Emma flicked her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms as if she was in a hurry. “Yes. It’s mentioned in the tickets.”
“It’ll be packed tonight.” He gave us back our IDs and opened the dark velvet curtain. “Enjoy the show, ladies.”
I shivered and stepped inside, clutching my friends’ arms on each side. The air smelt like a sharp, exotic perfume in the dark hallway that led to another curtain. I had to blink to get adjusted to the neon lights that flashed around the vast expanse of the club.
My mouth fell seeing the two stories of the club hidden in the shadows but illuminated with golden lights as if we were in some exotic, luxurious mansion and not a club. Even the music vibrated through the walls, making the hairs on my nape stand up with goosebumps. It made me dizzy, and I wanted to join the people on the stage and dance with them, run my hands over my body—shit. I felt like touching myself in front of a crowd, and I had just entered the club.
“Holy shitballs,” Summer breathed, squeezing my hand as we made our way to one of the empty circular booths sitting in the corner covered in deep red velvet. “This is amazing. Did you know the club would be like this?”
Emma shook her head but made herself comfortable against the expensive leather seat. She fit right in while Summer and I were gaping at our surroundings. Even though I felt out of my comfort zone, it felt somehow right. Especially after James’ class, I could notice the subtle lighting and how an audience would move in such a space. The designer had done a splendid job of creating an almost erotic experience for each person.
“There’s no information about the club online, and even their Instagram is sparse with very little details,” Emma said as we scrolled through the iPad placed in front of us with a variety of alcohol and snacks and even rooms. I was still gaping at it when she clicked through the cocktails and ordered three for us. “It’s apparently invite only, and you can upgrade your membership. Do you want to eat anything?”
“Even I’m not rich enough to eat a taco for twenty dollars,” Summer scrolled through the other snack options and selected nachos instead. She turned to Emma and said, “How the hell did you grab invitations for such a club, anyway?”
Emma stiffened, pursing her lips. Despite her cold poker face, I noticed her brow twitch. “I’ll pay—”
I stopped her. “You got us the tickets. I can pay for the drinks and snacks.”
Neither of them complained as I added my credit card details. The tempo of the song changed, and I shuffled in my seat, craning my head to look around when some announcement was made. Emma was scrolling through her phone while Summer was tapping her fingers on the table.
“I want to look around.”
“I want to dance.”
Summer and I said in unison, making Emma sigh and both of us grin. Before we could stand and go to the dance stage, our drinks and snacks were served by a very hot server dressed in a crisp shirt, slacks, and bowtie. Yes, a freaking bowtie. Even his hair was gelled back. He winked at us as he kept our tray, silver rings on all of his fingers.
“This is delicious.” I smacked my lips at the tangy taste and took another big sip of the cocktail. I hadn’t checked what Emma had ordered, but I trusted her judgement. Before I knew it, I had downed the drink and was walking towards the dancing crowd on the stage. My skin felt warm underneath the lights, being surrounded by smiling couples and girls grinding on each other, laughing as they even shared a kiss.
Soon, Summer and Emma joined me as we let our hair loose, swaying to the music and giggling when Summer made a raunchy move, making me blush.
“Hey, are you new here?”
I nodded at the cute guy with blond curls as he closed the distance between us. He was clean shaved and wearing pants and a well-fitted tee. But he wasn’t James.
“Sorry, I’m taken.” I grinned, waving at Emma and Summer, who waved back.
“Holy shit,” the guy stuttered, his cheek turning pink. “Are you girls throuples or some shit?”
“Hey.” I frowned, my head buzzing from dancing so much. “We are ladies. And it’s called throuple.”
“That’s so fucking hot,” he murmured when my friends stepped closer, sensing that the guy wasn’t taking a hint. We had practiced being a throuple or lesbian so many times that it was almost like a second nature to us. More for Summer, as she was bisexual. “Do you all want a male company?”
My frown deepened hearing his tone.Who the fuck said male company anymore? Who was this guy, anyway?
Before I could call him off, a cold, low voice said over my shoulder. “Get lost.”
My entire body froze hearing that tone, my stomach warming and heart pounding faster when an arm wrapped around me. I peered up from the powerful set of shoulders to the open view of his neck, licking my lips. His jaw was clenching deliciously, and I resisted the urge to tip on my heels and lick it before biting his lips.God, he is so fucking sexy. My panties were already dampening just by his mere presence.
He must be a wizard. A sex wizard.
At my thought, he flickered his stony blue eyes at me, his lips twitching.
“Hey man, chill. I was just asking them and they didn’t reject me—”
“You can leave. Now.” Another voice joined and Emma’s face paled.
I saw a stranger standing beside James, his tall frame similar to his with broad shoulders and donning an expensive looking suit and glaring at the blond guy whose face had turned pink receiving the stony expression from him and James. I didn’t know who the man was, but I knew he somehow knew Emma, because she swallowed and looked away from his intense stare.