Rhani (Dragons of Kratak Book 3)

by Ruth Anne Scott

  I had to admit, it was gorgeous. It felt like an edgy, hip, place. And as I scanned the faces of the other patrons – not easy to do with how dim the lighting was, I saw several faces I recognized. Actors. People I'd seen in television shows or movies. I was floored by the Hollywood royalty I saw having dinner.

  I pointed to a man in a dark suit. “Is that –?”

  “Yes,” Piper said, grabbing my hand and putting it back down at my side. “It is. Don't point and stare.”

  I was a little stung by her tone. She'd obviously forgotten that this was her world and I was just passing through it. I didn't operate in this space and wasn't used to the rules and niceties it entailed. But I could understand her not wanting me to embarrass her – or make some celebrity uncomfortable – by freaking out when I saw them.

  Still, she could have been a little less sharp and grabby with me.

  We were taken to our table and as we wound our way through the dining room, I couldn't help but notice the number of celebrities that were having dinner. Nor could I help but notice that a few of the men in the restaurant were eyeing me up and down as I walked by their table. The scrutiny I was getting made me feel keenly uncomfortable. The shortness of the skirt and the fact that my breasts felt like they were about to explode out of my top only deepened that feeling of discomfort.

  This was most definitely not my world.

  We were seated at the table and Piper leaned forward conspiratorially, a gleam in her eye. “Did you see how many guys were checking you out when we walked through?”

  “I think they were checking you out, Pip.”

  She shook her head. “Oh no, I caught two or three looking at your ass,” she grinned. “And one of them just so happened to be somebody I know you had the hots for back in college. Or at least, you said you did after that one movie.”

  I giggled and felt my cheeks flaring with heat. “Shut up.”

  She shrugged. “It's true,” she said. “I saw it. You could have just about any man in this restaurant take you home tonight.”

  “I'm going home with you, Pip.”

  She grinned again. “That's fine, but I'm not putting out.”

  I reached across the table and smacked her hand playfully. Honestly, it felt good to be with Piper, laughing and having a good time. It was a little bit flattering to think that some of the men in the restaurant had been checking me out.

  I'd buried it in a deep, dark place a long time ago, but that want to be desired was still within me. I wanted to feel sexy. Wanted to be somebody's object of longing and lust. I pretended that I didn't and preferred my own company. And for the most part I did. But truth be told, there was a small sliver inside of me that wanted to be wanted. I'd just managed to lie to myself about it for so long that even I believed it.

  I looked at the menu and was completely lost. And when I looked at the prices, I thought I was going to throw up. Business at the bookstore was good, but it wasn't that good. Piper snatched my menu out of my hand.

  “My treat,” she said. “And worry not, I'll order us something good.”

  “My life is in your hands,” I said.

  The waitress came by and Piper ordered a bottle of wine and an appetizer with a fancy sounding name I'd never heard of to start. When the waitress came back, she opened a bottle of white wine, let Piper taste it, and when she nodded, poured us both a glass.

  “I'll be back in a moment with your appetizer,” she said before turning and disappearing.

  I raised my glass and looked at my friend. “Congratulations to you, Pip,” I said. “I'm so proud of you and know that your star is only going to shine brighter. I love you.”

  She smiled at me and her eyes shone with tears. It melted my heart because Piper was usually so controlled with her emotions. She held herself tightly in check and rarely cried. Frankly, I couldn't think of the last time I'd seen her in tears.

  She clinked her glass against mine. “I love you too, Astrid,” she said. “I've never had a better friend and I never will. And I just love you so damn much.”

  The waitress returned and set a plate down that had some sort of food concoction sitting in the middle of it. The only thing recognizable to me though, were the shrimp.

  “Let's dig in,” Piper said.

  I was a little hesitant about trying it – I tended to stick with things I liked and knew were good. Change had never been my friend. But when I did, my mouth exploded with flavor. I chewed and felt my eyes roll back into my head as I savored it. It truly was one of the best things I'd ever tasted before in my life. It might have even been close to Pete's sub in terms of sheer gastrointestinal bliss.

  “Good, right?” Piper asked.

  “Amazing,” I replied. “Just amazing.”

  The waitress came back again and Piper gave her our dinner orders. When she left, we continued digging into the appetizer. After a while, we got so deep into our conversation that I forgot completely about how self-conscious I felt in that dress. It was great catching up with her. Given how much she worked – as well as my penchant for avoiding human contact – I didn't get to spend a lot of time with her. So, some real quality time with her filled up places in my heart I'd forgotten even existed.

  I loved Piper and knew that when she pushed me to do things like this, to step outside my comfort zone, it was because she loved me and because she wanted to see me happy.

  I didn't even know how long we'd been sitting there talking, but when I looked up, our dinner plates were being cleared and our bottle of wine had been drained. I was feeling a little flushed – wine did that to me – but thankfully, not lightheaded or tipsy.

  I was sad though, that our meal was coming to an end because I wasn't sure when I would get to see her again, let alone spend a good few hours with her – especially now that she was going to be made junior partner in her firm.

  “So, don't look or anything,” she said. “But, there's this guy who's been eyeballing you really hard for the last ten minutes or so.”

