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"You've got to admit it’s a great perk," Lisa chimed in.
"Yes, it is. I love this place, so spacious," I agreed.
"What about your apartment?" Benny asked, curious.
"It’s sitting vacant. Sadie is living with Finley," I explained.
"Excuse me," Lisa interrupted. "Is that the same workaholic Finley who has no time for a social life?"
"Apparently, he has time for Sadie, and I’m happy for them," I replied, feeling genuinely pleased for my brother and best friend.
After the quick tour, we settled on the couch to catch up.
"How’s work?" Lisa asked, breaking the silence.
"It’s good though my boss can be a hard ass," I joked.
"I heard that," Oliver's voice floated down the hall, and we turned to see him approaching.
"You were supposed to. Everything all right?" I asked, concern flashing in my eyes.
"Just a call from my attorney. Everything is fine. Can I offer anyone a drink?" Oliver offered, his voice casual and reassuring.
"I think we can wait until we get to the club since the owner has so graciously offered free drinks as well as entry," Benny replied with a grin.
"He’s a good guy, isn’t he?" Lisa chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I think so," I agreed, a warm feeling spreading through me.
Oliver settled himself next to me, his arm wrapping around my shoulders in a comforting gesture.
"You’re all dressed very nicely," he observed, his eyes lingering appreciatively on each of us.
Diana's dress, a deep blue shade, mirrored mine, while Lisa looked chic in a black skirt and sleeveless burgundy blouse. Benny's black dress shirt and dark blue jeans completed the ensemble, perfect for a night out.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of dancing with my friends, knowing that by the end of the night, my makeup would be smudged and my hair tousled, but right now, I felt confident and ready for whatever the evening had in store.
"Show Me Yours" was an experience unlike any other. The ambiance was both seductive and sophisticated, with soft blues and beiges adorning the space. As we entered, my eyes widened at the sight of the staff. The hostess, in a skimpy light blue dress, seemed conservative compared to the waitresses, who wore black leather micro skirts and halter tops that left little to the imagination.
The waiters, clad in skin-hugging leather pants with no shirts, exuded confidence and allure. It was as if every person I laid eyes on was sculpted from marble, beautiful and well-muscled.
The pulsating beats of Nathaniel Heaton, the renowned DJ, filled the air as he worked his magic behind the turntables. Lights danced across the high ceilings, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the packed dance floor.
Trevor and Brenda led us to the VIP area, where a private space awaited us with bottle service. I settled onto the beige banquette, tucking my purse beside me, as a tall blonde waitress swiftly took our drink orders.
Usually a wine enthusiast, tonight I opted for something stronger and ordered rum and Coke. Lisa, Benny, and Diana stuck with beer as we settled in, soaking in the electrifying atmosphere. Halfway through my drink, the urge to dance became irresistible. Trevor joined us on the dance floor, while Brenda stayed behind to keep an eye on our belongings.
Surrounded by my friends, I felt a surge of happiness as we claimed our spot on the dance floor. Despite the chill of October lingering outside, the air conditioning inside barely kept up with the heat generated by the crowd. Sweat glistened on my skin as I moved to the rhythm of the music, my loose hair clinging to me.
Trevor, ever vigilant, subtly positioned himself nearby, ready to intervene if needed. When a man bumped into me, Trevor quickly stepped in, creating a barrier between me and the intruder. Undeterred, I continued to dance until I was drenched in sweat. Gesturing to my friends, we made our way upstairs.
Upstairs, a pitcher of ice water awaited us, a welcome relief from the heat of the dance floor. When the waitress returned to take our drink orders, I ordered another rum and Coke, while my friends opted for water.
Sipping my drink, I couldn't shake the feeling that Oliver was keeping an eye on me, ensuring I didn't overindulge. It should have bothered me, his interference, but instead, it comforted me to know he cared so deeply.
“Are you having a good time?” Benny asked.
“Awesome. I’m so glad you could come.”
