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Chapter 1
“What are you staring at?” I asked.
“The hottest guy I’ve ever seen.” My best friend brought a flute of Prosecco to her bright red lips, her eyes locked on a man across the club floor.
I grinned. “Are you going to talk to him?”
“And leave you sitting here all by yourself? What kind of a friend do you think I am?”
“The horny kind.”
She winked at me. “The night is young and so are we. He might be hot, but I’m not willing to forgo all my other options just yet.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You haven’t even asked who I’m talking about. Aren’t you at all curious?”
“Not really.” I grabbed my rocks glass and took a sip of my clear, bubbly drink.
“You’re no fun.”
“I came out with you tonight, didn’t I?”
“I had to beg…”
I pointed to her. “Extrovert.” And then I pointed to myself. “Introvert.”
She pointed to herself. “Embraces life.” She pointed to me. “Reclusive shut-in.”
“Okay, fine. If I check out the hot guy you’re talking about, will you leave me alone?” I demanded lightly.
“Sure.” Charlie gestured with her chin. “Ten o’clock. Leather vest.”
“A leather vest? Seriously?”
“Not that kind of leather vest,” she assured me.
My curiosity was piqued. I swiveled on the bar stool, my eyes sifting through the people in the direction Charlie had motioned.
The lights of the club were low and the music was soft enough that I didn’t have to yell at Charlie to be heard. The hum of conversations faded away when I finally saw exactly who Charlie was talking about.
He was tall, towering over nearly everyone around him. His height wasn’t what made me pause, though. Those who moved in his sphere gave him a wide berth, like there was an invisible forcefield around him that people bounced off. His presence alone was commanding.
“Told ya,” Charlie said with a knowing laugh.
“He doesn’t even look like he belongs here.”
Chaos was an upscale club—more like a wine bar atmosphere, but with a dance floor. The bar was made of marble and the floor was polished oak. Everyone was perfectly coiffed and presented, each of them hoping to find the perfect stranger to fill the void we all lived with but pretended we didn’t have.
“Here.” Charlie handed me a bar napkin.
“What’s this for?” I asked.
“Your drool.”
“Oh, shut up.” I laughed and threw the napkin back at her.
“You should go talk to him,” she suggested, taking another sip of her Prosecco.
