Chapter 2: The invitation
Beatrix blinked as her brain processed what was going on. Did this sexy god just call her love with his smooth and deep voice?
She must be dreaming, yes a dream because how the fuck would anyone call her love?
Beatrix flicked her eyes to his, heat spread over her
cheeks and she was relieved the lighting here was deep red, otherwise she would look like an idiot.
Not that she wasn’t looking like one right now as her mouth worked to form a response but none released from her lips.
He cocked his brow at her, encouraging her to say something.
"H-Hi!" She cringed at how strangled her voice came out.
He nodded with amusement glinting in his eyes as his eyes travelled down her body and back to her face with a smirk.
Beatrix really wished she had followed Stella’s advice and wore the short black sexy dress she had gave her not a stupid Mickey Mouse t-shirt and baggy jeans. Her red hair was in waves on her shoulders and her glasses were too big for her face so she had been told.
"Nice shirt." He complimented her with his signature smirk on his face.
The bitter flower of shame bloomed across her cheeks and she bit her lips nervously, "I-thank you." She managed to say as her eyes darted across to Stella who had left her alone and was now flirting with the bartender. Fucking betrayer.