having a ball.
“Hey, gorgeous,” some guy says in my ear. He steps back, and I notice that he happens to be wearing a full suit, complete with tie.
In a club?
Really?
There was a time I would have found a guy like this obscenely attractive. Not anymore. Bolt has ruined me.
I smile at him but keep on dancing.
Candice’s eyes go wide, and her mouth falls open. She gives me the ‘go for it’ signal.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asks.
I shake my head and keep dancing.
“Can I at least dance with you...please?” He starts to move, and I have to say, he can dance. I still feel nothing. I hate Bolt. I. Hate. Him. He has destroyed how I will see men from now on. They’ll all seem weak, unattractive, and lukewarm.
I’m buzzing. Okay, more than buzzing, so I decide that a dance will be fine. Come on! I need to get over Bolt and move on. I nod, and we start dancing. I can feel the shots going more and more to my head. It’s fine! We’re only dancing. Candice is here. I don’t plan on doing anything. Forget it! I’m too hung up on Bolt. The asshole! I’ll dance and relax, and then I’ll head home…alone!
Bolt
My phone rings. I’m in bed, trying to sleep and not succeeding. I’ve been trying for the last two hours. Who would call me now?
Miss Shaw.
What if it’s her? Maybe she needs help. Maybe… I grab my phone from next to my bed. It’s Tri. What does he want? He probably wants to get me out of the house. Does he realize it’s nearly twelve? I’m irritated at the flood of disappointment because it’s not her. I sigh and swipe a hand over my face.
“Fuck him!” I mutter to myself and put my phone back down.
Maybe he wants to talk. Whatever it is, it can wait. I have a full day of work planned for tomorrow. I need to sleep. I’m just pulling a pillow over my head when I hear my phone vibrate with a message.
I push out a heavy sigh. I have to see what he wants. It could be important. Probably not, but I won’t be able to sleep until I know for sure.
Tri: Your harpy lookalike is here.
I sit up in bed. What? What the fuck? I dial Trident. He picks up almost immediately. I hear loud, thumping music in the background. He laughs.
“She’s there?” I practically shout. It sounds like he’s at his club.
“Yep. I’m at The Lagoon. I thought I would let you know.”
“How long has she been there?”
“I thought you didn’t care.” He laughs some more, and I swear, if he was in the room with me, I would pop him a shot in the jaw.
“How long has she been there?” I growl.
“Um…er…about an hour and fifteen minutes.”
“What?” I shout. “And you’re only telling me now?”
“Again, you made it sound like you guys have a strictly working relationship, and that it’s not a big deal.”
“It’s a big deal, okay? A big fucking deal.”
“Well, then you had better hurry. She’s wearing this slinky, red dress.” He whistles low. “The guys can’t keep their eyes off her. Some asshole is dancing with her right now, and…” He doesn’t say anything more.
“And what?” I push out.
“I might have fed her a couple of shots.” He laughs.
“What? She can’t handle her alcohol.”
“I suggest you get your ass here, then. They definitely didn’t come straight from home, and I saw them do a shot at the bar soon after they arrived.” He laughs again, loving every minute.
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Relax, I’ll keep my eyes on them. Her friend is cute. Nothing will happen. Just get your ass here ASAP.”
“I’m not using the front entrance,” I say.
“You need to park at the back of the club. I’ll have someone waiting to take you into VIP.”
“Thanks.” I put the phone down and jump out of bed. Fuck! Miss Shaw is at The Lagoon, half-drunk, and dancing with some asshole who only wants to get into her pants.
I dress quickly. I’m in one of my cars ten minutes later. I choose the Bugatti for speed and reach the club six and a half minutes later. I park around the back, frowning for half a second at the thought of leaving my car here. I quickly dismiss the thought when I think about Miss Shaw in a red dress dancing with some fucker.
“Bolt,” the big guy at the door says as I close my door