shorter, with a round body.
“Hello, ladies,” the taller one said in a German accent that surprised them both. “What are you drinking over here?”
“Patron,” they said in unison.
Sohana couldn’t help giggling.
He held a hand out to her. “Henrik,” he said, and she shook his hand. “This is Ben.”
“Aimee and Sohana,” Aimee said quickly. She stepped closer to Henrik. “Let’s take a shot together, Henrik.”
“Yes,” a female voice thick with a British accent said. Everyone turned to the stunning blonde with the short haircut.
Sohana refrained from saying, wow . The young woman had a slim body that was showcased by the plunging neckline of her teal dress. The teal brought out the many shades of green in her eyes as she scanned the four of them.
“I see you’ve found my servants,” she said with a grin, nodding to Henrik and Ben. “How about that shot?”
“Sure,” Aimee said.
The young woman stepped past them in her black stilettos with a pencil-thin heel. “Bartender,” she called in that lovely accent that captured all of their attention. “A round of Patron shots with lime, please.”
She swirled around and held a hand out to Aimee. “Elisa Koenig. And you are?”
“Aimee.”
Elisa Koenig . Sohana swallowed and held out her hand. “Sohana.” The realization that the man she had seen was indeed Arthur hit her, and she looked around for him.
“Lovely. Who is ready for a bit of fun?” Without waiting for a reply, she turned to the bar and started handing out shots. “Down it, and let’s head back to our booth.” She held out her shot glass.
Sohana could tell by the look on Aimee’s face that although Elisa was aggressive, she sparked something in her. There was something about Elisa. She didn’t know if it was the accent, or her overall look and class, but they both wanted to be around her.
“Cheers,” Sohana said, and downed her shot. “Show us the way.”
“Right,” Elisa said. “This way.”
Sohana’s excitement grew as they crossed the room and entered the even more exclusive VIP lounge area. Eyes followed them as they walked past.
The women dancing on the podiums at each corner entranced her. Clad in black, jewel-encrusted bras, and black skirts that were short enough to expose a peek of their butts, they moved in unison, mirroring each other. The young women even had their hair cut in the same blunt bob despite their range of ethnicities. The beauty of it made Sohana smile.
“This place is incredible,” she whispered to Aimee.
“I told you,” Aimee said, giving Sohana’s hand a squeeze.
When they turned the corner to reach Elisa’s VIP booth, Sohana’s smile faded. Her eyes rested on one person. One man out of everyone around them.
Even in the dimly lit area she could tell that his eyes were a bright green. With his arms draped against the back of the leather seat he stared back at her. A look of amusement came to his face once he recognized her as well.
Arthur Koenig.
She looked away. “My god.”
Aimee glanced at her. “What?”
“It’s him,” she said. “Arthur Koenig. The man who may be my new boss.”
“Have a seat,” Elisa said with a bright smile. “I’ll buzz the waitress over and order more champagne.”
“Sweet,” Aimee said. “Let’s get this party started.”
Sohana sat in the seat closest to Arthur, leaving a little space in between them. She glanced at him once again. He sat up in his seat and ran a hand through his dirty blond hair.
“I want him,” she said, turning to Aimee.
Aimee raised a brow and glanced over at him. “Holy hell. Me too.”
Sohana nudged her in the ribs. “Not this one.” When she looked back at him, their eyes met once again. She tried to suppress her attraction for him. She didn’t want a repeat of what had almost happened with Gavin. But her research had revealed that Arthur was never married, and had been single for some time. The situation was