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I pull up by the curb and reluctantly put the car into park. Despite my earlier urgency to drop the men off and find more customers, I don’t want them to leave. A strange sensation tugs at my stomach—one I can’t quite understand and explain. I wish I had more to say to them. Or that they had more to say to me.
Azarius unclicks his seat belt and leans forward, poking his head between the two front seats.
“For your trouble,” he says as he holds a folded hundred-dollar bill neatly between two fingers.
I blanch, my stomach tightening into a knot. A hundred dollars easily covers the rest of my rent, and while a little voice in my head urges me to politely decline the offer, I know these men are made of money, so I graciously take it from him.
It’s probably chump change for them anyway.
“Thank you so much,” I say.
His face is only a foot from mine, and when our eyes meet, a tingle starts at the base of my neck and trickles down my back. He’s even more beautiful up close, with his flawless skin and impossibly blue eyes—I can almost swear their flecked with streaks of purple.
Say something before you never see them again.
My mind goes blank.
Perfect timing.
Thankfully, Azarius speaks for me. “If you’d be willing to hang out here until we’re done with our meeting and drive us to our next stop, there’s more where that came from.”
His eyes fall to the money in my hand, and heat singes my cheeks. More moneyandmore time with them?
I can’t say no to that.
“How long do you think it will take?” I ask, pretending to check the time even though it’s irrelevant. I plan to stay regardless.
“Longer if Az makes us late,” Elio growls from the back seat.
Azarius ignores him. “It shouldn’t take long. What do you say?”
I hesitate, enjoying every moment of making him wait for an answer, but I don’t want to be the reason they’re late to their meeting. Elio might never forgive me, and that would be a shame.
I nod. “Consider me your chauffeur for the evening.”
ChapterTwo
Devyn
Two hours.
I’ve been sitting outside of Club 47 for two fucking hours, and there’s still no sign of Azarius or Elio. My phone has pinged at least a dozen times with people looking for rides, and I’ve ignored them all to sit here and wait.
I’m definitely questioning my sanity at this point.
After thirty minutes, I killed the engine to conserve gas.
After an hour, I got bored and leaned the seat back to—unsuccessfully—attempt a nap.
Now I’m borderline irate and tempted to leave them here, but the promise of a decent payday keeps me bound to the parking lot.
This better be worth my fucking time.
I’ve considered approaching the terrifying bouncer to ask how much longer the gentlemen will be, but I can’t find the courage. Despite the countless times I’ve glanced in his direction, he hasn’t budged, and his face is fixed with a challenging scowl that dares anyone to approach.
I doubt anything I have in my arsenal of charm will appeal to him, so I abandon the idea.
Finally, when I’ve lost almost every shred of patience I possess, the two men I’m waiting for come walking around the side of the building and make a beeline for my car. Their steps are brisk, their mouths hardened into thin lines. I barely have time to wonder why they didn’t come out the way they went in—through the front—before Azarius is wrenching open the back door of my car.
