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Nalee showed up at my side and started chatting away. This girl was hyperactive. No other way to describe her. She reminded me of Kieran on caffeine. She fired up the questions.
“How long has the club been around?”
Zander replied, “2 years.”
“Do you and your friends come here a lot?”
“They do.I go with them sometimes. Sometimes, I’m just too tired from football or classes,” Zander said.
So he was a football player? Oh no, football players were bad news. They were jocks. I was tired of jocks. I remained quiet, but Zander knew that I was listening to his answers. His eyes flicked back and forth between Nalee and I.
Nalee asked, “Are all of your friends football players?”
Nalee looked at me for a quick second. She was probably telling me to ignore his status as a football player and to give him a chance. There was no way I was getting involved with another jock so I pretended not to have noticed her quick glance.
Zander stated, “Not all. Xavier plays lacrosse. The rest of us play football.”
I bit my lower lip. It was just too bad. Zander looked like a great guy. I was definitely not looking to get involved with another jock/athlete or any guy at this point. No matter how much that guy made my insides melt or made my breath hitch.
Chapter Three
“The past has passed. Learn your lessons and leave it there.”
Sedona
The club was not located next door to the restaurant. As a matter of fact, it was probably a half a mile away from Green’s. The neon sign above the club, ‘Next Door’, meant that I should have not taken John’s words literally.My feet were killing me. When we got there, we saw the long line of men and women, all waiting to get in. I looked over to Zander and his friends.
Zander came up to us and said, “Can you guys just wait here? Let me talk to Dave.”
I thought Zander was going to talk one of the security personnel manning the line. He stepped to the side of the building and talked on his cell phone.
It was a bit rude but I couldn’t help it. My stare was glued to the doorman. His bulging and flexing biceps caught my eye. He was a very big man, with super huge muscles. I giggled when I saw his nametag, “Duffy.” He SO did not look like his name.
Tanya and Nalee were still talking to the guys. Unlike me, my girlfriends were charming and friendly. They could outtalk and outchat almost anyone.
I, on the other hand, had a hard time initiating conversations with people, especially, guys, whom I’ve only met an hour ago. So there I was, standing on the side, listening to my girlfriends talk about random things while the guys responded to their laughs and jokes.
It seemed that Zander was done talking with Dave; Duffy was now walking beside him.
“Ladies, let me lead the way,” Duffy said. His name really cracked me up.
Duffy led us inside the club. We bypassed the long lines and women were eyeing us with daggers and envious looks. We were greeted by provocatively clad women at the door. Zander and his friends casually waved at the women.
I was entranced by the club’s interior. The place looked like a nightclub with the dancing platforms scattered across the dance floors. But it also had a feel of sophistication, not sleaziness. I scanned the room. The club spanned 4000 square feet. The main lounge was lit up in illuminating colors. Chairs, in all shapes and sizes, with deep purple and red undertones, lined up the walls. A large crowd of scantily clad women and casually clad men were pumping to the latest dance music.
Duffy led us to an elevated area, lined with ancient-looking statues and mirrored walls, plush leather seats, surrounding a glass table.
Tanya led Dom, Xavier, and Jackson to the dance floor. I saw her bumping and grinding her way to the middle of the floor. Nalee was chatting up with Xavier. Xavier kept stealing glances at her.
I was still taking in the atmosphere, when a voice interrupted my thoughts.
“What do you think of this place?” It was Zander.
I looked at him, almost startled. He caught me by surprise. I thought he was still talking to Duffy. He sat across from me; both his arms folded on top of the small, glass table. An unopened bottle of beer was to his right.
“It’s so elegant,” I said.
“This is one of my favorite hang-outs. It’s nice and private in here.”
