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I just want to be numb. Maybe dance with a few cuties and hopefully shove the memories and feelings that are still assaulting my mind back in the locked box I’d let them slip out of.
None of it should own real estate in my head. Not Red. Not my dad. Not those fucking weekends that are nightmares still attacking me when I sleep.
None of it.
Ignoring the first floor that’s reserved for the socialite crowd who wants to be part of the scene but are too clean cut and snobby for what Myth is really about, I climb the stairs to the second.
The music changes when you reach the top, the quick, high energy beat of electronic dance music transitioning into something a touch darker and more seductive.
Giving the space in front of me a quick glance, I turn right toward the bar, my palm slapping against the wooden surface to grab the bartender’s attention. He looks over at me, cocks a brow, and after I assume is a moment of indecision after having witnessed the previous fight, saunters over to stand in front of me.
“I’m surprised they let you back in.”
Nodding my head, I chuckle. “Yeah, I think he had a problem seeing me when I passed him.”
The bartender laughs. “Hate when that happens. What can I get you?”
“Just a beer. Nothing too crazy.”
It takes him a few seconds to snatch one up from the cooler, pop the cap and place it in the bar. “That’ll be ten.”
I give him a twenty and tell him to keep the change.
Turning to look over the room, I take a long sip of my beer, the cool liquid easing a burn in my throat and the tension riding my shoulders.
A couple walks past me arm in arm, both with expressions of intrigue mixed with a little fear. Following their path with my eyes, I understand both emotions. Those two are headed to one of the back rooms for what I assume is the first time.
There’s no telling from night to night what Myth has set up back there, but that’s all part of the mystery and thrill of it.
This place isn’t exactly a strip joint or a dungeon. It’s both and neither at the same time. A mix of everything that can entertain and tantalize. You’re not forced to participate, but you’re always welcome to try.
Some of the employees that work out on the floors also work those back rooms. So even if you come alone, you can find a partner willing to experiment with you, or give you exactly what you’re after.
It all comes down to how much you’re willing to spend on the experience.
Me personally? I’ve never been the type. But if the right—
My stare lands on a woman I’ve seen before but forgot about over these past few weeks. So much has been going on with Emily’s return and Tanner’s bullshit with Luca that she hadn’t crossed my thoughts again.
Until now, at least.
And fuck, she’s beautiful.
Tucked away in one of the side cages that’s elevated on a platform, her body is barely hidden beneath a black studded bra and tight, booty shorts. Strong legs and thick hips keep perfect time with the beat of the music, her eyes closed as she loses herself to the sultry, fast paced song.
Her long blue hair is what draws my attention to her, the thick strands bouncing around her body as she dances, those fake black angel wings not fooling me in the slightest.
A woman built like that doesn’t wear a simple halo. Not one that isn’t propped up by horns.
My fingers clench tighter around the cold beer bottle, the rim tipped to my lips as I swallow and keep watching her.
Why the hell was she at the governor’s mansion on the night of the party? It’s a mystery I’d wondered that night and again the second time I caught sight of her here.
Remembering how I’d brushed past her on my way to corner Emily with Ezra, I’m starting to believe I made the wrong choice that night.
I’d rushed to a woman that wants nothing to do with me, instead of stopping in my tracks for one that could very easily distract me from all the bullshit in my life.
Whoever she is, she’s lost to the music and I’m entranced by the way she moves, by the glimmer of sweat on her skin, by the easy suggestion that her swaying body makes about what it could be like with her alone.
