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However, the most striking thing about the VIP lounge is the glass wall that showcases the view of the entire club, presenting it in quite a different light.
Almost sinister and forbidden yet tempting nevertheless.
“Here are the menus.” Samantha puts them on the round table and then points at the small button on it. “Just press here when you want to order, and the server will come.” Her gaze shoots between us. “Should I inform Mr. Cortez about you once he comes?”
“No,” I finally speak up, and Samantha’s brows shoot up. “Thank you.” It’s game over for me once Santiago discovers us here and tells on me.
“All right. Have fun, ladies.” She spins around and dances off to the hallway, shutting the door behind her.
Penelope sighs in relief as silence settles around us as she sits down on the couch, wiggling her toes in her shoes while gluing her stare to the glass.
I follow, and a low whistle escapes me.
Four cages hang from the ceiling with dancers wearing provocative clothes inside, showcasing their skills and flexibility to the awe of everyone watching. The chandelier's crystals shift in the breeze from the AC, brightening the entire space with colorful lights.
“If this thing drops, someone will get injured,” I mutter, taking a nut from the dish on the table and popping it in my mouth. “It must cost a fortune.” I drop in the chair opposite her, then rest my chin on my hand.
“Why are we here?” Penelope snaps, focusing her stare on me while I blink in surprise.
Ah, so there are claws underneath her politeness, and she’s clearly had enough of the secrecy and following my lead without asking many questions.
I groan inwardly. Only I have a talent to piss off even the most calmest of creatures.
“I did what you asked. Don’t you think I deserve to know what the hell is going on?”
“There is a man I need to meet.” Her brow furrows. “Since he’s rich, reaching him is almost impossible. Not to mention he kicked me out of his company. He doesn’t want to talk to me. So here we are.”
Judging by her blink and sigh along with concern blanketing her stare, she must think I’m a stalker and insane.
Not sure what’s funnier, how close it is to the truth, or how sane I would seem compared to her twin once she gets to know her.
“Okay.” She pours herself some water and presses the cold glass to her cheek. “Amalia’s file?”
“You’ll get the email in the morning. I promise.” I scoot closer to the window and stare at the dance floor, the light flickering in my eyes, and I ignore her altogether for the next fifteen minutes as she flips through the menu.
I can’t miss his entrance. It’s my only chance to go to him and catch him off guard. If someone in the past told me I’d be chasing a man, I’d laugh.
Here I am, though, turning into a lunatic because Octavius Reed won’t answer one single question!
And that’s when I feel it.
The sudden change of energy akin to an electric blast sending goose bumps through my entire system.
“They’re here!” I jump up, practically plastering my face against the glass, and she comes closer, following my gaze to the parting crowd on the dance floor.
It’s as if the whole club has frozen in time to give space to the newly arrived people.
A murmur washes over the crowd, judging by their body language, as four men march inside in unison.
Florian walks in first, and a server runs to him, holding a tray with a drink that he snags easily, then winks at the passing women who giggle happily at his attention, and I roll my eyes at this.
I guess he does all he can to keep his manwhore reputation intact, as if anyone ever doubted it.
I look who’s behind him and exhale when Octavius comes in next, scorching heat along with longing washing over me at the sight of him. All these months my body missed his, and my eyes drink in his magnificent features, greedy to memorize it all for fear of him forever forbidding me to even breathe around him once all is said and done tonight.
He strolls to the bar, snapping his fingers at the bartender, who instantly takes out an envelope and gives it to him.
The air hitches in my throat.
