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“Because you’re what’s hot,” I say simply. “And I’m in the business of giving people what they want, not what I’d like them to want.”
Kara considers my words and then lets them pass without comment. She turns to Dax and pecks him on the cheek. “I’m going. I’m on soon so I gotta get ready.”
She stands. Evie and I do as well. “Thank you for inviting us along,” I say, and it’s actually genuine, even though I’m sure the welling feeling of appreciation has more than a little to do with the alcohol hitting my brain. “We’re looking forward to seeing what you can do.”
Kara just smiles and then makes her exit. A couple of the people in the group go along with her, presumably to help her get ready. That leaves Evie and me with Dax, Brent, Cheryl, and the rest.
Suddenly the situation doesn’t feel as fun as it did a moment ago. It feels awkward. I glance at our two enemies. They look pissed. I’m not particularly excited about spending the rest of the night sitting around trying not to argue with them.
I turn to Evie. “Let’s dance.”
Her face lights up, relieved to escape.
“Wait, you’re leaving?” Tori asks. “This is the VIP section.” She sounds surprised that we’d even consider stepping out.
“Yeah, and we’re going to go rub elbows with the commoners,” I say with a laugh. I stand and offer a hand to Evie. “We’ll be around.”
We rejoin the crowd on the balcony. Evie grabs my hand and guides me to the bar where she orders us another shot and a drink — a fruity cocktail for her and, guessing correctly, a dark liquor straight for me.
We take the four drinks to the edge of the balcony, the sea of people jumping and crashing like waves below us.
“Did that go well?” Evie asks with a smile. “I feel like that went well.”
“I think she likes us,” I say, matching her grin.
“So now what?”
The energy of the place, the drunk slowly creeping up on me — it’s all warming my heart to the club scene. It doesn’t hurt that Evie lights up every room she’s in like the rising sun.
I raise my shot glass to hers and we clink. “Now?” I say. “Now we have some fun.”
We go downstairs, leaving the stuffy VIPs behind for the heat and chaos of the main floor. By the time we’ve worked our way to the center of the dancers, Kara is on and the room surges as one to greet her.
“MY DARLINGS ARE YOU READY TO HAVE SOME FUN TONIGHT?”
“FUCK YEAH!” I shout with the crowd.
In answer, the lights shift to red lasers, smoke pours out of vents around us and the beat drops. The bass reverberates in my head, my bones. My senses are overwhelmed. My heart is full. Because Evie is right beside me, screaming and jumping with everyone else.
Who is this man who’s suddenly replaced the reliable old Nick? I’m not sure and I definitely don’t care. The next two hours are a blur of drinks and dancing. Evie grinding on me, my hard cock pressing against her ass in that hot little black dress. I sweat straight through my suit and completely lose the jacket at some point, abandoning it to be crushed underfoot. Evie unbuttons my dress shirt so that I look like I’m in Saturday Night Fever, but I don’t care. I never want it to end.
But of course, like all good things, it does.
Kara takes a break around 1 a.m. and Evie and I stagger off the dance floor and head up to the VIP section to congratulate her on a fucking awesome set.
I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror once again and we no longer look so coolly put together. But damn does it look like we’re having a good time.
Kara is similarly drenched in sweat and so hyped up from her set that she gives Evie a huge hug upon seeing her. The normally cool-as-ice DJ is grinning from ear to ear, and she hops up and down, still riding the high of the show.
“It was amazing!” Evie says. “Oh my god I haven’t danced like that since… I don’t think ever.”
“Did I win you two over?” Kara asks.
The rush of the dance floor is fading, and I’m sobering up a bit but I still have to smile. “I think after thirty-odd years I finally see what all the fuss is about,” I admit.
Kara leaves for a moment to give Dax a peck on the lips, but returns quickly, asking, “Want to check out backstage?”
“I was thinking I might get some air,” I say, just as Evie says, “I’d love to.”
