the counter, then move into the seat right beside her.
“What made you want to try Nella Notte, Miss Henry?” I ask, leaning close.
“I heard about it through a friend.” My brows pinch together, wondering who that might have been.
“And what exactly did they tell you?”
She shrugs, looking at me from under her lashes. Bashful looks cute as fuck on her, but damn, do I want to see a bit more of her confidence.
“You can tell me,” I murmur. “What was it that pushed you over the edge, to see for yourself?”
“I thought I might learn something new.”
“How much can you learn when you’re only observing?” I ask.
Taking a chance, I run a finger over her wristband, careful not to touch any skin. She gasps, her chest hitching, making my eyes dart down to the tempting glimpse of her cleavage, perfectly pushed up in her dress. Fuck, she’s stunning.
“Excuse me,” she says over my shoulder. “Could I please change my band?”
