Opportunist

My heart was melting in a puddle. He looked so tempting. His formal white dressing shirt was unbottoned, showing an expense of golden chest. His black hair fell in a messed up style over his brows, he looked rumpled and sexy, he looked as if he had come directly here after a busy day at his office. I looked down, he was still holding his hand out for me.

"Mr. Sy!" I croaked and stared at his outstretched hand.

"Miss Fontera." He grinned showing straight white teeth. It did something to me as my stomach clenched deliciously.

I looked again at his strong and tanned hand decided that a dance would not hurt anyone. Placing my shaking hand in his strong and calm one I let him pull me close. I stopped and sighed in relief as I realized there was still plenty of space between our bodies. He smiled wickedly and gave a tug, pulling me flushed against his hard and muscular chest.

My breast were pressing into his chest and our hips were aligned. A very slow and seductive music started playing. Intensifying the mood. His hand came to rest on my waist and I slid my arms around his neck.

He took the lead, our bodies moving in perfect accord to the music and I felt drugged, looking into his eyes. His breath fanning the tops of my cheeks and I could smell his scent, the smell of mild cologned something smokey reminding me of the outdoors.

My hands were clutching his strong shoulders as he whispered into my ear, his lips grazing the tip. "You look lovely tonight, Miss Fontera." My heart lurched.

"You can call me Amber." I blurted out.

He said my name in a sexy tone. I shivered.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"No, it's quite warm." I replied staring into his intense eyes.

He frowned. "Have we meet before?" He asked.

"Uh..actually... Yes." I replied. Deciding to just tell him. He looked surprised, his blue eyes widened.

"I don't think so...because I would have remembered you." He said trailing his fingers through my hair, at my back.

"It was 8 months ago on a rainy day..you helped me.. I was injured and you carried me to my home.." I said.

His eyes stared at my face closely and I grew uncomfortable under his tense scrutiny. Then his face changed and he smiled. "I remember you." He whispered.

"That's good...because I never got to say thank you." I smiled at him.

"Thank you Royce for helping me." I said.

He grinned. "Just a thank you?" He scowled.

"Uh...what do you mean?" I asked growing uneasy.

"Come with me for a ride." He replied, a glimmer in his eyes. That devil!

"What?!" I squealed. His lips quirked into a smile.

"Just a night ride with me. I deserve at least that as a thank you." His voice was serious. I stared at the tops of my heels, my mind whirling with his demand. Royce Sy was an opportunist. He never lets any opportunity go unused.

"B..but, What about my friends?!" I tried to make an excuse, he turned his head to look at Connor and Anna who I could see were making out while dancing.

"I don't think your friends would mind that much." He sounded amused. I sighed. There was no getting out of it.

"Okay, I will come with you." I said softly.

"Good." He said and grabbed my wrist, leading me through the packed dance floor. People were making way for us to pass. I raised my eyebrow towards him and he laughed. "What?" He demanded.

"Nothing, just that you hold an influence similar to a mafia don." I joked.

"And what makes you think like that?" He asked still dragging me out of the crowded club and up the stairs, out of Xylo The Palace, into the fresh night air outside.

"Just my observation." I said staring out at the night sky. Which was obscured by clouds.

I watched silently as a long and shiny black vintage car stopped right in front of us, a straight back driver getting out to open the door. "Ma'am, sir." He intoned.

Royce slid in the drivers seat and I curved my way around the car to sit in the seat beside his. "That will be all, Clarke." He replied curtly to the driver. I stared at his profile. His straight long nose and prominent forehead. His strong chin and sharp jawline with a grainy shadow of his stubble made him look aristocratic and a very handsome. His eyelashes were long and stark black as were the arrogantly arched eyebrows of his. He started the car into a smooth glide along the streets of Manila. I stared out the people walking around, going their way in the balmy night.

I sighed and watched the streets as he made a fast curve around the road into a wider street and stopped suddenly.

I frowned and looked at him curiously. "That's our ride." He pointed with a tilt of his proud head towards a man standing with a wicked looking, dark green motorbike.

My mouth dropped open in an oval shape.