“A bully was harassing me at the playground and Zaine stepped in to stop it. We just started hanging out after that, and continued as we got older.”
“Ah, that would definitely do it.” The server arrived with their food and they turned their attention to eating.
“What kind of dance lessons did you take?” Sorcha asked after a minute.
“Jazz, tap, and street dancing, so I'll be able to keep up with you on the dance floor,” he told her.
Sorcha laughed. “Good to know. I like it when my partner can keep up.”
“I look forward to seeing your moves,” he told her.
The rest of their conversation was light as they ate. They talked about their childhoods and their jobs. She found out he was in finance and he asked how she became a baker, to which she'd replied, “I love to bake.”
When they took their last bite, he looked at her. “Would you like some dessert? I hear their tiramisu is really good.”
“Oh, that sounds delicious,” Sorcha replied. “Want to share it?” she asked.
“Sounds good,” he replied.
Their dessert was delivered and Sorcha took a bite. “Oh, this is really good,” she said.
“Yeah it is,” he agreed.
When they finished dessert, Finley paid the bill and they left. He drove them to Club Prophecy and found a parking spot a block away.
They held hands as they walked to the club. Already, Sorcha felt connected to him, which was crazy since they'd just met.
When they reached the club, she led him past the line to the bouncer. “Hey, Bruno, how's it going tonight?”
“Hey, Sorcha. It's going pretty good tonight. Zaine's inside if you're looking for him. Go on in,” Bruno said.
“Thanks, Bruno.” She patted his arm and led Finley inside. She started moving to the beat of the music the moment they walked in.
“What can I get you to drink?” Finley asked her once they were in the VIP section.
“Bourbon and Coke,” she replied after sitting down.
“Coming right up, Sweetheart,” he said and went to the bar.
When he returned he had a shot glass full of amber liquid for himself, along with what looked like a glass of Coke, and her drink, which he set down in front of her.
“What's your poison?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
“Fireball. It's my only drink since I'm driving,” he replied and downed the shot.
“Smart man,” she replied.
They sat there drinking for a few minutes before Sorcha stood. “Let's dance,” she said, taking her drink with her.
They were halfway to the dance floor when Zaine stepped in her path. “I thought that was you I saw in the VIP section.”
“Zaine! Hey!” Sorcha said, hugging him. “Zaine, this is my date, Finley. Finley, my best friend,? Zaine,” she added, introducing them to each other.
She watched as they shook hands. Finley was just a little taller than Zaine's 6-foot frame. She had an image of them naked, side by side, and had to suppress her shiver.
“Nice to meet you,” Finley said over the music.
“Right back at you,” Zaine said. “I'll let you two get to your dancing.”
