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The next night
I’m waiting for you.
Corinne slipped into the back seat of the limo, opened the text from her husband, and smiled.
I’m on the way, lover.
She bit her bottom lip, and the chauffeur pulled away from the curb and headed to The Den.
Text when you’ve made it safely.
I will.
I love you.
I love you too.
Inside her black sparkling Dior clutch, Corinne removed a mirror and checked her appearance. Red lipstick colored her lips, dark mascara and brown foundation had been whipped on her face by a makeup artist. On her body, a red bandaged mini dress squeezed her figure, revealing long brown legs that poured from the material. She’d splashed Chanel number nine before leaving and was ready to have the time of her life.
When the limo pulled into the parking lot of The Den, she didn’t wait for the driver to open her door before she hopped out, eager to get to Xavier.
Corinne transformed into Dahlia the minute her feet crossed the threshold and entered the double doors. Multicolored lights reminded her of last night.
The only person at the podium was Daniella. Corinne smiled as she approached, but Daniella spoke first.
“Welcome back to The Den, Dahlia. You look beautiful.”
Corinne blushed. “Has anyone ever told you that you make them feel….”
Daniella’s brow arched, but she smirked and saved Corinne.
“All the time. Follow me.” Daniella turned, and Corinne caught up with her steps, easing next to her strut. They went to the elevator they’d got on the night before. Daniella entered a code, and the doors opened.
“After you.”
They watchedeach other as the elevator ascended, and Daniella’s invading stare made Corinne wonder what she was thinking.
“How do you feel tonight, Dahlia?”
“Excited.”
Daniella’s lips transformed into a smile. “Excitement is good.”
“And nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?”
“I don’t know what to expect.”
“This almost sounds like how our conversation started last night.”
Corinne laughed. “You’re right.”
“Do you remember your ultimate fantasy?”
“I can never forget it.”