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“I’ve got this,” Debbie giggled. “Just go!” She turned around with a sweet smile. “Hi, Zen. You’re looking good tonight.”
The door shut, cutting off whatever his response was, and the music swallowed us whole.
“Come on, let’s get our drink on!” Cassie said.
“That was really close,” I giggled, the adrenaline surging through my veins.
We were here now, so I might as well have a good time. The atmosphere wrapped itself around me. Everywhere, people danced—couples and groups—and the music was so loud it felt like my heartbeat took on the same rhythm.
We walked to the bar, and a guy turned to us. He had black curly hair and a grin that looked almost devilish.
“What will it be, ladies?”
Cassie ordered two cocktails, and I glanced around the club. The large dance floor was filled to the brim, and everything was decorated in shades of black, gray, and a deep purple. The ceiling was high up, and a balcony hung over the dance floor, looking out over the club. It had to be the VIP area.
A pair of icy eyes caught my gaze.
He had black hair, a square jaw, and those eyes bore into me, although he was on the balcony and I was down at the bar. I wasn’t close enough to feel his presence roll off him, but everything else around me fell away.
“Ready?” Cassie asked me, snapping me out of the spell, and when I looked up, he was gone.
“Did you see that guy?” I asked.
“What guy?”
I shook my head. “There was a guy up there,” I said, pointing to the balcony.
“There are a lot of guys up there,” Cassie said, and she was right. I hadn’t noticed all the other guys, but now I realized the VIP area was packed.
“Yeah,” I said.
“And they’re all looking,” Cassie said with a wink and nudged me before she handed me the cocktail. “Come on, let’s give them something to look at.”
She walked onto the dance floor and started moving to the music. Cassie could dance—she came out here a lot to “shake what her mama gave her,” as she liked to say.
I couldn’t dance at all. The music moved my body all wrong, and I felt out of place between the writhing bodies. Cassie looked like she was in her element, and in no time at all, a lot of eyes were on her. It only seemed to make me look worse when they all compared my sad dance moves to her.
Two guys started dancing with us. Cassie was into it. She shimmied up against them, swaying her hips, pushing her breasts out, looking like a pro.
My cocktail was a crutch, and it ran empty pretty fast with me sucking on the straw for dear life. When the glass was empty, it was a reason for me to get out of there.
“I’m going to get a refill,” I shouted over the music, leaning in so she could hear me. One of the guys was glued to her, and his face was very close to hers. “What can I get you?”
“I’m fine,” Cassie said, holding up the cocktail she’d barely sipped from while she’d been dancing.
“I’ll be right back,” I said and turned toward the bar.
When I arrived at the wraparound bar, I leaned on it, looking for a bartender to help me.
They were all busy. It was fine by me; I wasn’t in a rush to be helped. The longer I could stand here, the longer I didn’t need to be out there on the dance floor, looking like an idiot next to Cassie, who had turned from a diner waitress to a goddess, as if she’d had her own personal fairy godmother. When I turned back to the bar, I bumped into a guy who stood very close to me. He’d appeared out of nowhere; it was like I hadn’t been right here the whole time.
“Hey,” I said. “Can’t you see that I’m standing here?” When I looked up at him, his icy eyes made me shiver. It was the guy from the balcony.
“I see you,” he said calmly. He had to lean in to be heard, and I shivered when his warm breath brushed against my neck.
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. Holyshit, he was fucking hot. He’d looked like a vision up there on the balcony, and I’d been sure I’d conjured him when he’d disappeared like that, but now he stood next to me, and he wasveryreal. He oozed masculinity, with muscles stacked on muscles. His thick black hair was a styled mess, and the scent of his cologne tugged at my insides, making my body tighten in all the right places.
“You’re struggling to get a drink,” he said, still incredibly close to me.
