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Ben drove us there, and within twenty minutes, we arrived at The Scene, a club on the bottom floor of a warehouse. There was no line to get in, though there were a lot of security checks. We handed over our phones and bags for the guards to search. And after that, we went through a metal detector.
“Do I need an X-ray next?” I half-joked.
Xander shrugged “It’s a private club, which means exclusive. Big names come here.”
The security guard had told us as much. Walking inside, we found the place packed with people dancing around a raised platform. The DJ hovered like a spider, and tiers of dance space shaped like a web surrounded him. The music pumped as lights flashed and spun.
“Nadia!” Wyatt yelled. He walked up from the back bar wearing a muscle shirt and bondage pants.
Xander leaned over my ear. “He’s sexier in person.”
“Oh, he is. You’re already smitten,” I teased.
“I could be,” Xander joked.
Wyatt was followed by more people, including Ellie and Patrick. We did quick introductions as the bass pounded through the speakers to a song we all wanted to dance to. Xander took out a whistle and blew it before doing a high kick entrance on the dance floor.
Wyatt laughed. “Ouah, il est intéressant.”
“Oui. He is.” I agreed with a smile. We joined him on the floor, and I moved to the music with the crowd’s energy—stomping, bouncing, and shaking. Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the hard beats. My hands moved over my head as I swayed my hips. Hands closed on my waist, and I was pulled flush against a solid muscular frame. I froze. Whoa. But he didn’t. His hips moved in time to the beat, and he was excited. I could feel an impressive bulge against my ass.
“Let go of me,” I hissed.
“Nadia….” The voice was far, but I could see Trevor. He was in his robe. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me hard against his body. The acrid smell of his breath as he hissed, ‘You have me too worked up to let you go.’
I clawed into the hands on my waist, my breath staggered. “Let—Let go. Let go of me. Now.” I gagged. My stomach lurched. He’s not going to stop. “I’m sick. Let-Let me go. Now.”
“Whoa.” The hands dropped. “Sorry, Nadia.”
He said my name. This person knows me? I turned around to find Hayden, holding his hands up and smiling. “I was only…what do you say, vibing?”
“No, you weren’t,” I raised my voice and stormed off the dance floor. I was burning up. My heart was racing. I need air. I need out of here. I can’t do this.
“Attendez. Wait. Don’t leave,” Hayden called out as he caught up to me. “I don’t understand. It was only dancing—”
“Not to me,” I hissed, and my hands fisted tightly at my sides. I could barely find my voice. I wanted him to leave me alone.
“In nightclubs we dance close, no?” he puzzled.
I stiffened. “No…no one touches me without permission.” Never again.
His eyes widened and I could see he remembered what he knew had happened to me. “I’m sorry. Are you going to be okay?”
I took a few deep breaths, then nodded. “I am…you…you caught me off guard.”
“I hadn’t thought. You were wearing my dress and dancing. I lost my head.”
I nodded. If I saw someone wearing my clothes, I’d be excited too. I took deep breaths and went over again how it happened. Hayden hadn’t grabbed me. His hands were on my waist dancing, like many around us. The front of his body did brush against my ass, but he hadn’t been aroused. “Okay. I’ll be fine.”
“Come back and dance. I promise to keep my hands off?” He put his hands behind his back.
My eyes darted at the many people around. Quite a number of them were staring at him with interest. “I’m sure you can find plenty of partners.”
“I could, but I choose you. Watching you dance was a pleasure. You were natural. Having fun. It was a pleasure to see. S’il te plaît, please.” He gestured his hands broadly for me to return.
My gaze went to Xander, who was dancing closely with Wyatt.
Hayden apologized. It’s only a dance. Besides, I’ll have to work with him. The last thing I need is more problems. And he hadn’t been wrong. I had been doing my best to embrace Paris, but there was a deep sadness within me to not have this time with Paul as well. But the dancing had been fun, and Xander was right. I needed more fun.
