June nudged Yellena, "Come on! Just go! You know we could win that money if you just join the damn contest!"
Yellana looked around the establishment. It was a relatively full house, Cha-Cha's Chance Room was a pretty booming spot for night life on weekends. It was a club that hosted events a few times a month, so very often customers got more than just excellent dance music. Tonight they were having a dance contest and the winner got a thousand dollars plus a second appearance at one of the posh upscale clubs. While it sounded all swell and good June and Yellena were not there for that. Yellena was on a mission.
"I don't think so, June. I'm not here to salsa. I just want to have a good time." Yellena fidgeted with the clasp of her purse.
"Psh! What you got to lose? You've been dancing since you were four!" June egged on. Apparently, June hadn't gotten the message. It wasn't about the dance. Yellena turned away from the stage and walked back to the bar, June on her heels.
"I'll think about it, June, just not right now." Yellena was feeling flighty and nervous. Despite what her friend thought it wasn't because of the crowd or the dancers that she was nervous. There was some other kind of tension in the crowd directed toward her and it was a familiar feeling. For the life of her, Yellena couldn't pick out the culprit who directed his attentions toward her. Normally she was really good at this; being raised by werewolves taught one the subtleties of a changing crowd. Yellena quit dancing with this particularly pushy guy who kept trying to get his hand up her skirt. After slapping his hand and pushing him away she meandered her way through the crowd. Upon reaching the bar she was greeted by one of her father's pack members. She flagged the bartender over and ordered herself a drink. It was her first one for the night, June was already on her third and flirting furiously with a guy for a fourth.
Yellena just couldn't get with that, not in the least. She slid onto a recently vacant stool and greeted the man who gave it to her. James was one of her father's Betas. She shrugged her blazer off her shoulders. The mini-dress she wore was a cowl neck made to purposely fall right between her cleavage. It came in gently to hug the hips and the back was embroidered. Twirling her dark brown dreadlocked hair in one hand, she brought it over her shoulder, exposing the back of her neck and shoulder, her blemish free copper-brown skin glowed under the bar light.
Samuel had spotted and recognized the female from the moment she stood by the stage. Yellena St. James was her name and she was the adopted daughter of the Alpha who ran the Northeast territories. Adopted by default because she was left at Alpha Henri's estate gate. It was perfect timing from what he heard and no one ever came forward to claim her. Samuel had only seen her a handful of times in various stages of her life, from the girl of two who defiantly stomped on his foot when he opposed her father in a meeting. Everyone knew she was hiding under the table but if Alpha Henri wasn't going to mention it the rest would follow; until she kicked Samuel that is. He smiled at the thought.
Yellena was leggy, about 5'7 in height, copper-brown skin dotted with freckles. She wasn't really curvaceous, but those supple limbs were deceptive. She had a dancer's body and therefore strong enough to give any werewolf stepping out of line a good right hook. The last time he saw her she was maybe fourteen or fifteen, maybe.
She must be about twenty-four now.
He thought. Samuel had heard she was a force to be reckoned with. Quick to speak her mind, determined to get what she wanted, but absolutely fun-loving. But something seemed to have her distracted tonight.
Truth was he wasn't planning on coming out tonight but a former co-worker and pack member encouraged him. Samuel wasn't the partying type but every one in a while he went out to socialize- and get laid- outside of the pack. From the moment Yelena had walked in and he spotted her, his instinct to protect kicked in. She was one of their own. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly to have his host's daughter harmed in anyway. Of course, Yellena had been too preoccupied with her friend to notice him watching her. They were having a conversation about something and she kept shaking her head. There was too much noise in the club for him to pick out a single word of their conversation. Samuel had no doubt her friend was trying to talk her into dancing in the contest. He watched as the two girls danced with various guys and growled as she had to push away a particularly pushy guy. When the two girls separated Samuel knew it was his time to make his move.
He crossed the floor with ease plopping himself down on a bar seat and waited. James, his co-worker had been sitting next to him. The two were pretending to discuss other things but when she approached the bar, James got up and winked at Samuel.
"James..." Yella paused, smirking upon recognizing the man. "Not here to keep an eye on me I hope?"
"Come now, darling!" James kissed her on each cheek, "You're old enough to have more than a bit of naughty fun."
Yellena laughed and took James's seat.
Samuel watched her from the corner of his eye, sipped his own drink. He noted her movements were graceful and practiced as she raised her hand and out of thin air the bartender was summoned to do her bidding. Samuel smiled; she seemed to have some sort of effect on people.
"Raspberry Martini, please. Olive on the side." She smirked playfully at the bartender. Immediately the bartender got to work making the martini, then placed it in front of her. "Thank you."
She took out her wallet to pay but a card slid across the bar, "I'll be paying for any of the lady's drinks tonight."
Yellena's hazel eyes looked up at Samuel's honey-brown ones, his slacks seemed to tighten a little. It was strange, even when he saw her at fourteen he never felt compelled to win a place in her heart like so many others.
"Nice try, Mister." She slid his card back at him and handed the bartender her cash. He wondered if she recognized him at all.
Samuel grinned, "I had a feeling that wouldn't work."
"Clearly it did to an extent. You have my attention." She smiled at him, turning in her seat to face him. She crossed her legs and tilted her head to the side, "To what do I owe to gain the merit of your drink. You know, I'm not as easy as I look."
"Looking pretty has little to do with chemistry." Samuel scratched the scruff on his chin.
"Ah..." Yellena exaggerated and sipped her drink.
