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As I follow her outside, I’m wondering if there’s the slightest chance in hell I can trade this life for a more exciting one and I make my decision.
Tonight, I’m heading back to Dark Shadows, whether it’s a good idea or not.
CHAPTER 3
MELISSA
Less than twenty-four hours later, I’m back where it began like some kind of crazy stalker.
I know why I’m here. To find him. The man who saved me. I didn’t even see his face, but I felt him. My dark knight. The man who growled his way into my subconscious and revealed more personality in one sentence than any of the guys I have ever met.
I swallow hard as I pay the cab driver, who shakes his head at my foolishness.
“You sure about this, darlin’?” He says with concern in his eyes, and I straighten up and say confidently, “Of course. I’m meeting my friends here.”
I note a group of women piling out of a cab, their laughter revealing they’ve already pre-loaded for the night, and I wave and say loudly, “Wait for me.”
I run over to them, ignoring the confusion on their faces, and whisper as I reach them. “Sorry, I just don’t want to go in on my own.”
One of them nods. “I don’t blame you, hun. This place is brutal when it wants to be.”
I fall into step with them, and she says with interest, “Why are you here on your own, anyway?”
“Because none of my friends are brave enough to come with me.”
Another woman laughs out loud. “I like you. You’ve got balls, honey.”
Her friend nods in agreement.
“Stick with us. We’ll have your back.”
We head through the doors and as we line up to pay, a shiver of expectation passes through me. What if he’s here watching me now? I’d be disappointed if he’s not.
I pay my entrance fee and follow the women through the door and, just like yesterday, the stench hits me as we pass through the tables.
I sense the interest that a large crowd of women draws and thank God I’m not walking in here on my own this time.
Safety in numbers, I suppose, and I’m feeling a lot more confident than last night.
I join them at a large table, and we order two bottles of champagne. I make sure to pay before they can and say with a warm smile, “Please. Allow me. It’s the least I can do after crashing your night.”
“Anytime, hun, especially if you pay for our drinks.”
The woman holds out her hand and says with a smile, “I’m Freya and this is Mel, my friend. The other two are Janice and Malia.”
I smile, grateful to be included in their night, and as the music starts, we stare with interest at the woman who stands under the spotlight tonight.
She is beautiful. Her long, dark hair hangs to her hips and gleams in the spotlight. She is wearing a gold dress that sparkles as she moves, and her red lips are resting in a seductive smile.
There is silence in the room and the anticipation builds as she swings around the pole, her hair dusting the floor.
“Wow, in my dreams.” Mel whispers, and I must agree. This woman makes pole dancing an art form and I watch in awe as she swings from the top to the bottom, her dress falling to the ground, revealing gold tasseled underwear.
There are many cheers as the crowd watch and Mel whispers, “Fuck, even I’m turned on.”
It makes me laugh as she stares wide-eyed at the show and as the dancer’s bra joins the dress, the crowd cheers as she slides the pole between her breasts.
Dollars rain down onto the stage, and I’m momentarily distracted when a guy stops by our table and whispers something in Freya’s ear. Her eyes light up and she nods, winking at Mel as she slides from her seat and takes the man’s hand.
