It was only fitting that he was working the Golightly gala, he might have been good enough to do the Bratva’s bidding on any given day but nowhere near as important as he needed to be in order to be actually invited to such a prestigious event. He knew very little of Bunny Golightly aside from what he had heard from Arielle in passing but clearly she was from a family with the sort of money that put Saudi princes and Wall Street bankers to shame. Tonight, he was tending bar, his baby sister had been asked by Dimitri fucking Valentina of all people to attend as his date, and this was Elijah’s way of keeping an eye on her while also making a bit of extra cash to help out with next week’s rent. Arielle had offered her services as a waitress for the evening as well, of course, but she had seemed so excited to wear a pretty dress and behave like a princess for one night only, even the thought of taking that away from her made him feel like a jackass.
So he was keeping an eye on his baby sister and her date that he didn’t at all approve of and he was working, slinging out beers and preparing ridiculously pretentious cocktails for the party’s over-privileged guests, he was midway through prepping yet another frozen rose beverage when a sudden gleam, a wisp of a girl really, came into his view. Ah. How could he have forgotten a face like that, let alone a body so fine that he hadn’t been able to stop himself from admiring it the moment they made? Alexandra Rothschild, in a glittering gold dress that would have brought any man to his knees, himself included.
“Lexie,” he said with a grin as he greeted her, he should have called her ‘miss’ or even ‘Madame Rothschild’, but her actual name was so much sweeter and he liked the idea of sharing a more personal discussion with the blonde heiress. He handed off the drink to the patron that had requested it before leaning forward against the bar, elbows resting against the marble top with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his forearms in plain sight, toned and muscular from years of hard, honest work. “What can I get you, dollface?”
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