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I CAN'T BELIEVE THE AUDACITY of this man. We've only spent five minutes together, and he's already trying to get me to have sex with him-unbelievable. I've heard the rumors about him, but I didn't think he'd be this brazen, and with me no less.
"That line may have worked on the roster of women you've been with in the past, but it will absolutely not work on me." I scowl, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "If Suguru heard that you just tried to proposition me in a hotel bar, he would be appalled."
Satour presses his lips together, attempting to hold back from laughing. "N/n, if I were asking you to sleep with me, I'd come right out and say it."
I sigh in relief, but a part of me feels dejected at his apparent indifference.
"You're not?" I ask, giving him side-eye.
"Don't think for a second that it means I'm not interested," he says, his Blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "A friend of mine owns a nightclub next to Premiere, and I always stop by when I'm in town. They serve top-shelf alcohol, which is loads better than the watered-down shit they serve here." He gestures toward the liquor display behind the bar. "What do you say? Get a real drink with me?"
He thinks that's more convincing.
"No thank you," I say without hesitation.
Men spell trouble, and I can't forget it. Although Sukuna's notion of embracing one night of making bad decisions plays in my mind. Getting a drink with Satour would undeniably qualify as a bad decision.
"Why not? It's just one drink," he urges.
I rub my temples, trying to keep calm despite his persistence. "Because I have a hunch one drink would turn into two with you," I say bluntly.
The adult version of Satour exudes sex appeal and confidence and cannot be trusted. He's the type of man I avoid like the plague. They lure you in with pretty words, lavish gifts, and empty promises-leaving you to pick up the broken pieces once they're gone.
"N/n, it's only a drink with a friend," he assures me like he can read my mind. "It sounds like you've had a long week and could use a night out."
"I have no interest in watching you get plastered and gyrate against every woman in the club. Now, why don't you take a hint and disappear like Larry?" I regret my comment when a brief flash of hurt flashes across his face.
"Whoever caused you to become so distrusting deserves to suffer for what they did." Satour places his hand on mine. "Word of advice. Don't judge a book by its cover. Just because I haven't had a serious girlfriend since high school and like to have a good time doesn't mean I'm a bad guy."
He leans in so his mouth brushes against my ear. "For the record, I was going to take you to a piano bar on the club's second floor. You're the only woman I have any interest in spending time with tonight," he murmurs as he lifts his hand off mine.
