Chapter 5 5

Chapter Five

The beer tower has arrived along with their orders, and the celebration for Yves' birthday is now in full swing. Clint had earlier answered Tanya's question, revealing his address when he escorted her home in the rain.

Clint impressively explained without any hint of impropriety, leaving no room for suspicion among his companions during the rainy night escort.

The three men were now lively, engaged in conversation. Clint, occasionally absorbed in his phone, was the quiet one. Yves, the loudest, was prodded by Keith to share stories about his life in Taiwan, where he currently works. Nena refilled her beer, sensing Clint's intense gaze. She lifted her eyes, and he boldly met her stare, smirking after taking a sip.

Nena quickly averted her gaze, adjusting her posture. Tanya leaned in, whispering, "Hey, you've been glancing at the attorney for a while now; he might notice."

Is she the one being watched by the man? Is she the one who catches his eye and makes him look her way?

"No," she replied to Tanya, their faces close for privacy. "I'm just looking at all of them." She took a sip of beer.

Keith nodded approvingly, pulling Tanya away for a dance, leaving Nena the lone woman at the table. It might not be awkward if it were just her and Yves; she could tease him playfully. But with Clint's presence, she was unsure how to act, not wanting to do anything that might turn him off.

Sure, she declined when he proposed a casual arrangement, but her crush on him persisted. Her heart still raced when Clint was near, and she couldn't help but blush when his eyes occasionally met hers.

"You," Yves said to Clint, "maybe you want to find some girls, Attorney? Feel free!"

Clint chuckled. "Why? Are you and Nena leaving me here alone?"

She discreetly avoided eye contact and took a sip of her drink.

Yves turned to her. "Want to dance?"

She lowered her glass. "No, thanks," she laughed hesitantly. "I need to use the restroom," she excused herself from the two men.

"Go ahead, be careful; you might encounter someone drunk on the way," Yves warned with a playful tone.

She chuckled. "I can handle myself, Yves baby!" She playfully squeezed his cheek. She had to maintain her usual demeanor with Yves, even though Clint was there, and pretending wasn't easy for Nena, who was quite conscious of the man.

She left the two men to their conversation.

"Attorney," Yves said to Clint, "why didn't you bring your girls here? It's fine with me if you want to treat someone else."

Clint glanced in the direction Nena had taken, then returned his gaze to Yves. He refilled his glass from the beer tower.

"You should be the one I'm asking that," he segued into Yves' question. "Why don't you have any girls yet?"

"Attorney, really!" Yves laughed. "You know my priorities: work and family."

"You're getting older, Yves," Clint raised an eyebrow. "It wouldn't hurt to have a girlfriend for a while, right?"

Yves nodded, took a sip, and agreed, "Well, maybe just a girlfriend for now."

"Great to hear that," Clint smiled. "You can start practicing how to impress girls now."

Yves furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Wait," Clint glanced briefly at his phone. "She's near."

"Who?"

Clint didn't answer Yves' question as a woman approached wearing a dress that exposed half of her thighs and a low neckline. She walked seductively toward their table, her smile captivating, especially when she looked at Clint.

Clint tapped Yves on the shoulder, lowered his glass to the table, and guided the woman to a seat, taking Clint's place.

"Yves," he spoke loudly, "this is Iris. Iris," he turned to the woman, "this is the man I am talking about, P 6-2 Yves, my good friend."

The woman smiled at Yves. "Hey there." Her eyes lingered provocatively on Yves.

"Oh no," Yves exclaimed, looking at Clint with widened eyes, "Attorney!"

Clint leaned down to whisper to Yves, "Don't worry, she's clean. Just do the best you can. You're in control where you want to take Iris."

As Clint was about to leave, Yves called out, "Where are you going?"

Clint smiled casually. "Ah, just following Nena. You said it yourself, it might be difficult if she encounters someone drunk," he shrugged.

Yves gave Clint a puzzled look as he watched him walk away.

Nena groaned upon entering a cubicle.

Finally, after enduring the long line at the women's restroom, she was able to use it. After relieving herself, she stood by the lavatory to wash her hands and check herself in the mirror. She dried her hands on her cheeks and then practiced a smile.

Don't be awkward with Attorney, okay? Act as if the conversation we had in his car didn't happen. It means nothing to him, so just relax, okay?

Her round eyes stared back at her, appearing unconvinced.

Come on, Nena! Pull yourself together, please. Tanya is starting to notice.

She sighed and grabbed a tissue from the dispenser to wipe off any excess oil from her face and nose. What should you be worried about? You made the right decision rejecting Attorney. You shouldn't be the one feeling intimidated. Show that you stand by your decision.

Then she tossed the tissue into the nearest trash bin.

I should have brought my wipes; I don't want to bring my bag here to the bar, and I might forget my things. I even forgot to bring Yves' gift!

Nena took a few glances in the mirror to check if she looked fresh before deciding to leave. She bumped into people on her way out of that lobby, but she paid no attention. She raised her arms to protect her chest from any inadvertent collisions.

She stopped walking. It felt like someone was walking with her.

Looking to her left, she met Clint's gaze.

"You left Yves alone?" she asked him, hugging herself to protect her chest.

He bent down, bringing his face close to hers. "I followed to make sure no one would harass you."

Should she be touched? Damn, she was already overwhelmed by the fluttering feeling in her stomach.

She took a step back, still keeping eye contact with Clint. "It's Yves' birthday today; you shouldn't have left him alone. I can take care of myself."

