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“Exactly! You deserve a night out where you don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Will you be my wing-girl?” I joked.
Tamara smiled. “Is that the same thing as a wingman?”
“Only better.”
“Count me in,” Tamara laughed. “Even though now it sounds like you’re inviting me along and not the other way around.”
I glanced over my shoulder. The crew was wrapping up for the day. There was no need to sit alone in my hotel room flipping channels on the television all night. Even the idea sounded horrendously boring.
I looked back at Tamara as a mischievous smirk split my lips. It was time to live a little bit. “What time can you pick me up?”
Tamara pondered and placed a perfectly manicured French tip nail to her chin. “Does ten o’clock sound good to you?”
“It sounds perfect. See you then.”
At exactly ten o’clock on the dot, I heard the sound of knocking coming from my hotel room door. I swung it open with a grin on my face. As soon as I saw Tamara, my mouth dropped.
“Wow,” I exclaimed. “You look absolutely incredible!”
“Do you really think so?” Tamara had her dark hair pinned up with only a couple of loose strands flowing down wispily around her temples.
She did a spin in an emerald colored dress that ended mid-thigh. She was shimmery, like a mermaid. The color of her dress matched her eyes perfectly.
“Absolutely. Super sexy.”
“Well, look at you, too!” Tamara pointed out my little red number. “You look like an angel!”
I was wearing a spaghetti strap dress with a moderate neckline that did my cleavage a few favors but wasn’t over the top revealing. I did a little spin, too, smiling with exhilaration as I looked forward to the fun night ahead.
“Thanks,” I said, blushing a little from her compliment.
I closed my hotel room door as we strutted like supermodels into the hallway. I took it all in stride. Getting dressed up tonight certainly tossed a new spin on being all dolled up for a purpose other than posing for a camera lens.
Tamara gave me a naughty look as we strutted out into the summer night. There was a gentle breeze that provided some relief from the general stuffiness of the heat filled day. The sun had already set hours ago, and a blanket of cool darkness spread over the area that gave me a rush of excitement. The noise of traffic on a nearby street hummed in the distance, and the twinkle and peppering of lights inside of buildings looked like tiny fallen stars flickering off to the horizon.
“We’re going to be the talk of Miami tonight,” Tamara said gleefully. “They won’t even know what hit them until we come through like a hurricane to stir things up.”
I gave her a high-five. “Hell, yeah, we are.”
The walk to the nightclub we were meeting our friends at was only a block away from my hotel. Much to my delight, the bouncer behind the rope let us straight through without a single pause.
I gave Tamara a glance over my shoulder. “Can you believe the bouncer let us through the doors without even having to wait in line?
“Darling, we look good.”
The entire club was vivacious. Beautiful people brushed past us holding vibrantly hued drinks high above their heads to prevent from spilling them.
Strobe lights pulsed from the ceiling rafters to the center of the dance floor below, lighting up the sweaty, sexy bodies melded together with flashes and beams of magnificent blues, purples, yellows and reds. It was like a sensory bin of excitement and a spectacle of joy for the eyes.
“There’s Andrea and Brice.” Tamara pointed to a booth next to the dance floor on the backside.
We approached our friends, fellow models working for the same agency. I wasn’t as close to them as Tamara, but I considered them to be polite and friendly acquaintances.
“Hey, guys,” Tamara and I said in greeting as we approached the table.
Andrea and Brice were a couple. To my knowledge, they hadn’t been dating for very long but seemed to be the missing puzzle pieces in each other’s histories in the way they swooned over each other.
