Chapter 294 Pervert Uncle

Chapter 294 Pervert Uncle　　Once Harry walked through the door of the club, it didn't take him more than a minute to spot her. To his amazement, she was standing right there on the stage with another girl in a twerking contest while the crowd cheered them on.

What did she think she was doing up there? Harry mused as he walked further into the club, which was gradually getting filled with people even though it was just past eight in the evening.

Judging by how excited she had been over the phone and what she was doing right now, he could tell that she was more than a little tipsy. Else, what was she doing up there? How many glasses of alcoholic drink did she drink to be acting this way already? He wondered as he slowly made his way towards the bar to find out exactly what she had been up to from the barman.

Up on the stage, oblivious to Harry's presence Jade had her booty to the crowd in a squat position as she danced and twerked to the rhythm of the music the DJ was playing, and the crowd went wild with excitement when she did a split.

Seeing how most of the crowd were throwing dollar notes at her, Harry could tell that she was a pretty good dancer. An even better dancer than the other lady. And that was very surprising since he would never have guessed that she was that kind of person.

He knew that if half the people in the hall were to know that not only was she Thomas Hank's kid sister but also a very successful lawyer, they would all be very shocked as nothing about her gave away who she was. 

"Hello!" The barman greeted when Harry stopped in front of him.

"Hello!" Harry said distractedly as his gaze returned to the stage.

"She's a fine one, isn't she?" The barman asked as he followed Harry's gaze.

"Yes, she is. Huh?" Harry asked, turning to look at the young barman when he realized that he was answering a question he didn't understand. 

The barman chuckled, "What will you like to have?" He asked, and Harry shook his head. 

"Can't drink. I'm driving. I came to pick up someone," Harry explained, and the barman gave him a nod.

"I suppose that someone is the pretty lady with the pixie style haircut," the barman said, and Harry gave him a nod, "Is she your girlfriend?" 

"No."

"You don't look at her like she is not your girlfriend," the barman noted as he followed Harry's gaze.

"I don't look at her like she is anything. What exactly did she drink? And how many glasses did she have?" Harry asked, making that barman chuckle.

"The question should be, what exactly did she not drink? She wanted to try a shot of everything on this list," the barman said, waving a paper at Harry. 

"And you let her do that?" Harry asked, turning to glare at the barman. 

"I don't see why not. She is not underage, is she?" The barman asked, and Harry shook his head as he returned his gaze to the stage, his brows creased with concern. 

"Good news is she hasn't tried everything yet, so maybe you can stop her before she does," the barman said, just as the music stopped.

Jade, who had just finished dancing, turned her head in time to meet Harry's gaze, and his concerned expression turned into a glare when she flashed him a smile and raised both hands above her head to wave at him.

"Uncle Harry!" Jade screeched from the stage, and he closed his eyes in utter mortification and lifted a hand to cover his face when so many eyes turned in his direction.

"Uncle? You are her uncle?" The barman asked, eyeing Harry as though he was a pervert who had incestuous thoughts.

"We are not related. It's just a nickname," Harry found himself explaining under his breath. 

Jade quickly bent down and picked up all the money that had been thrown at her before getting off the stage, "You are here!" she exclaimed with a wide smile as she approached him, her blue eyes gleaming brilliantly.

She didn't seem as drunk as he had thought she was, so why was she so hyper? "You've had enough fun for the evening. Let's go," Harry said, but Jade wasn't listening to him as she took her handbag from the barman who had been holding on to it for her.

"Thanks," she called to him as she linked her arms with Harry's and pulled him with her to find an empty seat since hers had been taken, "So what made you come to find me? Were you missing me so badly that you couldn't sleep?" She asked in a teasing tone. 

"No. I was worried about your safety. I'm still responsible for you. Now, you've had enough fun for tonight. Let's go home. I need to rest," Harry repeated when she finally let go of his arm and sat down on an unoccupied black leather couch. 

"Barely. It's not even nine yet," she said as she glanced at her wristwatch before adding, "I let you go home to rest, yet you came here to find me. So please do not ruin my fun." she said as she dropped all the dollar notes on the couch.

"Why did you even pick that? You don't need the money," Harry said with a slight frown. 

"Says who? Speak for yourself, please," Jade said as she arranged the dollar notes and counted them, "You should sit down."

"What do you need it for?" Harry asked curiously as he reluctantly sat down beside her so that they were both facing the dancefloor. 

Jade grinned at him as she played with the little bundle of money, "This could pay for our drinks. I told you, bills on me, remember?" she asked with a wink as she placed the money in her handbag, and then signaled a waiter over.

Harry sighed as he looked at her. "I just told you that we should leave," he said weakly, even though between the both of them, he knew that he had lost to her. 

