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“I promise it will be a good time. And besides, you said that you had been feeling super stressed lately, and I think this will be good for you to let your hair down.”
He was right. I had been beyond stressed, but that all had to do with a certain green-eyed man who seemed to have a knack for getting under my skin.
“Fine,” maybe a night out would be exactly what I needed. “I will come out with you guys.”
Brandon’s face split into a beaming smile. “Okay, great. I will have your name on the guest list. Tonight is going to be so awesome.”
I should have learned that whenever it rains in my life, it tends to pour.
***
Brandon had booked out the entire top floor of ‘La Vie’, the most exclusive club in the entire city. By the time I had gotten there, the majority of the people were already past the point of tipsy and heading to being completely and utterly hammered.
“You made it!” Brandon came barreling at me with his arms wide. He had a bottle of champagne in one hand and a shot glass in the other. The top buttons of his shirt were undone and his hair was all over the place.
“And you’re drunk,” I smiled hugging him back as he pulled me into his arms. “You okay there buddy?”
“Me? Never better! It’s my motherfucking birthday!” He tried to tip my head back so I could down the champagne in his hand.
“Okay,” I withdrew out of his hold, “why don’t I go get my own drink.”
I pointed to the bar in the VIP section where we were standing. The area fit at least sixty people or more, but seeing as he had booked out the entire top section for just about twenty or so of us, it was easy to navigate.
The rich truly did party differently. I was used to being packed like a sardine on the dance floor, so I could get used to this.
I turned my head to the side and found the Wicked Witch of the West in the corner, looking about as pleasant as a storm cloud. Even at a place where you were meant to let your inhibitions go, Lisa was nothing short of judgmental and controlled. There was even a hot guy trying to get her attention, but she looked right through him and ignored all of his advances.
I took a few steps toward the bar before I stopped dead in my tracks when I met a pair of forest-green eyes. Under this light, they held a more of a blue hue that I had never quite seen in them before.
Who invited the freaking Grinch? The sight of him soured my barely happy mood. I had come here to get shit-faced drunk on expensive liquor that I didn’t need to pay for, but instead, I had to share the same air as him.
He cocked an eyebrow as if daring me to do something—the pompous asshole.
I closed my eyes and took a few calming breaths, trying to center myself. He would not get to me here. Here, I was free of him and his tyrannical ways. Here I was me, and he was…well, just him. Not my boss, not my best friend’s brother, who I want to fuck. Just a normal, average human whom I was going to avoid all night.
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze again. But this time, I saw a twinge of something. His eyes moved over my body in an appreciative way? No, that can’t be right. There was no way that Mr. I-Can’t- Stand-You was checking me out.
He corrected himself quickly when he saw me noticing him.
I rolled my shoulders back and lifted my chin. He would not get the best of me tonight. Tonight, he was in my domain, my cage, and I was not about to back down.
I strutted over to the bar, my eyes holding his gaze as I did so. I didn’t miss the eyes that turned my way as I walked by the various drunk men who acted like dogs in heat.
The red dress I was wearing was nothing short of a vixen showstopper. It just about covered enough of my ass and the strapless neckline gave me just the right amount of cleavage that made it sexy but not over the top. The tight, built-in corset snatched in all of my vital organs, leaving me with a barely-there waist.
“Well, well, well. Aren’t you a long way from your cave?” Is how I approached him. There was no need for civility here.
He cocked an eyebrow and sipped on what I was guessing was a whiskey on the rocks—his poison of choice. It was strange how well I knew this man but yet knew nothing about him.
“What are you doing here, Abrams? We have an early morning, remember?” The intensity in his eyes made me swallow for a second.
“What can I get for you, pretty lady?” The bartender came just in the nick of time.
I turned my attention to him, my mind turning with ways to grind at Daniel. “May I have a dirty martini?”
The bartender caught on quickly to my suggestive tone. “How dirty do you want it, sweetheart?”
I had to hold my stomach from hurling. He was cute and not my type at all, but he would serve his purpose.
