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It’s early yet, so the club isn’t hopping too much. Things don’t get exciting until around ten. The dance floor is nearly empty. Only a few move to the light jazz music, the soft red lights casting a sultry glow over their bodies.
Brenda and I find a table and take a seat.
Jennifer, one of the topless waitresses, walks to our table. “Hi, Blossom. Lotus,” she addresses Brenda. “Where’s Dalton tonight?”
“He’s out of town,” Brenda says.
Jennifer nods. “What would you ladies like to drink?”
“I’ll have my usual, a cosmo.”
“I think just water to start,” I say.
“Good enough. I’ll be right back.” Jennifer turns, her boobs wiggling.
I sigh and look down at my fingernails. I’m in desperate need of a manicure.
“Who the hell is that?” Brenda says, snagging my attention. She widens her eyes, watching someone at the entrance.
I turn to follow Brenda’s gaze.
And I literally have to clamp down my jaw to keep it from dropping.
Chapter Two
Mary
The most magnificent man I’ve ever seen just walked into the club.
He’s a newcomer. He’s never been here before, at least not when I’ve been here. Granted, I haven’t been here much lately.
He has a mane of hair redder than mine, and he’s wearing a kilt. A fucking kilt.
It’s plaid.
Green-and-blue plaid.
A tartan.
Complete with the buckles, clasps, and a freaking sporran—the traditional Scottish pouch worn as part of traditional Highland dress. His is black leather with some type of white fur trim, and it hangs from a chain around his waist, just below the belt line—and right in front of the goods. The look is completed with knee socks and black shoes.
But from the waist above?
He wears nothing.
And my God, he’s a sight to behold.
He’s tall, first of all. Way over six feet. Probably around six five.
Broad shoulders, fair skin, and just a smattering of auburn hair over his chest.
His pecs… And my God, those abs. That’s not a six-pack.
It’s a fucking eight-pack.
His nipples are large and coppery.
His arms, muscular and corded.
