iffs of her distinct scent. Neither was she aware that it wasn't her expensive perfume that tempted them to reveal their true es

h her yet. In no mood to join the bedlam on the dance floor or worried to give an impression that she needed company, she scoured the area for any vacant

lprit. It's hard to distinguish whoever it was amidst the jumble of faces. Neither the darkness nor the da

e mentally chanted. “Don't let them find out that you're scared out of your wits.” She squared her shoulders and strutted the remaining dista

e club but not to those currently around her. The spike on her scent gave her distr

nchalance and arrogantly rested her chin atop her hand. Little by little, the discomfort vanis

gently laid a leather bound menu on the table. She also pulled out a small order pad and pen then waited for either her reply or order. Out of habit, Pri

e that her brain to mouth filter was non-existent at the moment. It wasn't fear that bothered her but repulsion.

of her citrusy fragrance invaded her nostrils. “​Is that Jo Malone Lime Baisl and Mandarin?" she asked no one in particular. "Shit Prixy, do you even have to think of tha

u a shot of the house's special brew for starters while you choose. It's on the house," she informed her. She dared to sniff her before s

ocket distracted her. She rolled her eyes in irritation, Mila messaged her that she'd be late for another 30 minutes. “That's it? N

ere curled into a seductive grin. "How'd you know?" Prixy tore her gaze away from her and focused it on the dri

lier, she unashamedly sniffed her again. "So good," she moaned. Prixy snapped her head back to her face. Magenta fin

ne." She nodded to Magenta and vaguely distinguished a metallic scent as soon as the cocktail was near enough. “

he owner. "My my, Magenta this is getting out of hand. You ought to be punished for

e of confusion. She realized that her head was miraculously cleared out of whatever fog that plagued her earlier. "I'm sorry about Magenta, she's

brows and plump lips, sexy long blonde hair scruffily tied in a ponytail, this man was the epitome of walking sin and she's not trained to fight attraction. Albeit his eyes were regrettably cold, the only drawback she could point out.

roller coaster of emotions she went through this evening was already getting into her nerves. She didn't feel lik

surrender. It was done so swiftly that she hadn't got a chance to protest. "Again I apologise for Magenta's aberrant behavior and for spilling some of the drink on you.

are his eyes reddish?" she silently thought. “If it's okay with you, to compensate for the uh little incident" Prixy furrowed her

incident at all" She flipped a strand of hair out of her face since it's blocking her view. "But yes I'll accept your offer. I am not sure if the public toilets are safe enough to suddenly walk into." She searc