The girl flirted with her eyes.
Mitchel responded with a relaxed, âNot bad.
â
Noticing his interest, the girl extended her hand with a smile and reminded him, âWhat about what you promised me?â
Their conversation flowed easily, making the bustling crowd around them seem like mere background.
Raegan gripped her hands tightly.
Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to mask her growing unease.
Mitchel appeared indifferent, yet he was keenly aware of his surroundings, including Raeganâs pallid complexion.
âHandsome, donât break your promise, or youâll embarrass me in front of my best friend.
â The girl pouted.
Mitchel, his long, slender fingers clasping a gilded business card, slowly raised it.
Just as the girl reached for it, he teasingly withdrew his hand.
The girl spoke with a coquettish Lilt and a sweet tone.
âHandsome, give it to meâ¦â
The girl was experienced with men.
She knew that the more serious they seemed, the more secretive their desires.
Thus, she had developed methods for handling hypocritical men.
Yet, the refined Mitchel prompted the girl to display her most charming and seductive side.
She bit her lip and pleaded sweetly, âGive it to me, pleaseâ¦â
Her voice carried a hint of desperation and suggestiveness, bordering on the inappropriate.
Raegan frowned, unable to bear the scene any longer.
She stepped forward and took her seat.
She hoped that by sitting down, the girl would cease her provocative behavior.
However, a moment later, Mitchel extend his fingers and slip the business card into the girlâs cleavage.
Although such crude behavior was not unexpected in a bar, it still humiliated Raegan, sitting right next to Mitchel.
The girl was taken aback by Mitchelâs actions.
She had assumed that a man of his refined appearance would be more restrained.
Blushing, she said shyly, âHandsome, you are so bad.
â
She covered her mouth and gave a coquettish look, pausing at just the right moment.
Mitchelâs fingers had merely brushed the business card.
He had not touched the girl directly.
Yet, the girlâs words made it seemed Like he had crossed a line.
Mitchel crossed his legs, smiled as if to agree, and asked lightly, âWhat? You donât like it?â
The girlâs cheeks flushed at his direct question.
She bit her lip and whispered, âI like itâ¦â
Mitchel smiled casually and remarked, âDonât give this card to your friend.
â
âAhâ¦â It was then that the girl remembered her original intention had been to secure Mitchelâs phone number for her friend.
But now, captivated by the handsome Mitchel, she had forgotten her friend entirely.
With the illusion of Mitchelâs interest in her, the girl decided she would never give her friend Mitchelâs number.
Given his looks and wealth, she was prepared to cling to him.
âHandsome, Iâll be at the hotel next door tonight,â she declared.
With a flirtatious gesture, she added, âIâll call you later.
â
Mitchel merely smiled, his silence seen by onlookers as consent.