We continued talking for a while.
In the end, even Juliana couldnāt convince Michael to move on. Which, letās be honest, was a lost cause from the beginning.
But she didnāt take her defeat gracefully. She was just about to try a different, likely more aggressive approach when a guy who looked like heād spent way too much time in a tanning bed approached our table.
He seemed like the quintessential rich kid with a permanent smug look plastered on his face. Judging by his posture alone, you could tell he had never heard the word
"no"
in his entire life.
He ignored Michael and me entirely, zeroing in on Juliana.
"Hellooo there! You look like youāre searching for something, milady," he said, leaning over the table with a greasy smirk.
Juliana turned her head slowly, looking him up and down like he was a bug she was deciding whether to squash or study.
But then her expression changed just as quickly. She gave him one of those charming smiles of hers that I had seen her put on far too many times when she was in the mood to ruin someone.
"Oh, am I?" she said softly, inclining her head just enough to let her hair fall over one shoulder. "And what might I be searching
for
?"
The guy straightened immediately, clearly encouraged by what he mistook for genuine interest.
"A good time," he said smoothly. "Lucky for you, I specialize in that. Hi, nameās Kyle."
He extended a hand, which she took immediately, her smile widening just a bit more.
If youād asked me a few months ago, I wouldāve called it a pretty convincing smile.
But now that I had seen her real laugh and her real smile, I could immediately spot the difference. This one lacked even a hint of warmth or amicability.
Thatās not to say it wasnāt a beautiful smile. It really was, to the extent that I felt a little annoyed for some reason I didnāt want to rationalize.
"Juliana," she replied to the introduction, her voice dropping into a deep, sultry tone that was smooth as silk and full of attractive confidence. "And I do like specialists."
Kyle chuckled, his shoulders loosening as his confidence swelled. The poor guy was hooked.
I leaned back in my seat, watching the exchange unfold with mild interest... and a touch of pity.
Juliana pulled her hand back slowly, letting the touch linger while batting her lashes and holding his gaze.
I didnāt know how he missed her eyes briefly drifting to his watch, then his shoes, then the family crest pinned to his collar.
It was probably because he was too captivated at this point. Or maybe he
wanted
her to notice his wealth.
Either way, she had just done a complete scan to reach a full evaluation of his net worth, lineage, and insecurity level. All in under three seconds.
Efficient as always.
"So, how do you use your...
specialty
, handsome?" she asked, lightly tracing the rim of her empty glass with one finger. It was such a slow and intentional motion, making the guy think he was the one in control.
"Oh, you know," he smirked, leaning closer. "Making sure beautiful women such as yourself donāt spend their nights bored. Come on, why donāt you join me on the floor?"
Julianaās lashes lowered.
"Mm," she hummed. "How generous. But currently, Iām parched."
Michael sniffled beside me. "This reminds me of her..."
"Shut up," I muttered under my breath.
Kyle, blissfully unaware of the tragedy sitting two feet away from him, focused entirely on the girl and pressed on. "Oh, well, why donāt I get you a drink first?"
I wanted to facepalm. What a dumbass! Couldnāt he see she was obviously leading him straight into a pit?
But I guess he wasnāt entirely to blame. Men have always been easy victims for a pretty face.
Juliana paused just long enough to make it feel like heād have to earn the answer, then she smiled at him again. "Yes. That would be very nice."
He grinned like heād just conquered a nation. "Great! What are you having?"
Juliana glanced at her empty glass... then, very discreetly, her eyes flicked to me.
Oh, dear heavens. I realized exactly what she was doing.
She was going to make a complete buffoon out of this poor soul.
God, she was evil.
...Was I enjoying this?
She turned back to Kyle. "Something strong. I trust your judgment."
"Of course you do," he said, puffing out his chest slightly.
If you didnāt catch that, she just gave him validation.
Validation... is the cheapest currency in the world, and yet the most effective.
Her prey turned to leave, but before he could even take a single step, she called out, "Wait."
Kyle stopped dead in his tracks like a puppy on a leash. Juliana rested her chin lightly against her knuckles, looking as if a thought had suddenly occurred to her.
"It would be rather... awkward," she began, sounding really apologetic, "if I were the only one drinking."
Kyle seemed confused. "Oh?"
So she gestured lazily across the table. "My friends."
Michael, who still looked like someone life had personally wronged, raised his head slightly. I also gave Kyle my most pleasant smile.
Juliana continued in that same coquettish tone. "Theyāve had a... long evening. It would mean a lot."
Kyle hesitated for a fraction of a second, but no more than that. The lure was too strong. "Yeah. Yeah, of course. No problem. What are you guys having?"
I didnāt even wait and said cheerfully, "Surprise me. I
also
trust your judgment."
Michael sniffed in response. "Something that makes me forget I exist."
Kyle laughed awkwardly. "Haha... yeah, I got you."
He didnāt. But he was certainly going to try.
Julianaās smile deepened just a touch as she watched him walk away. Then, once he was safely out of earshot, she leaned back into her seat as the mask slipped away.
"Idiot, right?" She looked far too pleased with herself.
...Hmm.
So this was what she looked like when she was actually having fun.
The look on her face right now...
It wasnāt anything like the composed and calculating stillness she usually wore like armor. Nor was it the cold and detached glare she carried into fights.
Right now, there was a fervent glint in her eyes... and a very slight blush across her cheeks that was barely visible under the club lights.
It was no secret to me that she usually felt either nothing at all or a very dampened version of
normal
human emotions.
But controlling someone like a puppet was one of the few things that gave her a rush.
I let out a quiet chuckle. "Youāre evil."
She glanced at me and feigned offense, though the glint in her eyes only intensified. "Iād say Iām a provider. I just provided for the group."
I rolled my eyes. "I have enough money on me to buy the entire bar, you know?"
Juliana went silent, raising an eyebrow before giving me a smile that was entirely different from the one sheād given Kyle.
Ba-dumpā!
...W-What the fuck?
Until that exact moment in my life, I donāt think Iād ever truly understood the phrase
"heart skipping a beat."
I... think I did then.
The sound of my own heartbeat was
insultingly
loud in my ears, and all of a sudden, I felt ridiculously out of breath.
Using that same sultry tone from before, she regarded
me
this time. "Taste the free drink and tell me it isnāt more satisfying."
Before I could reply, assuming I was still capable of finding useful worlds and arranging them into a comprehensible sentence at allā
Michael wiped his nose. "Lily never manipulated strangers for alcohol..."
That broke the moment, and our eye contact... and Julianaās smile. She had to physically pinch the bridge of her nose to restrain herself from committing a felony in the middle of the VIP lounge.
Then, she went right back to lecturing him.