Temptress

19|New York Pizza

Sereia's POV

We sat silently next to each other as the presenter concluded his speech.

I was taking notes while Elliot scrolled on his phone, drowning out the information he probably already knew.

He hadn't said a word to me since what happened earlier.

I figured he would be hard to crack, but I didn't know it would be this hard.

Now I was even doubting if I was good enough to seduce him.

I don't have much experience with men. How could I?

I've been dedicating my life to Violent's revenge since I was 18.

Maybe I'm not good enough.

I shook the negative thoughts out of my mind.

I am good enough.

I will not make him convince me otherwise.

The audience started clapping when the presenter closed off.

Everyone began to get up and I did too, but he held me back.

"Sit," he said and I remained standing. "Sit down, Sereia."

His voice held such authority that, before I could process his words, I was already seated again.

It was as if my body had acted on its own.

"I'm going to pretend that your little act earlier didn't happen," he said with a serious look. "If you try that again, I will fire you. Understood?"

Dang it.

I nodded. "I'm sorry."

"I get that you're lonely and a bit horn-"

"I get the point," I stopped him. "I won't do it again, sir."

"I wasn't finished," he said. "I do get your situation and I'm willing to talk with you. Is that good enough for you?"

I nodded and he smiled.

"Good," he said as he stood up. "Let's go get some lunch. I'm starving."

I stood up too as I rubbed my stomach. "Me too."

"What do you want today?"

"Mmm," I thought for a moment. "I've always wanted to try New York styled pizza."

He turned to me looking a bit surprised. "Wait, is this your first time in New York?"

I hesistated before nodding.

Should I have lied?

Is it uncommon for an upperclass person not to come to New York?

My heart beated faster as I waited for his response.

Did I mess things up?

I need to stop overthinking.

He smiled. "I know exactly where to take you."

I felt relieved that he didn't judge me.

"Come on," he nodded to the door. "The driver is probably outside."

I nodded before following him to the car.

When we were all settled and on our way, I turned to him.

"Do you come here often?" I asked. "New York."

"I do, it's my favorite city," he said. "Besides Chicago of course."

"Why?"

"Why not?" he asked. "It has endless energy and diversity. I've always wanted to live here when I was a kid."