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Isought our table, only to realizeIwas standing outside the superVIProom.
Thefuck?Howdid this happen?
ItseemedIsomehow stumbled out of the private room and ended up in the staff restroom.Except, why didn’tIhave any recollection of this?Onemoment,Iwas lucid and alert of my surroundings.Thenext,Iwas out of it.
AtleastIwas wired for now.
Amuscular gentleman blocked my path whenItried to reenter the room.Witha thick neck connecting his bald head to his broad shoulders, he had the natural looks of a bouncer.
Iraised my eyebrows.
Witha stern expression and arms crossed over his chest, he asked, “CanIhelp you?”
“Yes, you can by opening the door behind you soIcan walk through it.”
Thebouncer was unamused, disbelievingIbelonged in the super pretentious area.However, he couldn’t deny my access in the odd chanceIwas an elite.Hechose a tactful approach instead. “Happyto, as soon as you show me someID.”
Well, he got me there.Ilooked younger than twenty-one because it was the truth.
“MyIDis in my…”Whatwas the correct way of describing my relationship withDamon?Friends?Lovers?Enemies?Potentialboyfriend if he didn’t sleep with my cousin? “Companion’sjacket,”Idrawled.
Musclesrippled beneath the man’s tight black shirt, silently communicating he didn’t buy the story and there was no wayIwas getting past him. “Callhim.I’msure he won’t mind bringing it to you.”
“Myphone’s not working,”Iinformed, holding up my cell to show himIhad no bars. “Andhe stepped out to take a call.I’mnot sure if he’s back.”
Theman was unmoved. “Sucksfor you.”
“Doesit?ThewayIsee it, you have two options.Youcan go to my table and grab the black jacket there.I’llshow you myID, and you don’t risk pissing off an exclusive client that can afford a table in there.”Ipointed at the closed door behind him. “Oryou can callFrancescafrom downstairs.Sheis the one who booked us the table.”
Aserious expression was etched onto his features.Hepulled a walkie-talkie from his back pocket and explained the situation to someone.Asluck would have it,Francescawas out on a smoke break.
“IfI’mlying, it won’t be difficult to throw a five-foot woman out of this club,”Itried again.
Afterthinking about it momentarily, the bouncer consideredImight be telling the truth.Notwanting to get into trouble with one of the club’s exclusive guests, he accepted my description ofDamon’sjacket and our table.
“Waithere,” he grumbled and marched through the doors.
Heretrieved the coat reasonably quickly, but the expedition was in vain.AfranticFrancescacame barreling through the hallway. “I’mso sorry it took me so long to get here,” she gasped, sounding out of breath from the jog, holding onto her side for support. “Pleaseaccept my apologies for this inconvenience.”Shestarted a frenzy of explanations.
FromwhatIgathered, identification wasn’t necessary for me.Ifanything,Francescawas deeply embarrassed by the bouncer’s behavior.
“Heis new,” she glowered at the man twice her size, making him also apologize. “Hedidn’t know you wereMr.Maxwell'sguest.”Shesheepishly added, “Ifpossible, c-can we keep this between us.”
Asin, don’t mention the snub toDamonMaxwell.
“Onlyon one condition.”Iheld her gaze. “Tellme why you’re scared ofDamon.”
“Becausehe told me he’d fire me ifImade one more mistake tonight.”
“Damonis your boss,”Iguessed.
Francescalooked taken aback as if the answer should be obvious. “Heis all of our boss.Heowns this club.”
Ofcourse, he did.
“I’mso sorry for flirting with him.Hetold meIwas being disrespectful to you.Ididn’t mean to be.”
Damontold her off for giggling?
