SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID novel Chapter 19

They arrived at the club and Bryce insisted on going in with Natalie.

He told her that he wanted to get a drink and would leave afterwards. She agreed even though she doesn't know why though. He could tell that she felt somewhat uneasy in his presence but he didn't care. He was getting that pussy tonight.

Bryce insisted on having his drink from the VIP area. It was usually very private and less crowded.

She muttered a yes and he left her to her friends. He wouldn't want to make her feel too conscious and scare her off. He wanted her to come to him and not the opposite.

When he arrived at the VIP section, he sat down and placed a call across to Max. He told him to make the necessary requirements for the night.

Then he asked the bartender to send drinks to Natalie and her friends.

Bryce sipped his wine as he watched the bartender carry out his bidding. His eyes was fixated on Natalie who was surprised to see the order. She turned around and waved her glass to thank him and he did the same.

Soon enough, she was climbing up the stairs to come and see him. The security let her in after gaining clearance from him.

"Hi" she greeted, sitting next to him on the exquisite couch.

His lips breaks out in a smirk "You're here?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"Yeah!" She half yelled so that he could hear her voice over the music. "I see that you haven't left yet?"

He relaxed himself on the chair facing her "I want to but then, I decided to stick around a bit."

"Why?" She pressed "Are you waiting for someone? A hot shot perhaps?" She teased.

He laughed at her statement "I believe I'm the hot shot here and I don't have to find them, they find me instead."

Natalie rolled her eyes at his ego. He had a lot of it for someone who dominated the female population "Thank You for the drinks."

He waved her off "It's fine. I really don't mind."

"You know I really thought that you were stalking me and intentionally followed me here but I guess it was all in my head." She voiced out.

"I told you it was all in the past. Share a drink with me?" He offered, filling her glass with vodka.

"Of course."

They clinked their glasses and he watched her take a sip while he engaged her in different conversations.

Bryce noticed when the alcohol slipped in. She was getting flustered with each passing minute that he had to stop her at some point from drinking.

"You know..." She started "I'm glad that I'm here right now"

"Won't your friends–" she shushed him with her fingers. Her other hand supporting her throbbing head.

"They won't even know that I'm gone. How's it like when you have sex with those women Bryce?" She asked, pushing herself closer to him. He knew that it was the alcohol speaking.

"That's a question I normally ask, not the other way round" He replied, eyes staring at her exposed cleavage.

"Is this another survey?" He teased and she laughed.

"It's not. I actually don't want to do that right now."

"What do you want to do then?"

She raised her hands to trace his Jawline reaching down to his hard muscles that ran down his torso.