  I had to physically restrain myself from looking all around to see who she was talking about. It was a natural reaction when somebody told you not to look – you looked! But trying to avoid embarrassing her, I managed to play it cool.

  “Who is it?” I asked, flashing her a grin. “You recognize him? Is he a movie star?”

  “He could be,” she said. “The guy is hot and looks like he has an amazing body.”

  “How do you know he's not staring at you?”

  She gave me a smile. “Hon, I know when somebody's staring at me. I've been at this game long enough,” she said. “And he is most definitely scopin' you out.”

  “What does he look like?”

  “Tall. Short dark hair, dreamy black eyes,” she said. “Great body. Built like a linebacker. Very fashionable. Probably filthy rich. Very likely, amazing in bed.”

  “What's a linebacker?”

  She cocked her head at me and laughed. “That kind of description and that's what you come back with? That's the takeaway there?”

  “I like words,” I replied, grinning. “I like learning new ones.”

  “It's a football player. I think he's the throwy ball guy or something, I don't know. I'm not a football person,” she said. “My point though, is the guy is fit and rocked up – and he looks like he wants to have you for dessert.”

  “Can I look?” I asked.

  “Over your right shoulder,” she said. “Just a casual glance, though. Don't look too needy or too crazy. Just try to give him your best look of indifference.”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “That's how you play the game, hon,” she said.

  I laughed and shook my head. A look of indifference wouldn't be too difficult. Most people saw me as cold, aloof, and indifferent anyway. I cleared my throat and rolled my shoulders, dramatically loosening up and making Piper laugh – which was the point.

  I turned my head and looked behind me. Standing at the bar holding a tumbler of something was a man tha
t looked exactly like how Piper had described him – and yet, he was so much more than that. He was a beautiful man. A really, really beautiful man. And as I looked at him – and he looked straight back at me – I felt my heart start to race and my stomach begin to lurch. He raised his glass to me and tipped me a wink, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

  I quickly turned back around and stared at Piper wide-eyed. “Oh, my God,” I said. “He's gorgeous. And he was totally staring at me.”

  “I told you,” she said. “I totally think you should go over there and talk to him.”

  “I can't,” I said. “There's no way I could ever do something so – bold.”

  “We need to break you out of your shell, missy,” she said. “Why not start here?”

  “So not ready,” I said. “I'm a shut-in, remember?”

  Her eyes lit up and her smile widened. Something was happening behind me and I was afraid to turn around to see what it was.

  “Never mind about going over there to talk to him,” she said.

  “Good,” I let out a long breath.

  “He's coming over here,” she replied.

  I felt my stomach drop into my shoes. “What? Are you serious?”

  “Oh yeah,” she said. “This is going to be magical.”

  My skin suddenly felt clammy, my stomach was in knots, and I wasn't sure if I was going to throw up or not. Yeah, this was going to be magical alright.

  Chapter Six

  Quint

  I couldn't take my eyes off her from the moment I saw her. There was something about her that was – intoxicating. She and her friend were having dinner and I didn't want to interrupt – as tempting as it was. So, I figured that I'd wait until they were done with their meals and then go introduce myself to the mysteriously compelling woman.

  “Andrea,” I called to the waitress. “Can you come over here for a minute?”

  The waitress who'd been serving the woman and her friend made her way over to me and flashed me a demure little smile. I knew she had a crush on me and as tempting as it was to take advantage of that sometimes, I wouldn't let myself give in to it. Leading her on that way – though, I figured she'd be incredible in bed – wasn't the right thing to do.

  I knew I could be a jerk in some ways, but I always did try to do the right thing. I believed in my code and part of it was to be a good, honorable man.

  “What can I do for ya, boss?” she asked in a way that carried a not-so-subtle double meaning.

  “When table thirty-three is done eating, let me know, okay?” I asked. “I'd like to have dessert sent over.”

  She looked back at the table and then turned to me, the disappointment in her eyes plain as day.

  “Yeah, sure thing,” she said, her voice subdued.

  “Thanks, I appreciate it,” I said. “You're doing a great job, by the way. Thank you for all of your hard, diligent work.”

  She looked like she wanted to say something, but instead, she plastered on a smile that was obviously phony and nodded.

  “Anything for you,” she said and gave me a wink before turning away.

  She was nothing, if not persistent. I had to give her that. I busied myself with other tasks that needed to be done as I waited, but always kept my eye on the two women. When it looked like they were finishing up, I headed over to the bar. Leaning against it, I had my bartender Mike pour me a scotch.

  “Here ya go, boss,” he said as he slid me a tumbler.

  “Thank you.”

  I took a sip, relishing the feel of the burn as it slid down my throat. I looked at Mike who was grinning like a kid who had a secret and was dying to share.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I see you got your eye on table thirty-three,” he said. “That blonde – she's smokin'. Gonna take a run at that?”

  The crude way the younger generation today said things was sometimes – off-putting. But, I had to remind myself they were of a different generation. Or rather, I was from a different generation. A very, very different generation. I still believed in being polite and courteous. I didn't “take a run” at a woman, I simply tried to get to know her.

