PIERCE

4

Chapter 4

"Is she in already?" I ask as I walk in through the double doors of the popular restaurant. As usual, it is almost full which makes it difficult to locate my date for the evening, Diana Storm.

"Yes sir, she is. She's in the VIP lounge upstairs."

Woman with a class. At least that is what I am hoping for. I was expecting her to wait down here for me. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. What's that phrase they say? All women are the same.

With  two of my men behind me I walk towards the elevator and press the required button. Less than thirty seconds later I walk into the beautifully designed VIP lounge which as I ordered, contained only her. If she was surprised, her face gave nothing away, although I could see the effect I had on her as a man. Not fear. She looks...brave. Lust maybe?

"Miss. Storm. Sorry to keep you waiting. I had some things to attend to." I take her hand in mine and kiss the back of her palm, with my eyes focusing intently on her. No better way to convince a lady than seduction.

"I must say you look stunning. A little too much for a coffee date?"

"I came from an event. Good evening to you too, Mr. Pierce. To what do I owe the pleasure of dining with you today?"

A waiter comes around and to Diana's surprise, I order a bottle of wine and their finest dish at the moment. I do her the honors of asking the question lingering on her mind.

" Coming form an event, you must be hungry. I'm just being a gentleman." I reply with a smile to which she rewards me with an unintended blush.

"That's kind of you."

"Miss Storm. How was work today?" The waiter brings in our wine and pours a glass each for us. With her gaze set on me, she puts the glass to her lips and takes a sip. Those lips would fit perfectly around me, and she just might like that.

"We both know you didn't bring me out here to ask about how work was today. What do you really want to know?" She says, setting down her glass. Beautiful and smart. A good lay.

"Straight to the point I see. I hear you were a witness at the shooting of Mr. Clementine."

"Yes I was. It is just by chance that I am still alive, though."

"Why do you say that?"

" The killer almost killed me."

"Why don't you tell me what happened that night?" I take another sip from my glass.

"Last I checked, you're not a detective, and neither are you my lawyer. I don't answer to you."

"I'm neither of those things, true. I assure you, though, that it will be in your best interest to answer me, Diana."

"And if I don't?" 

The waiter comes in with our food and sets it down before us.

"I think I'll leave you to your imagination as an answer to your question."

She keeps her eyes trained on me as she puts a fork full in her mouth. As enticing as she looks at the moment, business first.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll be visiting the washroom. I suggest you think of your answers whilst you're by yourself. Excuse me" I walk out of the double doors and head towards the washroom which is located at the far end of the long corridor. 

I come to a halt when a familiar voice registers in my ears.

" I said let me go!"

I turn to the direction of the voice and there stands Bethany struggling to free herself from  a man who is twice her size. She has a look of fright on her face although she puts up a brave upfront.