"You came all this way, yet you've not even had a drink. Let's drink, and then we can dance a little before we leave. That's fair enough, isn't it?" Jade asked with a wide smile, and Harry sighed once again as he turned away from her. 

Why was she smiling so much? And why wasn't he even saying no? He knew that he should say no, "I can't drink. I am driving," he reminded her instead.

"That's fine. You don't have to get drunk if you don't want to. But if you want to get drunk, we could get a substitute driver to take us home. However, knowing you, I know that you are too responsible to do that. So just sip your drink and dance with me, okay?" Jade said before looking at the waiter who had joined them.

"Get me more cocktail shots. Tell the barman that I want something different from what I've tasted. And then get my uncle something nice but mild. He's driving," Jade said before dismissing the waiter. 

Once the waiter had left, Harry raised a brow, "Your uncle?" He didn't mind her calling him his uncle until he had gotten that look from the waiter, and now he was no longer comfortable with the title. 

Jade turned in her seat so that she was facing Harry as she grinned at him, "Your little friend?" 

Harry chuckled, "How else would you have preferred I introduce you?"

"You're handsome, but you look even more so whenever you smile or laugh," Jade said as she gazed at him, and Harry cleared his throat. 

"Thank you."

They both lapsed into silence, but Harry from the corners of his eyes, Harry could see Jade staring at him with a knowing smile which made him uncomfortable.

"I didn't know that you could dance," Harry said, not comfortable with the silence anymore or how she kept staring at him. 

Jade smiled, "If I didn't become a lawyer, I would probably have been a video vixen," Jade said, and Harry's brows shot up in disbelief as he turned to look at her again. 

"You? A video vixen?" He asked, unable to wrap his head around it, and she laughed softly. 

"Yes. I love dancing. Always have. When I was in high school, I used to be a member of a dance group. We called ourselves the Saucy six," Jade said with a grin.

Harry smiled, "Let me guess, you were the leader of the group?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Nope. I wasn't. Just one among the rest. Dancing was something I used to really enjoy a lot," she said with a wide smile, which Harry involuntarily returned. 

"So why then did you choose to study law?" Harry asked curiously.

Jade shrugged, "I love justice. I doubt I can get justice for people merely by dancing. Why did you choose to work with Tom when you could easily have started your own company?" Jade asked in return, just as the waiter returned with a tray carrying about six shots of different cocktails and a tall glass of mocktail for Harry. 

Harry shrugged, "We had similar ambitions. We both wanted to be very wealthy and influential. Tom seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He had very good ideas, and while he was good at making plans, I was better at executing those plans."

"So you don't mind working under him?" Jade asked curiously.

"I've never felt like I was working under him. I am working with him," Harry corrected. 

"Interesting. You are interesting, Harry," Jade said as she picked up one of the glasses of shot, making him raise a brow.

"Harry?"

"Isn't that your name?" Jade asked as she raised the glass to her lips and gulped it down. She winced when it burned her throat and caused her eyes to tear up, "Wow! That's hot!" She exclaimed while Harry simply watched her.

"You're not drinking all of that, are you?" Harry asked with a concerned frown as he watched her take another shot.

"Of course, I am," Jade said with a giggle as she gulped it down.

"You're going to get drunk."

"That's the point. I want to get drunk," Jade said as she picked another shot and gulped it down once again. 

"At the rate you're going, you won't be able to walk out of this place," Harry pointed out.

"And I can bet that's why you're here. You'll carry me out if I can't walk. I trust you," she said with a confident smile as she raised her empty shot glass in a silent toast to him. 

Harry wanted to ask her not to trust him, but he said nothing as he watched her. 

"I've not had this much fun in four years. Shit! I've not been to a club in four years," she said with a small bark of laughter.

"Because you are mourning your boyfriend? You haven't recovered from it yet?" Harry asked as he observed her while nursing his glass of drink.

Jade sighed, "You can dance, right?" She asked, ignoring his question as she reached out to pick the fourth glass.

Harry shook his head as he dropped his glass and grabbed her hand to stop her before she could pick up the glass, "Don't do that."

Jade's heart skipped a beat when his large warm hand covered her delicate hand, "Don't do what?" Jade asked as she blinked up at him. 

"Don't deflect. I answered your questions before, and I'm entitled to some answers," Harry said as he looked into her face. 

Jade swallowed as she let out a sigh, "Okay. Yes. I was mourning him at first, but then I stopped when I found out that he was planning to get married to someone else," Jade said with a dry laugh, and Harry raised a brow. 

"He was?"

Jade smiled when she heard the surprise and confusion in his voice, "I've answered your question, but you're still holding on to my hand," she pointed out, and Harry who hadn't realized that he was still holding her hand, quickly let go of it making her giggle. 

"You're beginning to make me think that you like me. Do you?" Jade asked with a teasing smile as she moved closer to him. 

Harry said nothing as he picked up his glass of mocktail and drank from it.