Chương 5: Bar Talk
Andrew's POV
I listened closely, capturing every word and expression on her face, especially how happy she looked.
"So what's your favourite basketball team?"
I watched her eyes and the beautiful smile on her face as I waited for her answer.
"Well, I'm not going to tell. All I'll say is that they're not that great of a team. What about you though?"
"I don't really have a favourite but if I were to pick, it would be Boston Celtics."
Normally, as a Phoenix native, it would be Phoenix Suns. Unfortunately, I've never really been a fan of them. And my father's love for Lebron James didn't help.
"So you like leprechauns? And their famous pot of gold?"
She laughed, her perfect white teeth reflecting the club lights. I felt drawn to kiss her, her joke barely making me laugh.
"Well, I also like their cigars."
"If you say so. And your team has been having relatively good season runs. My team isn't as great as yours though. Still won't tell you which one."
"Alright. If you want to keep playing hard to get. At least, I can take consolation in the fact that my team will beat yours throughout the season."
She pouted her lips, staring at me with eyes that held slight annoyance. I laughed, happy to get one joke over her.
"So do you travel to Boston to watch their games? Or it's only when they're in your city?"
"Honestly, it's a bit of both. I can't always be there, but I try my best to get that courtside experience."
She stared at her drink, running her finger along the rim of the glass.
"Yeah, the courtside experience. The last game I went to see was with my dad. It's been a few years since then. Not really had the time."
She took a sip of her wine, peering at the bottom of her glass. I could feel a hint of sadness from her words. The conversation had to go somewhere else so immediately searched for a solution.
"Bethany, how much do you enjoy movies?"
She looked at me, dropping her glass on the counter.
"Just as much as I enjoy basketball. What about you?" A smile formed on her face and she looked excited.
I grinned, knowing that there was no way she would beat me at my own game. I lived for movies, losing myself in the endless supply of action, adventure, romance and fantasy.
There were a million and one movies and over a thousand genres, but I held true to what I loved.
"For one, consider me that little boy who grew up reading tons of books and then one day, some of those books got adapted into movies. Books are my first love, and movies are the first child."
"I guess your love for books trumps everything else then. As for me, I could never get myself to read enough, according to my father."
"Yes, fathers love to have a say in things like that."
She picked up her glass, downing the contents in one gulp. Luckily, its alcohol content was low or I would have to cart a drunk Bethany out of the club.
"I love a good book, Bethany. But when that book becomes a movie, I love the movie more."
She smiled, awkwardly at first but warmth soon returned. We managed to move the conversation forward, stirring her to ask me about the movies I've seen.
"I think I've seen all the classics in fantasy. Harry Potter, Merlin, Lord of the Rings, and anything else that's similar."
"I guess my love pales in comparison to yours. I've only been able to finish Harry Potter and that took a few years."
"If you want, I could pull the others out of my archives for us to watch together."
She stared at me, noticing the grin on my face as she took another sip.
I'm still talking to Bethany, getting to know as much of her as she would let me. It's so nice that we're into the same movie genres, and although she hasn't seen most of them, she doesn't mind me giving her the gist of the sci-fi movies I've seen.
"You sound and look so sophisticated, like a stock broker or something. How do you find so much time to watch movies?"
Her assumption couldn't be any further from the truth and I managed to suppress my laughter to a chuckle.
"If I told you it was a trade secret, would you let it go?"
"Definitely not."
"Okay. I'm nothing close to a stock broker. I'm a bit of a 'something', and it allows me to create my schedule."
I could see her face brighten as she paid full attention to my words.
I could easily tell her who I was, how much I was worth and every other detail about Andrew Jefferson, the billionaire CEO. But where was the fun in that?
"In that flexible schedule, I can fit in as many leisure breaks as I would like. And even vacations like these are quite common."
"If this is a vacation, Mr. Andrew, I'm curious to know what you do and where you live."
"You're definitely not getting any of that. If you want to keep secrets, then I'll keep secrets too."
Two hours later, we had our stools so close to each other that she could practically slide off her stool and onto my thighs.
Our faces were so close that I could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of alcohol and cigars from the club.
"You know what? Let's head out."
I hopped off the stool and gave her my hand, waiting for her to say yes. She stared at it till my wrist began to quake before taking it with a smile.
Fishing in my suit jacket, I pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and tipped Lisa. She had done amazingly well, making the night perfect.
I guided Bethany out of the club, taking in the clean air. I checked my watch; barely an hour to midnight.
"So where do you want us to go? I don't know the city that much."
We stood there, a few cars speeding past us and people walking past with smiles on their faces. I looked at the starless sky with a million thoughts in my mind.
"…place."
"Huh?"
I turned my head to Bethany, wondering what she had said.
"I said, we can go to your place. Where is it?"
I didn't give her an answer. Instead, I hailed a cab and ushered her in as we drove off.
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