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The thing about Ruby is she has no boundaries and is way too touchy-feely for my liking sometimes. She’ll happily strip naked in front of you to showcase her new bikini wax, squeeze your boobs at inappropriate times because she likes the feeling of them, and slap you on the ass all the freaking time. And that’s why Hannah and I love her so much, because she is the complete opposite of us. Plus, she’s the socialite about town and she always gets us the best seats, and she would do anything for us. She has a heart of gold. It also helps that her father owns half of California’s nightclubs, bars, and restaurants, and she gets us in for free everywhere.
“Wow, it’s crazy busy. Please tell me we have seats?” I look over Ruby’s shoulder. The place is buzzing with beautiful people.
“Before we go. There aren’t a lot of men here, but the ones who are in here are supreme. Top shelf.” She chef kisses her fingertips. “Just have fun and you can thank me later.”
“You are acting more incognito tonight. More than usual.” Hannah pulls her clear lip gloss out of her black sequin-encrusted clutch and smothers her lips until they look like glass. She’s obsessed with reapplication. She snaps her purse shut and smacks her lips together. “Shall we?”
“Hell yeah.” Ruby whips around in a flash, her deep-red hair swishing as she moves swiftly toward the towering wooden church-style doors leading to the body of the club.
“I hope you brought lots of dollar bills like I told you for tonight. Saturday nights here are all for charity. And I just know how charitable you girls are.” She flings her head back, laughing.
Charity night? At a nightclub?
“What the hell have we gotten ourselves into, Hannah?” I smooth down my deep-purple front-zip dress. It’s riskier and more figure hugging than I would normally wear, but I bought this ages ago and have never had the courage to wear it. I consider pulling the zipper up further to hide my cleavage, but stop myself. Screw it, the girls are getting their monthly airing tonight. I push my boobs together and lower my zipper an inch. After all the soul-deep thoughts Lincoln told me earlier, I have never felt so sexy.
The main doors part for us and we’re hit by a wall of soul-shaking beats. It vibrates through my entire body and I can already feel my hangover tomorrow. It’s going to be a great night.
I look up as we are ushered to our seats through a sea of excitable women, eyeing row upon row of wooden arches above. Both sides of the nightclub are lined with alcoves, all fitted with modern racing-green leather banquette seating.
The entire club is a complete contrast. At eye level it’s dark, but the ceiling is lit with strings adorned with thousands of warm-yellow firefly lights and giant LED starbursts. The lights bounce off the stained glass windows, causing a kaleidoscope of colors overhead. I gasp at its beauty.
I gaze around the enormous space and realize the crowd is at least ninety percent women.
I lean near Hannah’s ear so she can hear me over the loud music. “You are never finding a man in here tonight.” I laugh.
She nods her head in agreement.
We finally reach our VIP seating right beside the bar.
I frown. It’s unusual for VIP, which are normally situated as far away from the bar as possible.
“We have the best seats in the house, ladies.” Ruby lays her purse on the table and checks the time. “We have about five minutes before the fun begins.”
I do not know what fun she is talking about, but I quickly stand and offer to get our drinks.
The bar is so long it disappears up one side of the club with at least fifty guys serving. Mirrors line the entire bar, making it look even longer. Wooden shelving houses row upon row of brightly colored liquor bottles in every stone alcove. The inner interior designer part of me praises the person who sympathetically designed this. It’s breathtaking.
Facing away from the bar, I’m too busy looking around the dance floor when a voice from behind me asks, “What can I get you?”
I snap my head around. I know that voice.
“Lincoln!”
His eyes bug out.
“Shit. What the hell are you doing here?” He looks concerned.
“What the hell are you doing here and why are you standing behind the bar?”
And what is he wearing? White vest top exposing his bulging biceps and strong bronzed shoulders, baseball cap, and massive baggy jeans that hang low across his hips. He looks like Channing Fucking Tatum, but ten times more handsome.
“I work here on Saturdays.” He hangs his head, then lifts it again, turning his baseball cap backward so I can see his face. His jaws ticks, once, then twice. He’s so gorgeous.
“What’s with you and these random-ass jobs?” I almost shout at him. Is he really a director of a hotel and spa?
“I don’t get paid for tonight. None of the guys behind the bar do. It’s all for charity and I’ve only been doing this for four weeks. I'm helping out, that’s all.” He bites his lip, then checks the giant clock that’s being projected onto the wall above the bar. Three minutes to the hour. “Shit. You should go.”
“Why?” I frown, confused.