"Don't worry," he reached out, gently gripping her arm to pull her closer. "He's got company."

"Did Tanya and Yves come back?"

Clint didn't answer. She inhaled sharply as she felt her body press against his.

Alertly, Nena removed her arms from her self-hug and placed her hands on Clint's chest and stomach. She didn't really plan where her hands would land; she just wanted to block his hands from touching her.

Nena sucked in a sharp breath.

Oh, hard chest.

Hard stomach too.

Clint's eyes dropped to her hands, lingering in thought, before running his gaze hotly until they reached her eyes.

"Just one dance," he said to her.

She grinned at him. "Hey, Attorney, I made it clear that whatever your motive is, I'm not interested."

He smiled. "I know. I just asked for a dance, Nena."

"Why?"

"Why not?" his eyes sparkled, his other hand snaking around her waist to pull her closer. Their bodies were now pressed, and her hands were trapped.

Were there so many people in the bar, or was it just her sweating from the heat?

"Shall we?" Clint asked for confirmation.

"Just a dance," she stared into his eyes.

"Yes," he placed his other hand on the hand at her waist, pushing it upward. Her palm slowly rubbed against his stomach, stroking upward to reach his chest. "Unless, you need something more than just a dance from me."

Why is this man this hot? Everything he does is hot. His words are hot as well.

He raised her hand on his chest, moving it upward until it reached his shoulder. His hand slid along her arm, sending a thrilling sensation through her. His hand continued sliding on her back until it reached the small of her waist.

Nena also placed her other hand on Clint's shoulder. She was taken aback when he pulled her closer to his body. She gasped as her chest collided with his. He was really that tall.

She looked up at Clint. He granted her a sexy lopsided grin. He started moving, and she followed suit. She took a deep breath as their bodies rubbed and slid against each other. Instead of feeling awkward, her breasts squeezed against his hard body, making her question why it felt so good.

Nena kept her hands on Clint's waist as he skillfully moved his hips against hers. Surely, her face was turning red because she couldn't avoid feeling the grinding of his hard bulge.

Why did it feel so good? She couldn't explain.

Nena lifted her eyes to Clint, who seemed to be enjoying himself. There was no trace of concern on his face.

Maybe for him, it's just a dance. But for her, their bodies brushing against each other felt like slowly setting her on fire.

She was surprised when he leaned down to whisper to her.

"You're not dancing, Nena."

Her eyes widened. Wasn't she moving?

Clint kept on moving, holding her securely close to him.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to dance. You haven't danced in clubs before?" he continued, lowering his voice into a lower, crispy tone.

"I do dance," she said, looking at him.

Not really. Now their faces were an inch or two apart. He smiled at her.

"Then dance with me," he lowered his gaze to her lips before locking eyes with her again. "Or we can stop now if this makes you feel uncomfortable."

"N-No," she chuckled nervously. "Why wouldn't I be comfortable?"

"I understand," he ground slowly, causing their bodies to collide again. "I've said some things that blew your mind. You know, about The Org."

Nena gradually joined his dance, avoiding eye contact with him.

"I apologize for that," his lips approached her ear. "I just made a mistake."

She should be the one apologizing. She gave Clint the wrong impression. He must have overheard her conversation with Tanya, assuming she was open to the lifestyle he referred to.

"It's okay, Attorney," she gave a tight smile. "At least, now I know you're not upset about my rejection. That's the only... thing bothering me."

"I'm not upset about it," he breathed hotly, his lips brushing against her ear, making her turn to him. "You are subject to your own choice. I actually appreciate your honesty."

Their gazes locked. They moved in sync. Clint's hand moved slightly lower on her back, pushing her closer to him.

Nena felt their bodies grinding against each other.

He was really hard. His crotch against her belly tickled it with excitement. She felt a heat rising in her throat from the intense sensation.

"In fact," he throatily continued, lifting a corner of his lip, "I felt more determined to be what you want."

She chuckled softly. "I want a different kind of relationship, Attorney," she smiled at him while intensifying their dance. Nena watched Clint's mouth drop open as she rubbed her body against his.

"I don't want to be with other women. I don't want just a one-time thing. I don't want just sex. I want a serious relationship."

He stroked the valley of her back upward until his hand reached her nape. His hand tightened around her hip. She gasped as he lifted her, spun her around, and pressed her against a nearby wall.

"Oh!" her back hit the wall.

Clint lifted her higher, his lips close to her neck and ear. Slowly, her head leaned against the wall as Clint pressed his body against hers.

"You see, Nena," his gaze from below, "a relationship is not about what one person wants. It's about what they both want."

"Well, we want different things," she panted, "so we can't be together."

"But maybe, we have some similarities... don't we?" he thrust, making her eyes widen.

Nena couldn't help but smirk at his audacity. "Don't tell me that among all the women you've been with, you chose me to take seriously. Me, who won't tolerate your lifestyle."

He chuckled lowly, then sent a lustful shiver through her by boldly licking her neck and jaw.

Nena stared back at Clint in disbelief.

He awaited her response with eager eyes.

"Put me down," she commanded.

He slowly lowered her and released her from his arms. He turned around to take the lead. She remained leaning against the wall, catching her breath.

Clint looked back at her over his shoulder.

"Let's go back to Yves," he grinned breathlessly before turning away to walk.

Don't fall for Atty, Nena; stay strong. You got this, resist the temptation!