Captivate her: Laws of Seduction Book 1 by Ava Hayworth Page A

in the Meatpacking District
    After a pause, I decide to add Where are you?
    Having dinner with a friend.
    Where?
    Gotham Bar and Grill
    Nice
    I’ll take you there sometime. Just come with me this weekend.
    Has anyone ever told you that you are kind of pushy?
    I’m a lawyer. Sue me.
    LOL
    When we get into Bleu Ciel, we text Nick and find him at a table with Brad and Davis. They both stand up to give Sam and me hugs, and Sam introduces Dylan. Nick pulls me aside. “I hope you don’t mind that we brought Davis.”
    “Of course not. Why would I mind?”
    Nick gives me an arch look. “Good, because he was very interested in coming once he found out who would be here.”
    “Hmm, that’s nice.”
    “So that’s the way we’re going to play it, are we?”
    “I don’t know what you mean,” I reply innocently. Nick cocks his brow at me before turning back to the others.
    I have my usual gin and tonic and manage to drink most of it before Sam pulls me out to dance. The DJ is good, and I lose myself in the pulsing beat of the music. I close my eyes and feel the throb of the music as I move. Opening my eyes, I see Nick and Brad under the laser lights, which give them an eerie look. I feel someone grinding behind me and turn my head to see Davis. He gives me a smile and a wink as he moves his palm to my stomach and tugs me closer. Davis is a good dancer, and we move well together. After we dance for a while, he takes my hand and pulls me toward a door leading outside. “I thought we could use a break, and it’s easier to talk out here.”
    “Yea, it can get loud in there,” I agree.
    Davis puts his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet for a moment before looking back up at me. “I haven’t heard much from you lately. Is everything okay?”
    “Yea, definitely. Starting my job has been a bit exhausting, but I think I’m finally getting into the routine.”
    “I’d still love to take your picture sometime.”
    “I’d love that too.” I give him a big smile. “It’s not every day that I get to be an artist’s muse.”
    Davis rolls his eyes, and I can tell that he doesn’t like to show off his talent. “I’ve seen your work, Davis. It’s beautiful.”
    “You’re beautiful.” Davis bends his head down as if to kiss me when Nick bursts through the door.
    “There you two are.” Nick waves his arm back in the direction of the club. “Come on. Brad just got everyone shots of tequila.” I can’t help laughing a little at Davis’s look of consternation. He gives me a wry smile before taking my hand and following Nick back into the club.  
    Back at the table, everyone is waiting for us. We sit down, and Sam hands me the salt. “To new relationships,” she says. Looking flirtatiously at Dylan, she runs her tongue over the salt on her hand before tipping back her tequila and biting a wedge of lime. He does the same and leans down to kiss her. We all groan, and Brad hoots, “Get a room.”
    Coming up for air, Sam gives Dylan another peck on the cheek before demanding that I go with her to the restroom. We make our way through the throngs of dancers and spectators. It is a precarious undertaking in four-inch heels. I feel a sharp prick in my arm and look around for the cause. Seeing nothing, I rub the spot. It felt like I had been jabbed by a needle, and I am anxious to get to the restroom, where I can inspect my arm under better light. By the time we reach the restrooms I am feeling a little woozy. I have to concentrate to understand what Sam is saying to me.
    “You looked like you were having a good time dancing with Davis,” she teases me as we wait in line for the restrooms. 
    I can feel the goofy smile on my face as I say, “Yea, he’s a pretty good dancer.”
    “Look at you… playing the field. I am so proud of you.”
    I remember I was going to do something when I got to the restroom. My mind doesn’t want to cooperate, and I seem unable to grasp any thought for long. When we get back