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"Welcome. My name is Anastasia. I will be your hostess for the evening."
"Oh, okay." I frown. "Do we not get to seat ourselves?"
I look around to see if I can spot Whittaker anywhere.
"We have very different areas for very different members. You are not a member," she says. "You're just a guest tonight."
"Yeah, I'm a guest, but I'm very interested in becoming a member." I say.
"Well, we shall see. Follow me."
She guides us to the side of the room to a small table.
"You can sit here. This is the Peacock Room." She ushers us to a booth. "You press this button and someone will come out and take your drink order."
"Is this the only bar in Club Z or?—"
"No," she says. "But for now, you start here. Understand?"
I nod. "Perfectly. Thank you."
"Very welcome," she says. She touches my upper arm and runs her fingers down the side of my jacket. "Armani, no?" She looks my suit up and down. "Very nice."
"Custom-made," I say. "By the man himself."
"I can tell." She smiles and looks over at Skye. "Have a good evening, madame."
"You too, thanks," Skye says before we sit down. "I think she thinks I'm a prostitute," Skye says out of nowhere, and I burst out laughing.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're obviously very well-to-do in your fancy suit with your expensive watch and shoes, and here I am in my knock-off Valentino dress."
"Your what?" I ask.
"It's a knock-off Valentino dress." She grins. "I got it made in Chinatown, and I just feel like she knew that it wasn't real, and I suddenly feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman."
"You shouldn't. You're not a prostitute."
"I know I'm not a prostitute, I just feel like she thinks I was." She sighs. "Anyway, let's get a drink. I really need a drink."
"Sure. What would you like?"
"Maybe a Cosmopolitan."
"Sounds good. I'll get us two."
"You drink cocktails?" she asks in surprise.
"Not generally, but when we're in a place like this, I feel like we should class it up a little bit."
I press the button that Anastasia had pointed out to me earlier and another cute blonde comes rushing up to the table.
"Good evening. What would you like to drink tonight?" she asks in a deep voice and accent I can't place.
"We'd like two Cosmopolitans, please. Unless there is a house special that you recommend?"
"We do have the Club Z, but it is very potent," she says, glancing at me and Skye. "Would you like to try it?"
