at the caller ID.
“Hey, girlfriend,” Sharon said cheerfully from the other end. “Got any plans for tonight?”
Kiley grinned at her outrageous friend. “Nope. Are you calling to give me some by
chance?”
“Yep. A bunch of us are getting together and heading over to The Den. Up for it?”
“Of course. What time?”
“One hour.”
Kiley glanced at her watch. “That gives me just enough time to shower and change.
Meet you there.”
One hour later, Kiley was dressed and ready to party. This was just the thing she
needed to get her mind off Scott. Maybe she could drown her lust in alcohol, and if
she was lucky, some gorgeous hunk she would never see again.
Kiley slid from behind the steering wheel of her car and stood. As she did, she swept
her gaze over the crowd, looking for her friend. Sharon spotted her and waved from
across the parking lot. Waving back, Kiley quickly made her way over to join her and
three other girls gathered on the sidewalk just outside their favorite club.
Her friend looked incredible in a deep green mini-dress and three inch black stilettos
that showed off her long legs and accentuated the muscular tone of a runner. Her long,
brown hair was down around her shoulders and her brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
Sharon was a great friend. Kiley could always count on her to be there for her, but
Kiley also knew that trouble followed Sharon.
Not because she welcomed it or looked for it, but just because she seemed to have
some of the worst bad luck in the world.
“There you are,” Sharon said as she embraced her in a hug. As she pulled away, she
waved her hand toward the other three. “You remember these girls from the party planning
business, right?”
Kiley looked at them and nodded. “Yeah. Hi, guys.”
Lydia, Theresa, and Angela. They were Sharon’s employees and had started tagging along
to some of their nighttime haunts.
They all said their hellos and headed to the door. Inside, the club’s low lighting
cast the room in a reddish hue. Designed to look like an old, eighteenth century bordello,
the club had a very unusual vibe.
They grabbed one of the corner tables and quickly ordered a round of drinks. Kiley
needed this.
She needed the numbing effect to help her not think about Scott. Hopefully, if she
drank enough, maybe she wouldn’t think about anything at all.
Just as she was about to lift the glass to her lips the waiter had set in front of
her, she spotted the last person in the world she wanted to see over by the bar.
Scott.
He stood with two other guys, drinking beer and talking about God knows what. As she
stared, several women walked past him, giving him looks that very clearly said what
they wanted.
Kiley frowned as Scott began to talk to one of those women.
Why should she care, right? She took a huge sip of her drink then started to set her
glass down but changed her mind. Lifting it, she started to take another.
“Hey, is that Scott?” Sharon asked as she raised her hand to wave.
Kiley grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand back down. “No!”
Sharon gave her a confused look. “Why not?”
Kiley shook her head. “Just—“
She saw Scott walking toward them and inwardly groaned. Too late. He’d already spotted
them. “Damn.”
Sharon frowned at Scott, then her. “What’s going on, Kiley? Are you mad at him or
something?”
“Or something,” she mumbled and gulped down another huge sip of her drink.
God, he looked good—jeans, t-shirt, wide shoulders, narrow hips, beer in hand, smile
on his handsome face. Sighing, she lifted her glass to down the remaining contents.
Lydia grabbed her elbow and whispered, “Slow down, hon.”
Kiley could already feel the effects. Warmth spread through her limbs. Fog penetrated
her brain to leave her feeling slightly disoriented and way too loose with her tongue.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped as Scott came to stand by their
“Hey, girlfriend,” Sharon said cheerfully from the other end. “Got any plans for tonight?”
Kiley grinned at her outrageous friend. “Nope. Are you calling to give me some by
chance?”
“Yep. A bunch of us are getting together and heading over to The Den. Up for it?”
“Of course. What time?”
“One hour.”
Kiley glanced at her watch. “That gives me just enough time to shower and change.
Meet you there.”
One hour later, Kiley was dressed and ready to party. This was just the thing she
needed to get her mind off Scott. Maybe she could drown her lust in alcohol, and if
she was lucky, some gorgeous hunk she would never see again.
Kiley slid from behind the steering wheel of her car and stood. As she did, she swept
her gaze over the crowd, looking for her friend. Sharon spotted her and waved from
across the parking lot. Waving back, Kiley quickly made her way over to join her and
three other girls gathered on the sidewalk just outside their favorite club.
Her friend looked incredible in a deep green mini-dress and three inch black stilettos
that showed off her long legs and accentuated the muscular tone of a runner. Her long,
brown hair was down around her shoulders and her brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
Sharon was a great friend. Kiley could always count on her to be there for her, but
Kiley also knew that trouble followed Sharon.
Not because she welcomed it or looked for it, but just because she seemed to have
some of the worst bad luck in the world.
“There you are,” Sharon said as she embraced her in a hug. As she pulled away, she
waved her hand toward the other three. “You remember these girls from the party planning
business, right?”
Kiley looked at them and nodded. “Yeah. Hi, guys.”
Lydia, Theresa, and Angela. They were Sharon’s employees and had started tagging along
to some of their nighttime haunts.
They all said their hellos and headed to the door. Inside, the club’s low lighting
cast the room in a reddish hue. Designed to look like an old, eighteenth century bordello,
the club had a very unusual vibe.
They grabbed one of the corner tables and quickly ordered a round of drinks. Kiley
needed this.
She needed the numbing effect to help her not think about Scott. Hopefully, if she
drank enough, maybe she wouldn’t think about anything at all.
Just as she was about to lift the glass to her lips the waiter had set in front of
her, she spotted the last person in the world she wanted to see over by the bar.
Scott.
He stood with two other guys, drinking beer and talking about God knows what. As she
stared, several women walked past him, giving him looks that very clearly said what
they wanted.
Kiley frowned as Scott began to talk to one of those women.
Why should she care, right? She took a huge sip of her drink then started to set her
glass down but changed her mind. Lifting it, she started to take another.
“Hey, is that Scott?” Sharon asked as she raised her hand to wave.
Kiley grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand back down. “No!”
Sharon gave her a confused look. “Why not?”
Kiley shook her head. “Just—“
She saw Scott walking toward them and inwardly groaned. Too late. He’d already spotted
them. “Damn.”
Sharon frowned at Scott, then her. “What’s going on, Kiley? Are you mad at him or
something?”
“Or something,” she mumbled and gulped down another huge sip of her drink.
God, he looked good—jeans, t-shirt, wide shoulders, narrow hips, beer in hand, smile
on his handsome face. Sighing, she lifted her glass to down the remaining contents.
Lydia grabbed her elbow and whispered, “Slow down, hon.”
Kiley could already feel the effects. Warmth spread through her limbs. Fog penetrated
her brain to leave her feeling slightly disoriented and way too loose with her tongue.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped as Scott came to stand by their
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