The Sons of Satrina: A Sons of Satrina Novel by Kristan Belle Page B

was totally into this date.  Surely, he would only see the gushing excitement, not the look of boredom and humiliation in Aisline’s eyes?  He was that kind of guy, thinking himself to be able to walk on water.  He would only see the positive response to his entrance to the diner.
    Looking around her, this plac e never failed to cheer her up.  It never changed.  The old Formica tables and spongy red seated chrome chairs were the same as they always had been, and the menu itself had stayed the same for years.  Jean and David lived by the motto ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’.  There was comfort to be had in the familiar.
    However, tonight, there was a distinct shadow in the air.  Each of the Lamia in the diner wore an expression of collective grief.  This wasn’t an ideal night for a first date, not even with someone that you really liked.  Let alone someone that you could well despised.
    Crawling into the booth and sliding up so that she was sat in the middle of the bench, Jordan gave her a gentlemanly nod and seated himself opposite her.  Jean quickly rushed over with a strong coffee for Jordan and Aisline’s milkshake.  At least while ever they were drinking, she didn’t have to try and make small talk.  It didn’t stop Jordan from trying, though.
    “So, have you been working tonight?” he asked her.  All Ash could do was raise her eyebrows and ironically glance down at her unflattering uniform.
    “Well, I‘m not making a fashion statement here.”
    “Have you worked here for long?”
    “Yes.”
    Silence.  Blessed silence for a moment.  It didn’t help that Jean and Lana were keeping their eagle eyes peeled on them, making Ash feel like an act in a circus.  She just couldn’t bring herself to make an effort.  What was the point in leading him on?  He already thought that he was God’s gift to women, and one hint from her and he would have been heading straight for her pants. No, thank you very much.
    “My parents were pleased to hear that I was seeing you tonight.”  Jordan smiled at her, but it looked plastic. 
    “Yeah, I bet.” she replied before slurping through her straw.
    “I’m sure your paren ts were equally as thrilled.” he sat back with an arm over the back of the foam padded bench and raised his eyebrows smugly.  “Hey, don’t worry about it.  It makes sense that your parents would be happy to see you with someone like me.”
    Aisline looked at him, speechless for a moment.  It was all about the breeding.  Well, this was a different time that they were living in and she was no bitch on a puppy farm. She narrowed her eyes at him.
    “Maybe you should date my mother instead.”
    Jordan laughed, too loud for genuine humour, and waved over towards Lana.  It was like he could read her mind and see the wedding dress patterns and cake toppers whirling around in Lana’s mind.  Ash shook her head in disgust at them all.  They were giving Jordan the opposite impression she was aiming for and didn’t appreciate to be made to look a fool.  She was no simpering idiot waiting for Prince Charming to whisk her off into their happy ever after.  That wasn’t real life.
    “You should be pleased.”
    “I should?”
    “Yes.  I picked you instead of your friend.  Better breeding.”
    Aisline couldn’t help herself - she burst out laughing.  What a prick!!
    Who the hell was he kidding? Well, the boy sure thought highly of himself and she could only grunt at him, lost for words at his blunt arrogance.  At least he thought he was something, because she sure didn’t.  And the worst thing about it?  He was probably right in a way.  He came from a good family with a good name, one that her parents had wholeheartedly approved of. 
    However, that kind of stuff didn’t matter to Aisline.  She was a modern girl growing up in the modern world with modern ideas.  She was way too young to be thinking about settl ing down and all that rubbish. Seventeen was too young