Chapter 11: Intoxicated
[~Song Recommendation: Toxic by Britney Spears~]
Her right eyebrow shot up, and she clenched her fist, clearly irritated by what she perceived as another disrespectful remark. One of the staff quickly leaned in and whispered, "Miss Cammy, it's a cocktail made with vodka, peach schnapps, orange juice, and cranberry."
"Oh!" she blurted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized her mistake. "Go order that before the bar closes—hurry," she instructed, and the staff quickly scurried off to carry out her request.
Cammy watched as the staff disappeared into the night and let out a sigh before turning back to face the guest. Surveying the messy room, with beer cans scattered everywhere, she asked, "Sir, would you mind if I tidy up while we wait for your drinks?"
The man smiled and replied, "Actually, I do mind..."
Cammy's jaw dropped in disbelief. All she wanted was to clean up the mess and who in the world would refuse that?
"I mind since I don't want to be responsible if something happens to you."
"Sir? I am only going to pick up a few cans; nothing bad is going to—"
Before she could finish, the man suddenly stood up and closed the distance between them. Cammy's eyes widened in shock as he moved so close that there was barely any space between them. He leaned in near the crook of her neck, and she stood frozen, unsure of how to react.
She felt him pick up a few strands of her hair before taking in the scent of it and said, "You're just as drunk as I am. Bending down to pick up those cans will only make you dizzy—you might hit your head somewhere. I have no intention of dealing with blood in this room tonight unless it's a virgin's blood." He stepped back a bit and made sure Cammy was looking at him before giving her a wink and a smirk.
He then moved away and started picking up the cans himself, Cammy closed her eyes, trying to steady her racing heart. She was getting irritated by his flirtatious words and audacious acts.