Subtle.

Angel decided to play it subtle, maybe acting in a way that would intrigue Victor but also leaving him want more. She slowly grabbed two glasses that were close to her, but slightly stuck out her bum ever so slightly.

"Can I get either of you anything?" asked Angel in a warm and welcoming tone. She saw out of the corner of her eye Victor look at her face, then at her curvy behind for a few moments before answering.

"Sure, I'll go with a vodka soda with the Grey Goose," replied Victor after reverting his gaze back to Angel's face. He then turned his head to the right and motioned to the woman to order. Without really moving or acknowledging him, the woman in the corner simply asked for the same. Angel placed the two glasses to the side then strategically went to the other side of the ice bucket. As she pulled the cork from the bottle of vodka, she caught Victor stealing a glimpse of her breasts jiggling in their black bikini encampment. She gave a slight smile that made Victor look away quickly.

Angel first gave the woman in the corner in her drink, bending slightly so Victor could get another quick view of her backside. She then walked over to Victor who was studying her every move with a smirk. Leaning in to hopefully catch his curious eyes in her cleavage, she handed the attractive man his drink. Victor thanked her as he took a sip, his eyes still open to watch her sit down next to him. Angel was now close enough to smell his cologne, the hint of florals and wooden amber overwhelmed her senses, driving her to be even closer to him.

"Now is there anything you need from me Victor while I'm here?" Angel offered as she sat down next to Victor. She made it a point to lower her voice but still didn't want any part of her to touch the man just yet.

"Well I can think of a few things," Victor responded back with a smirk. Before Angel could respond, or really even react, she heard the woman behind her.

"Jesus Victor she's the staff, leave her alone to do her job," the woman crewed him out as she stood up. She quickly finished her drink in a second long gulp. "I'm gonna head to the pool," she announced as she walked out without making eye contact with either Angel or Victor. As soon as the curtain of the cabana fell back into place with his companion's exit, Victor slowly placed his hand on Angel's knee.

"Please forgive me if I have caused any insult to you," Victor apologized in his smooth and soft voice.

"Not a problem at all!" Angel assured him. She then placed her hand on his and looked deep into his eyes. "I'm going to make a few more rounds and be back to check on you."

"I'll be counting the minutes until your return," said Victor, holding up his drink as a makeshift cheers to her. Angel gave a genuine smile as she stood up and picked up her tray. Just as she was about to walk out she heard Victor make a noise in his mouth as he took a sip, causing her to turn around. "I almost forgot to ask, what is your name my dear?"

"Camelia," she replied, still having the same smile as before. She once again turned around and pulled the curtain opened.

"Fuck!" Angel yelped as a large man in a Player Club polo shirt stood right outside the curtain.

"I'm sorry Victor, is this waitress bothering you?" the man in a very low voice asked, almost ignoring Angel's presence completely.

"She wasn't until you scared the shit out of the poor girl!" he called back to the staff member. "She is doing a fantastic job, which is more than I can say about the management around here." Victor stood up, his unbuttoned shirt seemingly floating around his muscular body. "Now I expect Camelia here to be my private server for the rest of the night, and I will have your head on a pike if you even think about interrupting again!" For a quick second Angel got chills from Victor's anger. He was shorter than the club manager but definitely seemed like a man nobody wanted to mess with.

"O-of course V-Victor," the large man apologized, his low voice now cracking and losing all intimidation. He quickly nodded to Victor and Angel before leaving the cabana like a dog with its tail between its legs. Victor took another sip of his drink and took a deep breath. His anger riddled faced now slowly changing to his earlier more cheerful self.

"Apologies for that Camelia, could you please go ask the bartenders for the specialty Bordeaux Red Blend and return to have a drink with me?" softly offered Victor, sounding as he was truly sorry for the way he defended her. "That will be the last order you will be taking for quite a while tonight if you'd like as I don't think he'll be around for a while."

Fucking bingo, Angel thought to herself. "Of course Victor, be right back."