Chapter 285Dance with Her
<Chapter> Chapter 285Dance with Her</Chapter>
"Hey Diana, was that your boss?" Douglas quickly glanced at her before posing the question instead of answering.
"Yeah." Diana nodded, "My boss, Liam, CEO of Evans Group."
"Do you like him?" Douglas stole another quick look at her, his question direct.
Faced with his question, Diana was surprised, "Do I? How can you tell?"
"That means you do." Just then, the traffic light turned red, and Douglas stopped the car, gazing thoughtfully at Diana, "It's normal to fall for a guy like Liam—rich and powerful—especially if you're around him every day."
Diana looked back at him. She peered into his clear, clean eyes in the not-so-bright headlights. After three or four seconds of silence, she couldn't help but smile, nodding, "Maybe, but I'll never allow myself to like him again."
"Why not?" Douglas persisted, his sunny, handsome smile tinged with a roguish charm.
"Because he'll never like me." Diana's voice carried a sober clarity.
"What about me?" Suddenly, Douglas leaned in close, trapping Diana between the seat and his chest, locking his gaze on her with an unmistakably suggestive tone.
Diana's heartbeat skipped as she gazed into his youthful, sunlit face, touched by a hint of wildness. She shrank back into her seat, but the next second, she laughed again, "What about you?"
"Would you like me?" Douglas pressed on, keeping her pinned.
"I do like you!" Diana responded, reaching up to ruffle Douglas's coarse hair, "You'd make a perfect little brother. It just so happens that I don't have one. How about it? Do you want to be my brother?"
"Cut it out."
Douglas's temper flared when Diana repeatedly called him 'little brother' and tousled his hair like a child. He swiftly brushed her hand off his hair and slumped back into the driver's seat.
"What's wrong? Got upset?" Diana teased, smiling at his sudden mood swing.
"I've already got a sister. I don't need another," Douglas grumbled, glancing at Diana. "And I don't like it when people mess with my hair, not even my sister."
Diana raised an eyebrow. "Oh, sorry about that. I didn't realize you were touchy about it. Maybe you could... let me out of the... car.”
"Shut it!"
Diana's word was still hanging when Douglas, with an even fiercer temper, cut her off, puffing up like a petulant child. "I told you I'm taking you somewhere cool, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."
As his words ended, the red light turned green. He slammed on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow from a bow.
Diana looked at him, speechless.
...
Douglas took Diana to a new rooftop bar in the heart of River North.
Coined as a rooftop bar since it was nestled on the 97th floor of a skyscraper, this wasn't an average watering hole. Reservations and identity confirmation were a must.
Seated inside, one could sip drinks, enjoy the sensual performances of pole dancers, and gaze over the substantial night views of River North, a pleasure unmatched by any ordinary bar.
However, anticipating an early morning at work the next day and worried about a potential hangover, Diana opted for juice over alcohol.
Douglas seemed to be a different story. The kid, who hadn't graduated college, appeared to know everyone there from how he walked into the greetings he received, even being called "boss" by some.
An undergrad being called 'boss' in a bar piqued Diana's curiosity about Douglas even more.
"Boss, is this your girlfriend?"
Not long after Diana and Douglas had settled in, a stunning yet irate-looking young woman scrutinized Diana.
Douglas grinned, a glass in one hand, and casually slung his other arm over Diana's shoulder, cocking an eyebrow roguishly, "What do you think?"
There Diana sat, allowing Douglas to keep his arm around her, not resisting and merely sipping her juice leisurely while watching the dynamic pole dancing in the central dance area.
The vexed young woman, eyeing Diana now enveloped by Douglas's arm, sneered a bit more and said, "Boss, this prude old lady... is not for you.”
Splash!
Before the girl could finish her sentence, Douglas threw his drink right in her face.
Diana was a white-collar professional who had never intended to get into a spat with the youngsters at the bar. Yet she was utterly caught off guard when Douglas went so far as to douse a girl—who had looked down on her—with a drink.
"Boss..." the girl began, only to be cut off.
"Your words stink more than your farts. Don't ever show your face around me again. Get lost!" Douglas snapped.
The girl, drenched in alcohol, looked visibly annoyed and was about to retort when Douglas interrupted her again, then turned to Diana, "Diana, let's go dance, shall we?"
Diana couldn't be bothered by the girl, simply shaking her head, saying, "I can't dance."
"I'll teach you, c'mon!" Completely disregarding the girl, Douglas took Diana by the hand and headed for the round dance floor.
With a resigned smile, Diana allowed herself to be led away, blending into the rhythm of the dance floor.
Diana had to admit that Douglas was a fantastic dancer, and led by his moves and the joyous atmosphere, she loosened up. Gradually, she began to sway along with Douglas.
"That's it, Diana, you're doing great!" Encouraged by her newfound freedom, Douglas whispered in her ear with enthusiasm.
"Really?" Diana was having the time of her life, her hands wrapped around Douglas's neck as she loudly asked him.
In that moment, she shed all her worries and stress, letting go completely—a far cry from the composed, always-proper Diana in the office.
Ever since she returned, she had never felt as relaxed as she did.
"You have no idea how gorgeous you look right now. You're mesmerizing!" Douglas exclaimed, wrapping his arm around her swaying waist, continuing his loud encouragements in her ear.
Diana laughed, hooked around Douglas's neck, seemingly forgetting that he was a man, and treated him with the carefree familiarity of a younger brother.
