Chapter 228 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

Celsie took in a deep breath, “Why are you interested in me? I mean, I’m sure that there are many other ladies who would want you even if you were jobless and couldn’t afford anything. So why me?”

Sparing a glance at her, Benne could tell from how tense she looked that his response mattered to her a lot, and as such, he needed to make sure that he didn’t just say the right thing, but he told her exactly how he felt about her.

He reached for her hand with his right hand, and raised her palm to his lips, kissing it softly, “How about I answer your question at the end of the day?” Benne asked, and Celsie gave him a nod as she tried to focus on what he said and not the fluttery feeling in her belly.

“And just so you know, I’m not trying to stall or anything. I just want to make sure you’re thinking straight before I say anything,” Benne added as he let go of her hand. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he didn’t know why he wanted her.

“Sure. I believe you,” Celsie assured him with a small smile.

A few minutes later Benne drove into the parking lot of a club Celsie recognized, and she sat up to look at the place in surprise before bursting into a peal of laughter, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She exclaimed as she looked from the building before them to Benne, and then back again.

Benne smiled as he watched her. He had guessed that bringing her back to the club where they had met was going to cheer her up a little, and he was glad to see that she looked excited.

“Since you’re so good at roleplays, how about we reenact the night we met? And then I will tell you why I’m so crazy about you, aside from the fact that you’re crazy,” Benne asked with a grin.

Celsie giggled again as she shook her head at him. It seemed like years since she was last there, even though she knew that it was barely a month ago. So much had happened in less than a month. So much had changed.

“Are we going to end the night at your friend’s mansion then?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“That’s if you’re drunk enough to be knocked out in the backseat of the car. So what do you say?” Benne asked, wriggling his brows playfully.

“This should be fun,” Celsie said with a grin as she let down the car visor mirror, “I’m not with my lens, and I’m still dressed in work clothes,” she complained as she let down her hair once again, and then fished inside her handbag for a lipstick.

“You still would have caught my attention with your hair up and glasses in place. The only reason I prefer seeing you without your glasses and with your hair down is that that’s the first version of you I saw,” Benne assured her as he watched her fuss over her appearance.

Celsie flicked him a smile, “You know you’ll have to go in first, right? I’ll be right behind you,” Celsie said as they both got out of the car and Benne gave her the car key.

Once he disappeared into the club, she adjusted her skirt and took off the blazers she was wearing. She threw the blazer on the backseat of the car, leaving just her gray-colored sleeveless turtleneck shirt which was tucked into a charcoal-colored knee-length bodycon skirt.

Satisfied with her appearance, Celsie combed her fingers through her hair one more time and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose before shutting the car and catwalking into the club.

She stopped by the entrance as she had done the first time, and let her eyes move around the hall. This time she wasn’t standing there as the naive and shy lady she was the last time, looking for a one-night stand. This time her eyes moved around until they settled on Benne who was already sipping from a glass of wine and was watching her intently.

“Hey, pretty!” One of the men called, but Celsie ignored him as she made her way towards the bar.

“Hello, Sam!” Celsie greeted the barman with a wide smile, and he looked at her for a moment as though he was trying to recall where he had seen her, and then his eyes lit up when he finally recognized her.

“Celsie, right? You look different. It’s the glasses, I think,” he observed with a welcoming smile which Celsie returned.

“I think so too,” Celsie said with a grin, pleasantly surprised that he not only remembered her face but her name too.

“How have you been? You settled in okay?” He asked as he went around the bar with a barstool which he moved to where Benne was seated as he had done the last time.

“Yeah. Got some really nice neighbors,” Celsie said as she sat down while ignoring Benne who now appeared to be busy with his phone.

“That’s great. You want a double martini?” Sam asked curiously, and Celsie turned to look at what Benne was drinking.

“I’d like to have what he is having,” Celsie said, and Sam looked from Benne to Celsie and then gave her a nod before walking away.

“It’s called a mojito,” Benne spoke from beside her.

“Excuse me?” Celsie asked as she pushed a stray hair behind her ear.

“I figured since you wanted to drink what I’m having, you should know what it is called,” Benne responded, “Hi, I’m Benny,” Benne said with a playful light in his eyes, and Celsie giggled at the joke.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Benny. You can call me Cinda Paris. So what do you do for a living?” Celsie asked, looking at him expectantly.

Benne looked around him as though he was nervous, and then signaled to her to come closer so that he could whisper the answer into her ears, “I’m a banker,” Benne waited for a second before adding, “I mean I’m a donor at the sperm bank.”

Celsie howled with laughter as Sam returned with her drink, and he looked at them both curiously, remembering that Benne had been the one who had taken her home the last time, “You both seem to be getting along quite well,” he observed with a small smile as he set down her drink.

They both exchanged a look but said nothing to him, as they watched him leave, “So what about you? What do you do?” Benne asked curiously.

Celsie leaned forward in her seat, “I’m a stripper,” she said in a sultry whisper, and Benne chuckled as he watched her. He could tell she was having fun. Not only were her cheeks filled with color, but her eyes were also filled with warmth and light.

One of the many things he loved most about her, was how easy it was to please her and get her to snap out of a bad mood. He intended to keep it that way. All he wanted was for her to always be happy, and he would be damned if he let Anita or anyone else disturb her peace.

While they were both at the club having fun, Anita who was seated in her living room watching the evening news, picked up her phone when it started ringing, “Yes?”

“I think you might like what I found,” the person at the other end of the line informed her.

The right side of Anita’s lips arched in a crooked smile, “Send it to my email. You can proceed with the others,” Anita said before hanging up.

For Celsie’s sake, she hoped that she would back out easily now that she was still playing nice and acting like a friend.. Things were going to get messy for everyone involved if Celsie failed to back out.

Celsie giggled tipsily as she danced with Benne on the dancefloor, while he just watched her with a smile on his lips, and his hands on her waist. He loved seeing her this carefree and without worries.

“So, Mr. Delgado, do you have a girlfriend?” Celsie asked, trying not to yell because of the loud music.

“Nope. I’m as single as a Pringle,” Benne informed her.

“I don’t have a boyfriend too. So why don’t we single pringles mingle?” Celsie asked, batting her lashes at him seductively, while Benne chuckled at the rhyme she just made.

“Uhm… I don’t mingle much. Relationships aren’t really my thing. I just want someone to take home with me tonight. It’s my first time…” Benne said in a loud whisper, and Celsie laughed out loud, slapping his shoulders playfully.

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