"You're right." My jaw unclenches. Nikki never had a poker face. She spoke her mind. I loved that about her.
Hell, it took balls for her to spell out the explicit fantasies in her diary. I wish she'd told us. I could have made her dreams come true instead of worrying my thoughts were too taboo for my little stepsister.
We've gone several miles down the highway without either of us saying a word.
I break the silence. "They say everyone has a doppelganger…"
"We'll know soon enough." I merge left, matching her lane change. "Either way we have to approach her carefully."
She flips on her blinker. We're finally getting off the highway.
"Help me keep an eye on her."
Dylan leans forward. "You think she noticed us?"
"How the fuck should I know?"
"Probably not, you could get closer."
"I don't want to scare her." I cast a questioning glance at Dylan.
"If we knew she'd go to a police station, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. We've got the photos and stuff to prove we're not psychos."
"Or that we're stalkers."
She pulls into a parking lot with a large, non-descript building. The sign reads,Aubergine Affair.
I turn into the full parking lot. "That name mean anything to you?"
Dylan pulls out his phone. "Give me a second."
I fall in line behind a few other cars, all searching for a spot.
"Fuck," he says. "The Aubergine Affair is a sex club."
My foot slams the brake as I nearly hit the car in front of me. "What? Nikki's a stripper?"
"A sex club, not a strip club."
"What's the difference?"
"There's a big difference, but we have bigger problems."
"What could be worse than our amnesiac stepsister being a stripper?"
"She's not a stripper."
"You don't know that."
"Fine, you're right, as always. But tonight, the club is hosting a virgin auction."
"Oh shit!"
We know from her diary that, at least three months ago she was a virgin, but if she knows she is… Did she get her memory back?
I finally snagged a spot at the farthest edge of the lot, and was barely able to see where Nikki went.
We sprint to the entrance she used, but a bouncer plants himself squarely in our path. He points past us. "Bidders use the main entrance."
