Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. All unrecognizable characters belong to me. Results from quizzes are featured in this chapter.
This chapter was so much fun to write! God, I love Alat!
-Why?-
15 – You're Sexy
By Euphrosyne
To reach the sassy girl, he would have to risk safety, maneuvered over a brilliant diversion…!
But since he was so darn lazy, he simply slipped past the guards into the empty booth.
Lunging forward to grasp the blond, Rye held the guards back with a flick of a wrist. She continued eating her cheesecake.
"That looks good, Miss Riley Le-"
"The mistress's food is specially handcrafted by the chef himself. A simpleton such as you will never sample such-"
"Jeez, don't get your panties all in a bunch. One would think I killed your mother or something!"
The joke was not funny.
Dabbing the corners of her lips with a napkin, the heiress waved off the guards and raised a brow. "What do I owe this unexpected company, Alat?"
"On first names bases now, are we?"
Silence.
"Well, you sure fixed yourself up real nice. I always found you sexy-"
"I have better things to do-"
"No no, hear me out, I'm judging you." His bold tone bought him homage. "Smart and sexy, that's what you are. Your intellect put you in a class above the rest, creating a sexual aura that's untouchable by people who possess nothing more than a pretty face…"
She stopped.
Brief interested? Alat smiled and continued.
"You have people and intellectual smarts and are able to juggle them accordingly. Your sense of the world at large and the world around you draw people to your mind, and what a beautiful mind it is…"
Rye rolled her eyes but couldn't help smirking.
"Whether you look the part in horn-rimmed glasses and a freshly pressed suit or simply in t-shirt and jeans, your style really takes off when you flaunt your intellectual prowess. You're probably happier volunteering for a good cause like tutoring kids than spending all night partying with friends- well, at least most of the time." He winked. "You've read the classics, or at least know of them, and get the greatest rush when you can fully connect with people both body and mind. While you may have the looks as well, it's your brain that turns heads wherever you go…"
Satisfied, Alat leaned back to examine the girl's expression.
Indifferent!
"Are you done with your speech?" She took a sip of water.
"What? No 'Oh, Alat, that's so sweet! Wanna sleep with me?'" The girl simply ignored him. "Fine, put up a struggle. I like that. At least give me an analysis. What kinda sexy do you think I am?"
There was no shutting him up. Only until she replied would he stop ranting.
"Hot and sexy."
"Oh, really?"
"Hmm. When you enter a room, all eyes gravitate towards you like a moth to a flame…"
The boy shrugged modestly at the guards, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder.
"People can't help but notice you. Maybe it's how you causally move through a crowd or that glow you give off when you flash that smile. You're hot and it shows. Could it be the eyes that say it all about you, the jeans that fits just right, or the casual way you saunter across a room looking confident from all angles? You have an air about you that commands respect from men and women alike. You possess such outward strength that people ache to be around you. When you speak, people hang onto your every word. You are so fully of charisma and cachet that, whether in a business or social setting, you can gauge the mood and offer the right compliment or provocative statement for any scene. Do you have a secret intuition about how people work? Just maybe, and that's one of the sexist things about you…"
He grinned. "Now that's hot. See, I was right about you. You're too smart for the rest of us. I can see what Tala sees in you. You've got potential."
"Lets not talk about that boy-"
"No no, let's hear what type of sexy he is-"
"Tala is a selfish, hypocritical man and I have no opinion of him."
Alat laughed at her stubbornness. "You know, you and I are very similar in ways. Hot, smart, sexy, bound by the stupidity of others-"
"Is that your attempt of flirting?"
"No, no-"
"Fine, I take that back-"
"Finish that sentence off. What were you going to say?"
The raven-haired girl crossed her arms and leaned back. "Join us."
"I'm sorry?"
"You would make a nice addition to the Lee Clan."
"I'd prefer to start my own clan thank you very much."
She didn't expect a different answer. Topic change. "Heard you won your battle against the White Tigers."
"Official replacements of the Demolition Boys. Come check us out, I'd love to hear you scream my name…"
Silence. More sipping.
"Alright, fine. But now I'm serious. If your 'husband' permits, I would like to see you again; you're good time passing."
As if on cue, Tai entered the room, a dozen roses in hand. Respectfully bowing at his fiancé, Tai narrowed his eyes at the blond.
"Tai, this is Alat, and Alat, this is my fiancé, Tai."
The heir smiled at the intro. "I made dinner reservation for the two of us. I thought it would be nice-"
She wasn't hungry but nodded anyways.
"Ash and I are performing tomorrow at the gala. It would mean a lot to me if you could come."
The permission, the formality, the distance. Alat saw it all.
"Okay." She couldn't refuse. Rye whispered to one of the guards before politely excusing herself from the table. Tai bowed a goodbye.
Watching the pair and their entourage leave, the blond propped his feet on the table. A waiter suddenly appeared, waiting for the boy's acknowledgement before placing a small dish in front of him.
A slice of cheesecake.
"On the house, monsieur. Courtesy of Miss Riley Lee."
Thanking the server, Alat lifted the fork to sample the dessert. The cake's ornate jelly decorations caught his attention.
"Three days. Same place, same time. Be there."
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