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Satisfied she means it, I head off in search of the toilets, so that I can put the beautiful harness on under my dress. I know I could wear it over my clothes, but I don’t feel comfortable doing that.
I prefer knowing that, like the sexy underwear I have on under my dress, it’s a naughty little secret that’s just for me.
I find the rest rooms – they’re as beautiful and sumptuously decorated as the rest of the club – and I slip into one of the cubicles to take off my dress and put on the harness. Once it’s in place, I admire it for a moment before redressing.
The press of the cool metal against my skin sends a thrill shooting through me. I flush, exit the cubicle, wash my hands. Catching sight of my reflection in the mirror, I’m surprised by the sparkle in my eye.
I look like me again. I feel sexy and confident – something I’ve not felt since that night at ‘Wicked Temptation’.
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Maybe tonight, being here at a sex club, is a sign that it’s time to move on.
I exit the bathrooms and make my way back out into the main bar area, looking for Lou. I frown when she’s not where I left her. Maybe she went to the bar to get drinks, or maybe she found someone to hook up with.
Maybe it’s for the best that I’m on my own. If I keep clinging to her like a security blanket, I won’t meet anyone.
It’s time to be brave.
Behind me the MC is announcing it’s time for the final auction – the one they’ve all been waiting for – a date with the enigmatic Elle. Good luck to her. She’s a lot braver than me. Distracted and not properly watching where I’m going, I bump into someone as I cross the dance floor.
“Sorry!” I gasp.
“No worries. Oh…Angelica?”
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Lycus
My pulse quickens as I walk back into the dimly lit club after stepping out to take a business call. The thumping bass reverberates through the air, mingling with the chatter and buzz of the crowd.
It could almost be mistaken as a typical Friday or Saturday night, the kind where people come to lose themselves in the pulsating rhythm of the music, to forget about the mundane worries of the week.
But it’s not.
It’s opening night. The launch of the project that I’ve worked my ass off on for the better part of the year, and the feeling is bittersweet. It was the project that Angelica and I were supposed to work on together and I’d hoped it would bring us closer together, not rip us apart.
There’s not a day gone by in the last seven months that I haven’t thought about her, or longed to pick up the phone and reach out to her. But by the time I worked up the courage, it was too late. Too much time had passed and she had changed her number anyway.
I make my way through the throng of bodies, my eyes scanning the crowd almost absently until they land on her –Angelica. Time seems to stand still as I watch her move gracefully through the crowd, her hair catching the dim light in dark waves that cascade down her back.
She’s wearing a sleek black dress that hugs her exquisite curves, and even though I can’t hear it, I know her heels will be clicking against the polished floor with each step.
It’s been months since she returned from Europe, months since I last saw her. And yet, the sight of her still manages to take my breath away.
Memories of our time together flood my mind. I’ve tried to move on, tried to forget her, but she’s always been there, lingering at the edges of my thoughts like a ghost I can’t shake.
I honestly didn’t think she’d come tonight. Didn’t think Wint would get Candy on board with my convoluted plan to get her here. When my shithead brother failed to come through for me, I thought all hope was lost.
But Wint has connections and as we worked together on the project, he could clearly see how cut up I was about Angelica being gone, so he called in a favour or two for me.
We are family after all. Albeit distantly related. Blood is still blood. It is the Italian way. And at least his connections don’t leave a bitter taste in my mouth like reaching out to my brother did.
His girlfriend, Candy reached out to her friend Odile and asked her to invite her friends, and I used yet another favour – via Wint – with the Holy Trinity to ensure that Odi invited Lou, and that Lou dragged Angelica along.
It was a shaky plan at best, with too many variables, not least taking into account that Angelica is not a party girl.
I’ve no doubt that the girls would have hidden the true nature ofFor Mefrom Angelica to try to ensure her attendance here tonight.
Yet somehow, it worked. They managed it and here she is.
