09-08-2024, 04:08 PM
Carter glanced at her as she swiveled to face him, his attention drawn by the smoothness of her movement—and, admittedly, by how striking she was. He could feel her eyes assessing him, noting his tailored suit, his posture, the quiet arrogance in the way he carried himself. The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile. He was used to this kind of attention, but it never got old.
"Is that so?” he replied with a slight smirk, glancing down at the scotch she had so brazenly pushed aside. "A proper man’s drink, huh? And here I thought I was doing just fine.”
He gave a short laugh as she ordered the Beluga for him. Confidence radiated off her in waves, and Carter appreciated the boldness.
When the vodka arrived, he lifted the glass and swirled it, the ice clinking softly. He took a sip, feeling the crisp bite of the vodka mix with the lime, and nodded in approval. “Lucky me, indeed.”
She introduced herself, letting the name hang between them, heavy with flirtation. Carter allowed the moment to stretch just long enough, giving her a small, appreciative nod before leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Carter," he said, deliberately leaving his last name out of the introduction. She didn’t need to know that yet.
His eyes flickered briefly across the room, searching for a glimpse of Colette, but he returned his focus to Cyrena almost immediately. The last thing he wanted was to appear distracted, even though the tightness in his chest reminded him that Colette was still the reason he was here.
"So, Cyrena,” he continued, settling back into his seat with effortless ease, "What exactly made you take pity on me?”
"Is that so?” he replied with a slight smirk, glancing down at the scotch she had so brazenly pushed aside. "A proper man’s drink, huh? And here I thought I was doing just fine.”
He gave a short laugh as she ordered the Beluga for him. Confidence radiated off her in waves, and Carter appreciated the boldness.
When the vodka arrived, he lifted the glass and swirled it, the ice clinking softly. He took a sip, feeling the crisp bite of the vodka mix with the lime, and nodded in approval. “Lucky me, indeed.”
She introduced herself, letting the name hang between them, heavy with flirtation. Carter allowed the moment to stretch just long enough, giving her a small, appreciative nod before leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "Carter," he said, deliberately leaving his last name out of the introduction. She didn’t need to know that yet.
His eyes flickered briefly across the room, searching for a glimpse of Colette, but he returned his focus to Cyrena almost immediately. The last thing he wanted was to appear distracted, even though the tightness in his chest reminded him that Colette was still the reason he was here.
"So, Cyrena,” he continued, settling back into his seat with effortless ease, "What exactly made you take pity on me?”