Chapter 3: Shameless Flirt

Janelle's P.O.V

"Do you have any preferences? I think this is an excellent choice." The man parked outside a fancy bar, and looked at me, waiting for a response.

The whole time that he got beaten up, he had his car parked a few feet away from where I saved him and could have gone running into it if he needed to be saved. But he rather chose to fall at my feet and watched quietly as I saved him… Something about it seemed off.

 After the supposed businessman went back into his house, he and I got into his Rolls-Royce Phantom, where he got dressed in a nice designer shirt, blue denims, designer shoes, and a Rolex watch. With all the money he owned, no doubt he had women falling at his feet regardless of their marital status! 

Realizing that he was still peering keenly into my face and waiting for a response, I spoke finally, "Anywhere works fine. I'm not familiar with this city anymore, after being away for almost two years. Nor do I love to drink so much. So I have no idea about bars and clubs, but this seems like a good option." 

I shrugged and I after I finished speaking, I pushed the car door open and hopped out.

"Woah! Woah!" The man, hopped out of the driver's seat and came rushing to me. "You should have waited for me to open the door for you, my queen. I don't want to make a bad first impression. I'm responsible, you know?"

My queen? Responsible? A man alleged to have something to do with virtually every female in the city was calling himself a responsible man? Was he high or did I just end up saving a psycho?

"You've got to be kidding me," I whispered loud enough for my ears only.

"Did you say something to me?" His ear twitched to hear me and he couldn't help but curiously ask.

"Unnecessary bit of information. Let's go inside." I walked ahead of him, despite being unfamiliar with the bar. The crisp December air made me shiver, making me feel like I should've worn at least another jacket to save myself from the cold.

"That's not the way in, miss." He called out, pointing to the right way. It turned out that I was going in the direction of the kid's park instead.

Who in their right mind builds a bar next to a kid's park anyway?

 I was a little embarrassed but made sure not to give it away on my face. "The name is, Major Janelle Anderson." I corrected him. "You can call me Jane."

"Noted, Jane." He rolled my name off his tongue with a seductive raise of his eyebrows. "I'm Cameron MacGyver."

"Nice to meet you, Cameron." I answered as he held the door open for me and I took in the ambience of the club.

"Nice to meet you too, Jane." Cameron whispered the words next to my ears, causing me to shudder involuntarily as he walked past me and led me to a table at the bar.

A little startled at the way he brushed his shoulders against mine, as butterflies erupted in my stomach when his warm breath hit my ear…I followed him to the table.

Moments after we arrived at the bar, we were both drowning in whiskey, chatting about random subjects like we had been friends for years. I couldn't help but wonder how I ended here in the first place, but I was enjoying myself too much to care.

"Why didn't you stand up for yourself? You are bigger than that man, obviously" I asked Cam, who chucked back an entire glass in one go.

"I am." He grinned. "And as you can see, I gym too. I could beat him if I wanted to."

"Why didn't you beat him up, then?" I asked, wondering if his huge frame was only good in bed and not for self-defense or if he had a reason why he didn't want to fight back.

 A waitress approached us, her hips swinging seductively and rhythmically. She kept her gaze fixed on Cameron, not bothering if she bumped into customers. I found it disrespectful that she ignored me, and still flirted with Cameron. But I also thought it was cute how he maintained a budding and seemingly healthy relationship with a lot of females at once, where none felt jealous.

Cameron winked at the waitress who in turn offered a big smile.

"Give me a spin, baby." He whistled at her, ignoring my question and focusing solely on her. 

She turned around without hesitation, not minding that she had a customer's order with her.

Cameron reached out and slapped her butt as she walked past us. And the waitress giggled as she went.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, nodding satisfactorily. "Still soft as always." 

As always? He knew her well, then.

As if she knew that he was done with her, the lady turned her back to us and continued on her way, turning once to smile at Cameron who had long stopped looking in her direction but was instead focused on the bartender.

Cameron catcalled a few women across the bar, who greeted him with flirty looks instead of getting offended. I was intrigued by the sight of it all. Amused too. Because very few guys could actually get away with what he was doing.

"Is there any woman in here that you haven't fucked yet?" I asked, bewildered.

He took some time, before looking back at me with a flirty smile…maybe a bit drunk. "You." He said unabashed. "You are the only woman here who I haven't tasted and I think we should fix that."

"You're such a bold flirt." I chuckled, pondering on his words. "I don't know if I should feel insulted or complimented."

 "You should feel flattered. I did just compliment you." There was an air of arrogance in his voice but it wasn't the kind that made you feel irritated. Instead, I found it kinda cute. "It's obvious you don't reside in this city. Because if you knew me, you wouldn't be sitting here right now." 

He leaned closer to me, his warm breath mixed with the light stench of alcohol, fanning my face as I stared into his mesmerizing green eyes. My heart thudded in my chest as I looked at him, a weird sense of thrill filling my blood.

I smiled at him, surprised to find myself leaning closer to him. "Okay, Mr. Casanova…what would I be doing if I knew you?"

 "You'll be taking my hand and dragging me to the washroom for a quickie." His eyes went to my lips as he licked his own, making me swallow hard.

I loved his audacity and the freedom with which he expressed himself. And I couldn't help but lean in further, until our noses were almost touching.

"I would rather a man treat me like a goddess and make me feel incredibly special in bed." I spoke in a husky whisper, my eyes lingering on his plump, pink lips. "Do you think you have the guts to do that?"