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She knows I don’t mean it, just as much as I know she will always forgive me, too.
“Deal.” I can almost hear her smiling proudly through the phone. “Bring on Friday night!”
“I can hardly wait,” I mumble.
But, I have to admit, a small part of me is anticipating this. A night of dancing, drinks, and letting loose. A couple hours to unwind with my girls, and then we can go home and resume our typical, sickeningly mundane lives.
“This is going to be a night we’ll never forget, Sadie. I can feel it.”
If only I’d taken her words for the warning they truly were.
* * *
Three days. That’s how many days have passed in the blink of an eye, leaving me standing in front of the mirror now, wondering what in the hell someone is supposed to wear to a club that’s known solely for its sexual mysteries.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. It’s just not my scene. Just going to Club Sin is all Chelsea and Kelly have talked about in the past few days, and they’re excitement and anticipation is infectious.
I want to go to Club Sin tonight—part of me does, anyway—but be damned if I’m going to admit that to my friends.
Either way, I’m still in my robe and slippers when the buzzer sounds throughout my apartment, announcing a visitor. A quick glance at my phone shows the text Chelsea just sent two minutes ago, saying they were in the parking lot, so I don’t even use the intercom to confirm it’s them. Instead, I just press the button, unlocking the doors downstairs, and wait for the click of heels and tittering voices to make it up the flight of stairs.
Sure enough, I hear Kelly before she even knocks on the door. I open it, and both girls stop talking immediately.
“You’re not even dressed yet?” Chelsea says, wide eyed, her eyes taking in my not-so-sexy ensemble. She’s donning a sequined silver tank top and black leather-look leggings with knee-high boots, and Kelly’s wearing a short red tube skirt with a flowy black top and the highest black pumps I’ve ever seen.
I know without even rummaging through it that my closet doesn’t contain such over-the-top fashion items.
“I’m working on it,” I reply, a hint of defensiveness in my tone as I turn away from the door and head back in the direction of the bedroom.
My friends are on my heels the entire way, and Chelsea pushes past me just inside the bedroom door. “Well, work faster. ‘Cuz, Lord, help me, I feel a sin coming on!”
I laugh, rolling my eyes when she holds her hands up as though to announce, “Hallelujah!” This club has obviously really got her in a twist.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her or Kelly to pick something out for me to wear, but the request doesn’t even get past my lips before they’re both rifling through my closet and dresser drawers in search of the perfect outfit. If I’d been at either of their apartments, I might’ve been worried about what slinky little garments they might choose for me to wear, but seeing as we’re at my place, with my relatively safe attire, I can’t see how too much can go wrong.
Until Chelsea gives a dramatic huff, turns away from the drawer she’s pulling clothing out of, and announces, “Thank God I knew better! You never wear the kind of thing that shows off those curves, girl! So, I brought you something that will!”
I sputter and try to explain that I don’t need her clothes, and that I can wear my own, but it’s too late. Chelsea has already pulled Kelly away from the closet, and is pushing her toward the oversized purse she brought with her.
My chest constricts. If the entire outfit can fit in that purse…
“Here.” Chelsea tosses a handful of fabric at me—and that’s all it is; a handful. “Go put that on. Then, we can get a little mascara and smoky eyeshadow on that face of yours and get the hell out of here.”
The moment I see myself in the bathroom mirror, with Chelsea’s very lowcut, very short, and very tight strapless dress on, I know this night has already gotten out of hand. But when she spins me around and I see myself after she’s spent fifteen minutes sexing up my eyes, as she calls it, I know there’s no turning back.
The reflection staring back at me is a new woman, someone I’ve never met before. She’s pretty…and sexy. And that’s how I feel, sexy as hell.
Maybe this night won’t be so bad, after all.
Hell, maybe me and my sexy eyes are made for Club Sin.
And there’s only one way to find out.
