Seducing The Billionaire Boss

She's an angel

What she was wearing was simple, yet something about her made her stand out. There were a lot of classy dressed women on the dance floor. She was just on a crop top, cargo pants and boots, yet she was the one that drew his attention. He watched her closely. She was dancing with so much energy as if drugged by the music. She moved her hips like their only special purpose was to sway. The vibe radiating from her made him itchy to get on the dance floor and spin her away. He had not even seen her face yet!

He patiently waited for her to turn around and face him, careful not to lose sight of her. When she did, he was completely and utterly charmed.

He was not one to stare, but that was what he was doing right now, his jaw agape.

This beauty was alarming, one you could not just ignore.

With his jaw almost dropping to the floor, it was a surprise that Damien was not drooling.

He took his time to take her in. She had red hair, and she tied up in a ponytail. The blue crop top she wore matched the colour of her sea-blue eyes. Her skin was the colour of milk and smooth like silk. Her brows were perfectly carved, and even from a distance, he could see that she had long and thick lashes. He wondered if they were natural. It was a wonder how her hair colour did not counter the colour of her eyes.

She had well-defined curves that highlighted all her dance moves. The bare sight of her was enough to make one hard.

"Helloo, are you still here?" The waving hand of the bartender blocked the heavenly view. He clenched his teeth and flexed his knuckles. It was all it took not to cuss, rudely push the hand from his sight and give him a word or two on how he should have never interrupted. And it was not going to be polite in any way.

He ignored the bartender and looked back at the dance floor, but she was gone. His eyes scanned through the crowd, but she was nowhere in sight. Heaving out a sigh of frustration, he turned to face the bartender. "Man?"

"Let me guess, the girl in a blue crop top with cargo pants." the bartender said, laughing. He wondered what the hell was funny.

"How did you know, you know her?"

"Nope, I don't. Figured. Even I was captivated the moment she walked into this club. She's the definition of perfect. I've never seen someone with such contrasting features, yet they match so perfectly."

"I know. Red hair with sea-blue eyes, is that even possible? She's probably an angel," Damien muttered. Maybe that explains her sudden disappearance. He looked back at the dance floor, silently praying that she would appear again, but she was still nowhere in sight. It's confirmed. She's an angel.

"Your drink." the bartender said, handing him a glass of cocktail. He took it from him and gulped it down in one go. He needed to get drunk to get her image off his head. He wasn't even sure getting drunk would work because when he sobers up, she'll be right there. It was going to take days to get her off his head if she was ever going to leave. She has painted a permanent picture of herself in his brain.

***

Céline was not the party and clubbing type, but today, she lost it.

Where the hell did she get that energy?

She has always been a good dancer, and she knew that.

But tonight? Tonight, she was more than a good dancer. She was not just good. She was amazing.

The only thing she did not know was that her hips were that flexible and that she had it in her to move them the way she did now.

Usually, she followed the lead of others. She was good that way. Was it the music that gave her such energy? She certainly felt drugged and entranced by the music, so probably yeah.

The disc jockey was good at his job.

Now she was in the restroom, sweating and out of breath. She stared at her reflection in the restroom mirror. Thankfully, she did not wear makeup. Her face could have been a mess.

Trying to control her breathing, she placed her hands on the sink and bent her head low to face the floor. When her breath finally evened out, she raised her head again to look at the mirror.

Sweat was still dripping down her face. She was getting very uncomfortable with the feeling.

She switched on the tap, scooped some water with her hands together and washed her face. She felt much better. The water was cool on her skin.

It felt refreshing, so she did that a few more times before switching off the tap and leaving the restroom. She was met with the screams and yelling of the clubbers.

The music was much louder now, and the crowd was getting wilder and noisier.

The noise from it all was deafening.

The club was radiating so much energy that she felt tempted to go back to the dance floor and let her body work some magic.

On second thought, she decided against it. Her bones already felt overworked, and if she did any more dancing, she would go home with weak and sore muscles.

That was the last thing she wanted.

She was already planning on getting drunk tonight, and she wouldn't want to suffer from both hangovers and sore muscles tomorrow morning.

So instead of heading to the dance floor, she headed for the bar.

A decision she was going to realize was the best she made this week. She got to the bar after much struggle with getting through the crowd. She also had to tell off drunk men trying to press themselves on her. It was exactly what she hated about the club.

Even some men who weren't drunk pretended to be drunk to have their way.

"Vodka, please." She said, taking out her phone from her jean pocket, not bothering to look at the bartender.

She needed to check up on her aunt. She must be worried sick that she has not heard from her all night and that was the last thing Celine wanted. Her aunt was the one that suggested that she go out.

She has been thinking so much lately and looked stressed out. Whenever she did, it never went unnoticed by her aunt. Oh, how she loved that woman.

She was the next mother to her and was the only one she had. The only family she has left, or so she thought.

^^Hey Aunt!

(It's me again, ambushing you and keeping my voice loud, though I know it is not good for your health, don't worry, you will live long). I wanted to check up on you. Thanks for making me go out. I am having a good time! Do not worry about me. See you soon.

Love you!!!^^

Smiling, she sent the message and looked up at the bartender. He was staring at her like she was dinner served on his plate.

Oh no, not that look. She hated that look. It made her feel at the edge and insecure.

"Uhmm, my drink?" Was he going to keep staring or what?

"Oh yeah, sorry ma'am, what flavour? You looked like you had business on the phone. I didn't want to interrupt."

Oh, please shut up. The only thing you didn't want to interrupt is you staring at me like I'm your dinner for tonight. She thought but didn't say that out loud.

She smiled instead and replied, "Chocolate, please, thank you."

To reduce the awkwardness she felt, she went back to pressing her phone, pretending to be doing something.

"God, you're so beautiful." Wait, what? That did not come from the bartender.

He was backing her and attending to her drink. Really?! Did she have to go through so much drama just to get a drink? She would leave it instead.

She ignored whoever said that, and she turned around to leave. She still wanted to take a glimpse of the person. Turning her head to the left, she took a glance looking toward the exit but stopped dead in her tracks.