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I mean, if that isn’t an invitation to go a little wild, then what is?
I shuffle in my seat, a frisson of energy dancing up my spine at the feel of my new lace G-string. New lingerie always makes me happier. And after braving my first flight in ten years, I deserve a treat.
“So, what’s the plan?” I ask as I finish the last spoonful of my dessert.
Jet’s attention is on Callaghan as he rises from his table.
“You stay here. I’ll be right back.” He tosses his napkin onto the table as he follows Callaghan across the restaurant in the direction of the restrooms.
I sit back in my seat, soaking in my surroundings. The restaurant is busy, and I spot the mayor of New York and his partner dining with another couple in a far corner.
“We’re leaving,” Jet snaps.
I look up to where he’s appeared beside the table. He’s tense and the vein in his temple looks close to bursting. I flick my gaze to Callaghan’s table. It’s empty.
“Did you speak to him?”
“Now, Ava,” he grits, taking my elbow so he can steer me from my seat.
He places his palm against my lower back and leads me from the restaurant. It’s like having a hot poker against me, his fury seeping into my skin.
“Where are we going?”
“I need a fucking drink,” he hisses.
I keep my mouth shut as he hails us a cab. We drive for less than ten minutes before pulling up alongside a deep emerald awning in front of a non-descript building.
“Where are we?”
Jet hands the driver some folded notes and climbs out. He comes around to my door and opens it.
“Somewhere Callaghan won’t be.”
He waits for me to climb out.
“No way… Is this Seasons?” I look up at the green awning. There’s no name on it. But I’ve heard rumors about this place. You have to besomeoneto be accepted as a member here. Royalty, The President… CEO of a globally celebrated airline.
Jet places his hand on my lower back as we approach the entrance. The two suited security guards nod at us, opening the doors and granting us entrance.
“Have you been here before?”
“Yes. But mostly their LA premises.”
“Oh.” I walk alongside him down the dimly lit hallway. Another security guard opens a doorway at the end, and we walk into a giant, lavish bar bustling with people.
I take in the intimate tables and long bar along one wall. At the far side is a stage with a giant grand piano on it. A woman in a long sequined dress is sitting on top of it, singing a low, sultry song as a man plays.
We take a seat at one of the tables and Jet orders for us, the server returning moments later with two tumblers of clear liquid on ice.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I lift the glass and sniff.Gin.
“Nothing happened. Callaghan’s still the same bastard he’s always been,” Jet clips.
“Where’s he going to be tomorrow? Are you going to try to speak to him again?”
He takes a long drink then leans back in his seat,spreading his arms over the sides. The half-empty glass dangles between his fingertips as he holds it by the rim.
“No. He knows I want to speak with him now. That’s the first step. His curiosity will win out. But not before he’s had us follow him around like dogs first. It’s a power game. He’ll cave, though… eventually.”
