A chance to play God: The Devil's way

Chapter 9: A dreaded dinner

Hector had grown to like the burning feeling of whiskey as it slid down his throat. He enjoyed it. On some days when he was feeling more brazen, he took shots of Vodka. But tonight? He wanted to be alert so he was currently cradling a glass of Coke and rum. He was at the bar again, waiting for Mrs Georgina.

He flicked his wrist and stared at his new golden wristwatch: 8:46pm — she was forty-six minutes late. He took the last sip of his drink, paid the barman and turned to leave.

A hand caressed his chest.

“Impatient, are we?” Georgina whispered in his ears. From this distance, Hector could scent the heavy perfume she wore.

“Well, I'm not used to being stood up,” Hector replied as he sat down. His eyes scurried around the bar: it was almost empty save for the lonely man who had been drinking since he got here and the arguing couple a few feet from him.

“Sulking isn't a good look on you,” Georgina snapped her fingers at the barman who brought a bottle glazed with matte black.

“I have a company to run, Hector. I'm a very busy woman,” she poured the surprisingly clear liquid into the Martini glass.

“...and what is it, our second or third date? And I haven't even seen what your home looks like,” she maintained eye contact with him as she took a sip. Her hands fell to her thigh and shifted the high slit to reveal her perfectly toned legs. She stretched her right leg and placed it beneath his seat.

Hector struggled to maintain eye contact, he didn't want her to know he was uncomfortable.

“So, how was work?” Hector leaned on the table.

“Ugh, don't tell me you dragged me out of work to talk about work,” she whined.

Hector smirked, he pushed his seat closer till her knees wedged his seat. His hands shook slightly but he covered it up by placing it on her thigh.

It was warm…too warm for his liking. He gripped it firmly while she peered over at him through her Martini glass.

“No, I didn't, but I want to know why my woman chose work over me,” Hector rubbed circles on her exposed skin.

“Your woman?” Georgina smirked. She placed her Martini glass on the table and Hector couldn't help but notice the lipstick stain on the rim of the glass — too much make-up, he internally cringed.

“Yes, my woman, or am I being too forward?” Hector edged on.

“No,” Georgina leaned in.

“So?” Hector raised his brow and held her gaze.

“You're like a dog on a bone. It was just boring work stuff. I had to sign a few things and attend some meetings, nothing major,” Georgina reclined to fill her lipstick-stained glass.

“Enlighten me,” Hector was fishing for something, a loose thread he could pull. Georgina sighed.

“You're hotter when you don't ask too many questions about my personal life,” Georgina said.

Hector internally screamed, Georgina was too careful. He had spent three dates with her and all he knew was what her husband loved to eat for dinner, which was irrelevant.

He eyed her bottle. Maybe she would feel a bit more chatty if she had a lot to drink. Hector thought to himself.

“Well, I just want to ensure you get it out of your system so you don't feel overwhelmed when I take you home later,” Hector took control of the conversation. Georgina choked on her Martini. It was the first time he had caught her off guard.

“Are you okay?” He leaned toward her and patted her back gently. His hot breath fanned her face due to how close they were. A few more inches and Hector could swear his lips would be reddened by hers.

“Yes, I will be,” Georgina pulled away, visibly flushed. Hector noticed a dribble of drink on her chin. He stretched his hands, placed his thumb over the spot and wiped gently. He slowly dragged his thumb along her bottom lip and she let it hang open, all the while holding his gaze.

Her phone buzzed and it got his attention. All the information he would need would be on that phone, if not all, some. He needed to get close enough to read it without her suspecting, Hector thought to himself. She ignored the notification and continued to focus on him.

“You know, the longer we spend here, the less time we have to spend at my place,” Hector casually and slowly fluttered his eyes and raised his brows. Georgina bent toward him.

“And what are we going to be doing at your place, if I may ask?” She whispered.

“I would tell you, but what's the fun in that when I can show you?” Hector smiled.

“Did you drive?” Georgina asked as she placed her phone into her bag.

“Yes? What about your entourage?” Hector asked.

“They'll wait here for me till I'm back,” Georgina stood and walked toward the door. She looked back at Hector who was still shocked.

“You coming? Or you can't back up your claims anymore?” She smirked. If anyone asked Hector what she looked like, he would tell them that she looked like the Grinch when he finally liked Christmas.

Hector trailed her as she walked toward the front door. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, as he got closer to the front door. They were going out into the open where her staff would see them.

What if they told her husband? His mind was a mess with questions. He looked at her but she had her resting face on, she looked unbothered about it.

“Where did you park?” Georgina asked as they stepped into the chill night. Hector pointed to the slick black Mercedes-Benz by the corner.

“A man of style, nice,” Georgina swayed as she walked toward the car.

Hector looked back and saw a man standing by the car with his chauffeur hat. He waved but the man remained stoic.

“That could mean danger,” he thought.