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“Well, I hope I’ve made a good impression. I’m Bridget Vance. My dad, Solomon, is very involved here at the club. So, I’m sure you’ll meet him soon. And don’t worry, he’s not nearly as stodgy as some of the old guys around here. He’s as friendly as they come.”
My heart warms. “That’s good to know.”
“Anyway, Idon’twork here, so if you ever need someone to complain about all the goings on around here, you should text me. Here, give me your number.”
I might be hesitant toward getting physical with a member of the club, but surely making a friend wouldn’t hurt. I give Bridget my number.
She hugs me goodbye, slips on her dryad mask, and goes to the door. “You better not stay cooped up in here tonight. I know Lyons can be a lot, but…” She shrugs. “Try to have some fun.”
Then, she slips out into the hallway.
Lyonscanbe a lot. I’ve barely even started to explore, barely met a handful of members, and I’m already feeling overwhelmed.
Not to mention…my Phoenix.
Though I’m terrified of what might become of me if I give into these intense, primal feelings I’ve had since I laid eyes on him only a couple of hours ago, his memory brings me comfort.
His body felt so good and safe against mine.
Yet, he’s a total stranger. I shouldn’t feel safe with a stranger.
But I did. And I haven’t felt safe in a very long time.
“Okay, I’m going out there, Glenda.”
“Nice to meet you, boss.”
I give her a look.
So, shewaslistening.
I can’t blame her, though. A job like this is perfect for someone who is just a little nosy. “Just call me Sonia. No need for any formalities with me.”
She grins. “You got it. And if you need a wipe or a piece of gum or–”
“I’ll come to you first, don’t you worry!” I say over my shoulder as I go out the door.
I look back down the hall toward the stairs leading to the main part of the club where all the dancing and partying has only gotten louder throughout the night as people have gotten drunker. Then, I look the other way. The hall keeps going, drops off at a set of stairs.
This up here is the VIP area, so regular club-goers won’t have access. Can this stairway lead to a different part of the club downstairs?
I only remember the stairways in the foyer and right by the door, which merge into one up here. But maybe this is another way down.
Shrugging, I walk down the hallway. I approach it, tentative and careful. I’d hate to go somewhere I’m not supposed to go.
I’m going to be the manager, for god’s sake, I might as well know the ins and outs of this place.
As I reach the top, I look down, to a leather door with metal studs decorating it.
Huh.
I bathe in the silence.
Should I keep going? What is beyond that door?
Before I can make up my mind, someone grabs me by the arm and yanks me back. The scream that threatens to rip out of my throat gets silenced by a hand over my mouth.
“Sh-sh-sh…It’s just me.”
