Chapter 229

Harrison's piercing eyes locked onto Daphne. "Excuse me, miss? You're in my way. I'd like to dance with Mr. Falcon."

Her words sliced through the air like a challenge, demanding Daphne step aside.

Daphne's fingers curled into tight fists, her body rigid with defiance.

But the surrounding crowd quickly took Harrison's side. "Move aside, Ms. Sinclair!"

Daphne shot Harrison a venomous glare before reluctantly stepping back.

A triumphant smirk played on Harrison's lips. She'd seen Daphne's true colors, and this was just the beginning of her payback.

The real show was about to start.

Harrison's gaze met Nathaniel's. He hadn't looked away once, and she refused to be intimidated. With a slow, deliberate smile, she spread her legs and boldly climbed onto his lap, straddling his powerful frame.

The bar erupted in chaos.

"Damn, kitten! First woman to ever mount Mr. Falcon like that!" someone shouted.

Behind her sheer veil, Harrison transformed from ethereal beauty to seductive siren, her identity safely concealed.

She arched an eyebrow teasingly. "Seems Mr. Falcon never lacks female company. First Ms. Sinclair, and before that, the famous Isabella danced for him. I wonder if I even stand a chance."

"Make him remember your dance, and you'll definitely stand out," another voice joked.

Harrison's mischievous eyes locked with Nathaniel's. "Challenge accepted."

Her body began moving with the music.

The tight black dress accentuated every curve as her waist swayed like a serpent - hypnotic, deadly, irresistible.

She rolled her hips deliberately, the sheer black stockings drawing every eye in the room while seated firmly in Nathaniel's lap.

The bar descended into madness. Men shouted, moving in sync with her rhythm. More bodies pressed closer, trying to match her movements.

Pure, unadulterated passion filled the air.

Nathaniel's dark eyes burned with dangerous intensity. While others saw only a mysterious seductress, he recognized her immediately. Harrison.

Who authorized this outfit? What game was she playing?

The hungry stares from surrounding men made his jaw tighten. Was she here to enchant the entire damn bar?

As his gaze traced her mesmerizing movements, Nathaniel's mind raced. How many facets did this woman possess?

Ice queen. Seductress. Firebrand.

Every version of her was intoxicating.

Mid-dance, Harrison suddenly felt strong arms encircle her waist, yanking her against a rock-hard chest.

She looked up into Nathaniel's smoldering gaze. Her lips curved. "Mr. Falcon, what-"

"Harrison. What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Her smile faltered. He'd recognized her? That fast?

Shoving against his chest, Harrison scrambled off his lap and disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey kitten, where you running to?" voices called after her.

The music cut abruptly. The manager took the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, our mysterious dancer's performance has concluded. Thank you for your enthusiasm."

The crowd dispersed reluctantly, still buzzing with excitement.

One man chuckled, nudging Nathaniel. "First Isabella, now this wildcat. So, Mr. Falcon, which dance did you prefer?"