  Yes, I had been known to give in to my carnal desires every now and then – I was after all, a member of the Fire Clan and our passions were known to run extremely hot. But I was always respectful and never overstepped my bounds. I most certainly never referred to a lady the way kids today seemed all too comfortable doing.

  But – this world belonged to them. To their generation. I was merely a visitor, in the bigger picture.

  “The blonde is very attractive, no question,” I said. “But what do you think about the redhead?”

  Mike looked over, cocked his head, and then shrugged. “She's okay, I guess. Cute. A little too thick for my tastes though,” he said. “Nothing like that blonde though. That one's a total hottie.”

  I smiled. “Thank you, Mike.”

  He gave me a curious look, but then smiled and walked away to tend to his other customers at the bar. It was curious to me that I could feel so compelled by this woman and yet Mike, a warm blooded human man, thought she was “okay.” Or maybe, “cute.”

  But then, kids his age had fickle tastes. Perhaps being much older, my tastes didn't stray to the stereotypical Southern California girl. I didn't know what it was, but the redhead drew me like I don't believe I'd ever been drawn before. She was magnetic.

  I watched as their table was cleared and when Andrea was bringing out the dessert, I made my way over. The blonde watched me coming and looked entirely amused, while the redhead sat ramrod straight, looking pointedly in the other direction, looking entirely uncomfortable.

  I stood before their table just as Andrea arrived with one of Chef Maurizio's special desserts – this one looked like a large molten chocolate cake of some sort. I wasn't really that up to date with his menu. I trusted his judgment and knew he was one of the premier chefs in the city – which meant I gave him wide latitude in creating Heat's menu.

  And hey, it seemed to be working out pretty well so far.

  “Good evening,” I said.

  “Hello,” the blonde replied and then pointed at the dessert. “We didn't order this though.”

  “I took the liberty of having it sent over,” I said. “To thank you for joining us this evening.”

  A playful smile tugged at the corners of the blonde's mouth while the redhead was doing everything she could to avoid looking up at me. Her cheeks were bright red though, and she was fidgeting with her napkin – she was nervous.

  “Oh, well thank you very much,” the blonde said. “Are you the manager or something?”

  I gave her a small smile. “Owner, actually,” I said. “This is my place.”

  The blonde looked at me, clearly impressed. The redhead though, was still staring at the top of the table and hadn't said a word.

  “I have to say, your restaurant fully lived up to its reputation,” the blonde said.

  “Thank you,” I said and extended my hand. “My name is Quint.”

  The blonde shook my hand, her grip firm, confident. Very well dressed, not afraid to make direct eye contact, and spoke with an authoritative tone. If I had to guess, I'd have said that she was probably a lawyer.

  “I'm Piper,” she said. “And this is my best friend, Astrid.”

  The redhead jumped as if she'd been goosed – though, more likely, she'd been kicked under the table by Piper. She looked up at me and offered me a weak smile.

  “Hi,” she said. “I'm Astrid.”

  I took her hand and bent down, placing a soft kiss upon it. The color in her cheeks flared – it was a shade of red I was sure wasn't found in nature. But it was absolutely adorable on her. She looked though, like she wished she were anywhere but at that table. I knew I should have walked away and not added to her discomfort, but there was something keeping me there. Something beyond compelling and I was absolutely rooted to my spot by it.

  “Why don't you join us, Quint?” P
iper said, motioning to an empty chair.

  I gave her a thankful little smile and sat down. An awkward silence descended over the table for a moment as we all exchanged brief looks. I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat.

  “So – this is your first time here?” I asked, simply to fill the void.

  “Yeah, we're celebrating tonight,” Piper said.

  “Oh? And what are we celebrating?”

  “I'm being promoted at work,” she said. “I made junior partner in my firm.”

  “Excellent,” I replied. “Congratulations. Truth be told, I kinda knew you were a lawyer.”

  She cocked her head and looked at me. “Did you now? How so?”

  I shrugged. “In this business, you meet a lot of different people,” I said. “You get to know certain things about them, about how they carry themselves. You sort of develop a sixth sense about these kinds of things.”

  “Sixth sense, huh?” she raised an eyebrow. “Well then, Mr. Psychic, can you tell me what my dear friend Astrid does for a living?”

  Truth be told, I couldn't tell a lot of things about Astrid – like why she had this hold on me that she did. There was a connection there and in the few furtive glances she stole at me, I could tell that she felt it too. But I thought it best to not be too forward with her. I didn't want to spook her off until I had some answers.

  I rubbed my chin. “Honestly, she's a tough one to figure out,” I said. “What is it you do for a living, Astrid?”

  She looked up at me and then back down at the table again quickly. “I – I own a bookstore.”

  “Oh really?” I said. “That's excellent. I happen to be a bit of a reader myself.”

  She looked up at me – finally – without looking away a split second later. But the look in her eyes told me she was skeptical about my claim to be a reader. I gave her a big smile, daring her to test me.

  “And what's the last book you read?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “I'm partial to the classics, but I'll admit to enjoying a bit of brain candy now and then,” I admitted. “The last book I read though, was Crime and Punishment.”