As the minibar door hung open, her eye was drawn to a tiny bottle of Bailey’s.
She loved Bailey’s.
The bottles were so small. One more wouldn’t hurt.
She reached for the tiny bottle and cracked open the lid. As the creamy nectar burned a pleasant path down her throat, she closed her eyes.
Screw you, Tommy.
The alcohol might not destroy her anger but it softened it, made it tolerable.
Lo and behold. One more bottle of Bailey’s hid at the back.
Another fine example of fate at work.
It wouldn’t kill her. It was so sweet it was practically candy.
Dana polished the second bottle of Bailey’s off even quicker than the first and disposed of them in the trash can. She wiped her mouth, brushed her teeth again, and reapplied her lipstick.
Tommy’s words might have taken residence in her brain, but she’d managed to kick him out temporarily.
A moment later, there was a knock at her door. She opened it to Anise, Jessica, and Bea.
When they saw her, they let out a whoop.
“Well, well,” purred Anise. “You look good.”
“Thanks. I feel good.”
Bea looked her up and down. “Woman, you should wear that dress every single day for the rest of your life.”
“That might not fly at work.”
Jessica hooked her arm in Dana’s. “You look beautiful. And Bea, you can pop your eyes back into your head. This woman is taken. I’m sure Tommy wouldn’t appreciate you ogling his fiancée.”
“A girl can always look.” Bea grinned.
“Exactly. Besides,” said Dana, “Tommy isn’t here.”
“Hey, hey.” Anise poked Dana in the ribs. “Do I need to ask Wade to keep an eye on you tonight as well?”
“Whatever.” As they filed out, Dana shut her suite door, taking care to check it was locked. “Ready to party, ladies?”
“Ready!”
“Alex Markov,” said Bea. “Here we come!”
I want to flirt with you some more.
As she remembered the heat in his gaze, she couldn’t help feeling excited about what the night might bring.
In fact, when she and the others had gone shopping earlier that day, she’d purposely picked out a dress that would catch Alex’s eye. She’d have to be careful not to drop her handbag, because if she bent over too far, the slim-fitting white mini-dress might very well catch the eyes of everyone at the club.
Even Anise had raised an eyebrow when Dana had picked it out. “Planning on wearing that for Tommy when you get home?”
“Who says I can’t wear it tonight?” Dana had replied.
“It’s pretty slinky. Not really your style.”
