Attracting Attention

Halia kept one eye on Jackson as she continued to serve at the bar. She watched as the woman on his right took her hand off his knee to laugh and placed it back down, slightly above his knee. A moment later, she repeated that action, but this time her hand landed further up his thigh. Meanwhile the woman on his left kept shuffling in closer and closer. Even though he didn't seem interested, she seemed like she had a lot to tell him as she kept whispering in his ear.

Halia frowned.

Slightly distracted, she subconsciously spun the bottle in her hand as she served the next customer. The people at the bar quickly began to cheer.

Halia turned her attention back to the bar and realized what she was doing. She had actually learned some bar tricks a few years ago to perform at her father's birthday. Her family was in the alcohol trade, so it was an appropriate performance for the night.

Seeing all the cheers around her, Halia suddenly felt determined to attract Jackson's attention. That was her job, right? So, she grabbed a shaker and started pouring from the bottle she had just finished spinning. She then added a splash of juice and some ice and juggled it behind her back.

A small crowd gathered around and started clapping.

Over at the VIP booth, Jackson and the henchman noticed the crowd that was gathering around the bar. "What's happening over there?" the French man asked.

Jackson knew most of the bartenders at the bar and he knew some of them had some impressive tricks, so he said to the henchman, "Let's go have a look."

As Jackson walked across the dark club, he caught a glimpse of the woman behind the bar. She was not one of the regular bartenders, but...he quickly realized who she was.

"Isn't that the pretty nurse from the hospital?" one of his men pointed out.

Jackson stared at the woman. The sweet, innocent nurse he had just seen a few days ago, was now standing behind the bar looking like a totally different person.

The two women his men brought along, continued to cling to his arm as he approached the bar, but his eyes were completely focused on the familiar, yet mysterious woman ahead of him. What was she doing there?

At that moment, a man held a drink to Halia's face and asked her to drink with him. After what had happened with the two spiking incidences not too long ago, Halia was cautious, so she politely turned the man down, but the man wouldn't take no for an answer.

Jackson stood from a distance and furrowed his brows. He understood why she had turned the man down. After all, he was present both times she was spiked.

"Come on, drink this and I'll give you a big tip," the man said as he pulled out some money. The men next to him began to wolf whistle and cheer.

"I'm sorry, I can't drink on the job," Halia replied as she gently pushed the drink back to the man. But, the drink slipped and fell on the floor. Everyone gasped as Halia quickly ran out from behind the bar to clean up and apologize.

"I'm so sorry," she said as she looked at the man.

The man scanned Halia up and down and smirked. Her body was curvy, her legs were long and her slender waist peeked out from under her crop top. All her years of training in the police force had given her a perfectly toned figure that drove men crazy. With a perverted smile, the man grabbed her waist and pulled her towards his body, "Give me a kiss and I'll forgive you."

At that moment, a voice said calmly, "Let her go."

Everyone turned towards the voice and froze. "It's Jackson Wu," someone whispered.

Anyone that was a regular at the club knew who Jackson was. He had been a huge name in the underworld over the last 3 months and he was often seen at the club with gangsters and famous criminals.

The man quickly let go of Halia and raised his hands innocently, "Sorry, Brother Wu, I didn't know this was your friend."

Jackson glared at the man. He then stormed over, grabbed onto Halia's wrist and dragged her out of the club.