Chapter 3: The Invitation
The conversation between them flowed like aged wine — smooth, potent, laced with something that lingered. Jenna wasn't one to linger, not when it came to men.
But Liam? He intrigued her. Not just because he was sharp and easy on the eyes, but because he didn't chase. He studied. Responded with precision. And gave just enough.
"So," she said, swirling the last of her drink, "what's a man like you doing alone at a place like this?"
"Waiting," Liam said simply. "And not for you — though you're a welcome upgrade."
"Flattery will get you halfway," she teased.
"And the other half?"
"That's a mystery I don't solve on the first night."
Liam chuckled. "Good. I enjoy the long games."
Jenna's phone buzzed on the bar. A reminder. She glanced at it and sighed. "Duty calls. I promised to drop in at a showroom preview tonight — a client event."
Liam stood as she slid off the stool, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed.
"Need a plus one?" he asked casually.
She turned, surprised but amused. "You do business events on first meetings?"
"I do interesting," Liam replied. "And you seem like a solid investment."
Jenna raised an eyebrow. "You really want to come?"
He took a step closer. "You'll have more fun if I do."
Her lips curved. She pulled out a sleek black card from her clutch and handed it to him. "Here. My brand, my rules. Address is on the back. Dress sharp — but I suppose you already knew that."
Liam looked down at the card, then up at her. "See you there, Quin."
She winked as she walked away, hips swaying. "Only if you impress me."
And just like that, the evening wasn't over. It had only just begun.