“So, you erm… have never wanted… anything more serious?” I asked carefully. At this, his eyes gleamed, glowing silver for a few seconds before leaning closer to me.
“No, not until now,” he whispered, and the implications of those words hit me like a freight train, stealing the air from my lungs as their meaning became unmistakably clear. My heart hammered in response.
“But as for prior… endeavors, should we say, I suspect neither of us wishes to hear about the other’s experience in that particular department,” I scrunched my face slightly.
“Okay, so you might have a point there,” I admitted reluctantly, and a quiet laugh rumbled through his chest. The vibration of it was strangely comforting.
“Still,” I added after a moment, glancing out across the club again before lowering my voice conspiratorially,
“This isn’t really a date, though, is it?”
“Oh, is it not?” He asked in a teasing tone as he leaned back slightly on the throne. The relaxed motion shifted me morecomfortably against him, whether I liked it or not. But yeah, if I were forced to be honest, I liked it… very much, in fact. Okay, so more than liked, but damn, how could I not?! Wye was the most attractive man I had ever seen. And I wasn’t even going to get started on the insane amount of muscles I could feel now that I was this close to him. Also, it wasn’t exactly helping that the kiss we shared was playing out on a perpetual loop, taunting me with wanting more.
“Well, for one thing, most people don’t usually have their first date in the middle of a demon nightclub, and I am not even going to mention the whole sitting on your lap thing,” I said, focusing back on the conversation we were having and gesturing toward the crowded club floor below. His gaze drifted slowly over the room as if considering the point.
“Do mortals not often spend time together in clubs?”
“Not usually for a first date,” I replied before adding,
“But they can often first meet in one, but I’m not sure that constitutes a first date. Plus, if I’m being completely honest here,I am not really the clubbing type.”I whispered this last part behind my hand, making him chuckle.
“That’s a shame, considering you’ll likely be spending quite a lot of time in one.” His reply made my eyes widen before I schooled my features enough to say,
“We will have to see about that.”
His grin was near blinding, the kind of handsomeness that completely transformed his face. He inclined his head slightly before rumbling,
“That we will.”
“Okay, but just so you know, next time, dinner or a movie, might be the more traditional option before thrusting me headfirst into the demonic club scene.” Again, my reply amused him, but this time he looked like he was suppressing the urge to laugh.
“We had coffee, surely that counts?” he pointed out, and I turned my head just enough to give him a pointed look.
“Okay, so I know you’re lacking on the dating front, but FYI, it’s not usually a good thing if a woman bails on you halfway through one.” A thoughtful hum left him before he conceded,
“Good point, then let us consider this our first. After all, I would hate to tarnish my reputation,” he teased before I could comment.
“Your reputation in dating?” I scoffed a laugh and went on to say,
“Considering I am currently number one on that list, there is not much of a reputation to speak of now, is there?”
“Touché,” he smirked before his attention shifted past me, one hand lifting slightly. A moment later, the horned waitress I had noticed earlier approached the throne with quiet grace. The polished tray in her hand reflected her strange, flaky, ash skin on her cheeks.
Wye's fingers slid slowly along the length of my bare arm. The backs of them tracing lightly against my skin in a touch that was far too distracting for someone currently trying to maintain a serious conversation.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked softly.
I tilted my head, wondering why I was surprised by such a simple question. Perhaps it was because I was surprised that someone like Wye hadn’t simply ordered what he thought I would like without asking me first. Or perhaps I was reading entirely too much into it and just fixating on anything thoughtful he did because I liked him… as in, really, really liked him. A fact that made things considerably more complicated, seeing as he was still my captor and all.
“I suppose asking for a whiskey on the rocks is also not very first date material.”
“That depends entirely…” he said before leaning closer to whisper in my ear,
“…on who you are dating.”I couldn’t help the shiver his voice enticed out of me or the way my toes practically curled.
Then, as a way of replying to my request, he named a bottle, and shockingly, I recognized it. My eyes widened instantly at the name of Macallan 30. One whose name alone was enough to tell me it wasn’t just expensive, it was the kind of drink people bragged about ordering. People who weren’t Wye, as I knew he wasn’t ordering it simply to impress me. But because it was no doubt what he himself would have ordered.
“Please tell me that you did not just order a bottle worth over eight thousand dollars!” I said slowly as the waitress departed toward the bar. His brow lifted faintly as a smirk played at his distracting lips.
