New Rules

There was a remix of Dua Lipa’s “New Rules” playing, and Mathilda heard the lyrics in her head over and over, 

“Don’t let him in, don’t be his friend.”

When Harry walked over to her she looked at him coolly as if she had nothing to hide—because she did not. She was not the woman he had known—that woman had been gone for quite some time now.

“I know this is a cliché, and you are going to think it is a line but you look a lot like someone I used to know?” he smiled, that smile.

“And in a strip club, would this lady you knew be in a strip club?” Mathilda picked up her drink without looking away from him.

Harry looked intimidated and very unsure. She saw his face fall.

“I just—you really looked like this woman I was in love with.”

“I hear that a lot.”

“I am sure a lot of men have been in love with you.”

“Love is manufactured—it is not a real thing.” Mathilda continued to stare at him. “Something else you want to say to me? Cause I really just wanted to sit here in peace. Alone.”

“Harry?” A tall man walked up behind Harry, and put his hand on his shoulder. “Are you bothering this lady?”

Mathilda grinned because she had met a lot of Harry’s associates but she had never met this man. He was tall and handsome, and he clearly had come over there to make sure that she saw him.

And she did.

He sat down which Harry had not been brave enough to do, but he sat down reluctantly after his associate did. Which made Mathilda smile all the more, but she was not interested in Harry. She did want to respond to the covert advances that his associate was making.

“Well, I am sorry gentleman but I do have to go to the water closet,” she stated with a faux British accent flourish on the end and looked at Harry’s associate for a bit longer than she needed to before she got up and walked away.

Of course he understood he was meant to follow her, and she did not see him at first but he appeared out of the shadows. Mathilda feigned surprise melodramatically, and they both started laughing.

“Harry,” he started. “was never a good closer.”

He pressed her to the wall, and Mathilda looked up at him before he lifted her chin even more with his fingers. Her body melted against his, because she was suddenly just that hot. He just looked at her, and she saw his dark eyes she was going to have to bring out a new set of rules.

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