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I'm a little less confident.
Not that that stops me from going back to Dreamland that night.
Yeah--I take my cut of the cash from our deals last night, and I head right back to Dreamland like a dog on a leash. This time, there's no Rook with me, and it occurs to me as I get to the front of the line that I might not be able to get in.
Only to discover thatsomebodyput me on the list.
It had to be her, right?
Aisling.
I head inside, walking down the narrow corridor and then into the elevator, swallowing hard and hearing my pulse in my throat as the doors slide open. Neon lights blind me as the pulsatingmusic envelops me. The air is heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, alcohol, desire.
My eyes scan the crowd, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of bodies writhing to the beat.
I don't see her.
Wherever she is, she ain't here--and alone tonight, I settle into an awkward seat at one of the tables near the main stage. The scent of omegas in heat nearly overwhelms me, makes me want to take out my wallet and give these girls everything I own. I know it's artificial--that it's a ploy by the owner to pump pheromones into the air--but I don't give a shit.
Luka and Rook may have been right, but desire is a powerful drug.
As the music pounds through my veins, I let myself get lost in the atmosphere. The dancers on stage move with a hypnotic grace, their bodies glistening under the neon lights. It's hard not to be captivated by their sensuality, their raw power.
But my eyes keep searching, yearning for a glimpse of Aisling.
She's the only one I want.
Just as I begin to lose hope, a figure emerges from the shadows, moving towards me with an enticing sway of her hips. She's wearing a glittering silver pair of shorts, a scrap of gauzymaterial covering her breasts. I can see her brown nipples through the top, and I can't stop my jaw from dropping.
Aisling's eyes lock onto mine, a mischievous glint dancing within them. She wears a seductive smile, her lips painted a deep shade of plum that begs to be tasted.
"Didn't expect to see you here all alone," she purrs, sliding into the seat next to mine. I can feel the heat radiating off her body as she leans closer, her breath warm against my ear. "You missed me, didn't you?"
I try to play it cool, but the desire is intense. I feel like I'm living in a dream--like Dreamland is just that, like the clouds are real, the lights moonbeams. And Aisling...she's a creature of raw lust, a wet dream made real.
I lean in.
"You aren't trying to use me, are you?"
She bites her lip. "I don't know, Gunnar Finch...you seem like the kind of man who might like to be used."
I chuckle, my voice laced with anticipation and desire. "Well, I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?"
Aisling's eyes darken with a mix of mischief and hunger. Her hand drifts casually across my thigh, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.
"Oh, I intend to," she whispers seductively, her gaze locking onto mine.
The music fades into the background as we become immersed in our own erotic dance, the heat between us intensifying with every passing moment. The electricity in the air crackles with anticipation as Aisling leans in closer, her lips mere inches from mine.
"Do you want a drink, Gunnar?" she asks.
"Yes," I growl.
I would say yes to anything she asked me right now.
She takes my hand and stands up, and I follow her through the crowd of writhing bodies, horny guests, gorgeous dancers. She brings me to the very corner of the bar, right next to the door to the private rooms, and she rounds the bar to pour me a drink.
"Tequila?" she asks.
