all agree to meet up for lunch and the spa later.
This is just what I need: time to unwind. Getting all prettied up, drinking and dancing the night away is just what the doctor ordered.
**********
“Oh, honey, it’s fate!” Scott gushes as we get our toes done and sip Mai Tai’s.
Scott is one of my best friends. We met five years ago after I moved to San Francisco. He is handsome with short blonde hai r and the hottest grey eyes. He’s tall, lean, gay, and I love him to pieces.
I ’ve been telling him and our other best friend, Lydia, about my unexpected reunion with Collin. They know all about Connor as well as Collin’s and my history. I hide nothing from them.
“ Girl, your dream is finally coming true,” Lydia adds. “Your wet dreams,” she mutters and we burst out laughing.
Lydia is a dark-haired A mazon. Tall, thick, curvy and beautiful. If she were to ever try out for the role of Wonder Woman, she’d totally get the part…barring the fact that she can’t act for shit. She and Scott had met a few months before they met me and we’ve all been inseparable ever since.
“Yeah, but he is so infuriating,” I groan.
“And don’ t forget hot. You can see with a man being infuriating if he’s hot,” Scott affirms.
“ Mmm, so hot,” I mumble, closing my eyes and remembering how good Collin looked last night.
“ Lynnie, come back from the depths of erotica for a minute,” Lydia jokes, laughing along with Scott.
I narrow my eyes at both of them and take a welcomed sip of my fruity drink, cooling my temperature.
“Do you know if he’s going to be there?” she asks. “At the club, I mean.”
My stomach dips. Johann is his friend. It is Johann’s club. The possibility exists. Now I’m nervous.
“ I-I dunno,” I stutter, exhilaration lying beneath the surface at the thought that I just might see Collin.
“ Well, then, just in case he does make an appearance, we’re going to make you look irresistible!” Scott excites. “ Operation: Get Collin to see South as a hot babe , is in full effect!”
We clap our hands together and squeal in excitement as Marta and her ladies finish up our pedicures. Anticipation coils tight in my belly. I ca n’t wait for tonight.
**********
I’m dancing with Scott and I feel completely stress free. We arrived at Evolution – Johann named it after his gym – just about an hour ago. Dressed in a form fitting white, off-the-shoulder dress that stops mid-thigh, suede pumps that match my fiery red hair that I’ve put up in a bun, with curly tendrils down the side of my face, I am having a ball.
When we stepped up to the bouncer, we were surprised to find that we were on an approved list. Even more surprising was when we were led to the VIP area.
As we passed the main floor, the dance floor caught my eye. The floor was black, but in the center of it was a glowing aquamarine portion that made it seem like you were dancing on water. Scott and I couldn’t wait to get out there.
We spotted the crowded bar, wondering if we were going to have to go through all of that chaos just to get a drink. Our worries were put to rest, when we ascended to the VIP section.
The VIP area is a wraparound extension of the club that has its own bar and waitresses dressed in dark grey booty shorts, tight white button downs tucked neatly into their shorts, black stilettos and black ties. These girls are very hot.
One of them flirted with Scott and the butt head flirted right back with her. I could n’t blame her though. Scott was looking especially scrumptious in dark blue fitted jeans, and a long-sleeved, grey button down shirt with a black embroidered eagle on the back, that clung to his muscles like skin. He left a few buttons open at the top to show a peaking of his smooth, toned chest and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. He left his hair messy, giving it that just-fucked look that all the women – and men – love on him. Scott was getting attention
This is just what I need: time to unwind. Getting all prettied up, drinking and dancing the night away is just what the doctor ordered.
**********
“Oh, honey, it’s fate!” Scott gushes as we get our toes done and sip Mai Tai’s.
Scott is one of my best friends. We met five years ago after I moved to San Francisco. He is handsome with short blonde hai r and the hottest grey eyes. He’s tall, lean, gay, and I love him to pieces.
I ’ve been telling him and our other best friend, Lydia, about my unexpected reunion with Collin. They know all about Connor as well as Collin’s and my history. I hide nothing from them.
“ Girl, your dream is finally coming true,” Lydia adds. “Your wet dreams,” she mutters and we burst out laughing.
Lydia is a dark-haired A mazon. Tall, thick, curvy and beautiful. If she were to ever try out for the role of Wonder Woman, she’d totally get the part…barring the fact that she can’t act for shit. She and Scott had met a few months before they met me and we’ve all been inseparable ever since.
“Yeah, but he is so infuriating,” I groan.
“And don’ t forget hot. You can see with a man being infuriating if he’s hot,” Scott affirms.
“ Mmm, so hot,” I mumble, closing my eyes and remembering how good Collin looked last night.
“ Lynnie, come back from the depths of erotica for a minute,” Lydia jokes, laughing along with Scott.
I narrow my eyes at both of them and take a welcomed sip of my fruity drink, cooling my temperature.
“Do you know if he’s going to be there?” she asks. “At the club, I mean.”
My stomach dips. Johann is his friend. It is Johann’s club. The possibility exists. Now I’m nervous.
“ I-I dunno,” I stutter, exhilaration lying beneath the surface at the thought that I just might see Collin.
“ Well, then, just in case he does make an appearance, we’re going to make you look irresistible!” Scott excites. “ Operation: Get Collin to see South as a hot babe , is in full effect!”
We clap our hands together and squeal in excitement as Marta and her ladies finish up our pedicures. Anticipation coils tight in my belly. I ca n’t wait for tonight.
**********
I’m dancing with Scott and I feel completely stress free. We arrived at Evolution – Johann named it after his gym – just about an hour ago. Dressed in a form fitting white, off-the-shoulder dress that stops mid-thigh, suede pumps that match my fiery red hair that I’ve put up in a bun, with curly tendrils down the side of my face, I am having a ball.
When we stepped up to the bouncer, we were surprised to find that we were on an approved list. Even more surprising was when we were led to the VIP area.
As we passed the main floor, the dance floor caught my eye. The floor was black, but in the center of it was a glowing aquamarine portion that made it seem like you were dancing on water. Scott and I couldn’t wait to get out there.
We spotted the crowded bar, wondering if we were going to have to go through all of that chaos just to get a drink. Our worries were put to rest, when we ascended to the VIP section.
The VIP area is a wraparound extension of the club that has its own bar and waitresses dressed in dark grey booty shorts, tight white button downs tucked neatly into their shorts, black stilettos and black ties. These girls are very hot.
One of them flirted with Scott and the butt head flirted right back with her. I could n’t blame her though. Scott was looking especially scrumptious in dark blue fitted jeans, and a long-sleeved, grey button down shirt with a black embroidered eagle on the back, that clung to his muscles like skin. He left a few buttons open at the top to show a peaking of his smooth, toned chest and rolled the sleeves to his elbows. He left his hair messy, giving it that just-fucked look that all the women – and men – love on him. Scott was getting attention
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