I was brought out of my thoughts by the others in our group yelling at me to hurry up and give my name to the bouncer. I did, and he looked at his screen, nodded to the bouncer on the other side of the door who lifted the rope for us and let us pass.
“This is awesome,” one of the boys said, clapping me on the back and looking around.
I had to admit, it was nice to walk up and get in straight away. We normally avoided this place because the queue was always too long, and we didn’t know how to get VIP seats. Now I knew. I’d never thought to ask Andie before.
The nightclub had two sections. The lower floor held the long bar, DJ stand with a stage next to it and the dancefloor, which had booths around the edges of the room, and a few tables with chairs here and there. The music was pumping and there were lots of bodies writhing on the dancefloor. This looked like the place to be.
There was a gold star above the stairs that looked to lead up to the VIP section. I tapped Baz on the shoulder and pointed. He nodded and let the others know where we were headed. There was a large, bald headed man and petite blonde at the bottom of the stairs, both wearing all black. I give the hostess my name and she made a quick call from a mobile she pulled out of her front pocket.
After a few moments, Andie appeared at the top of the stairs like a vision in silver sparkles. She was stunning. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she made her way down. My pulse spiked and my lips felt dry. I fought the urge to fidget with my clothing and shoved my hands into my jeans pockets.
“Just be yourself, your very bad boy self. You got this!” Baz said in my ear as he followed my line of sight.
CHAPTER 8
ANDIE
“Thanks, Heidi,” I told my hostess, smiling at her.
One of my hands was on the stair rail to keep myself standing and support my jelly like legs. Morgan stood at the front of the group. He wore dark denim jeans, which made him look taller. The black, V-neck, t-shirt looked as if it had been sprayed on and clung to every muscle.
My stomach fluttered and I suddenly felt hot all over. I couldn’t help looking him up and down and my mind wandered to running my hands under his shirt. I licked my lips. My mouth felt dry, and I couldn’t wait to get back upstairs and have a drink.
“Hey, thanks for getting us in.” His deep voice brought me out of my lustful thoughts.
My eyes met his and I couldn’t miss how his gaze travelled slowly down my body and back up to meet my eyes. Fuck me, it was going to be hard not jumping him. I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the flutters in my stomach.
“Uh, yeah, of course. Follow me.”
Heidi lifted the rope for the men to pass through. I smiled at her, trying not to look at Morgan. I turned and began walkingback up the stairs, conscious of him right behind me.What the fuck is wrong with me?
I led them to the right of the stairs, passed Kirrick, the bouncer,to where the secluded booths were placed, past the one where Lauren and Betty were sat in my private booth and two more down. I didn’t want them in the one right next to ours. I wanted to talk to my girls and even though the music was loud, I didn’t want them to overhear anything I had to say.
“This is your booth. Toilets are back to the stairs and to the left. The screen there is where you place your orders and drinks will be brought to you.” I pointed to the screen set up at the back of the booth.
“This is awesome,” one of the men shouted.
I smiled and nodded my head, unsure on what to reply. The men settled into the booth and picked up the drinks menu.
“Can we talk, please?” Morgan placed his hand on my lower back.
My heart lurched, and my skin burned where his hand touched.
“Yeah, just give me a moment.” I turned and gave him a genuine smile. I didn’t want him to think I was passing him off.
“Hey, is he bothering you? If not, can I?” One of his friends looked me up and down, leering at me.
“No, he’s not bothering me at all. And if you do, I’ll set the bouncers on you,” I replied, shaking my head, and rolling my eyes.
I made my way back to my table and told the girls, “He’s here and wants to talk. Please help me.” I dropped into the booth and put my head in my hands.
Lauren passed me a large cocktail glass, full of a turquoise liquid which I downed in one. “Now, take that hot man back to your office and screw him hard.” She laughed, making a fuss of my hair.
“Yeah, you need to get some. It’s been a while.” Betty joined in, both of them laughing and clinking their glasses.
“Don’t remind me. Thanks for your help,” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes at them.
But I couldn’t ignore the jolt to my nether regions when I thought of fucking him on my desk. How would he sound as he moaned my name?Stop, just stop, I scolded myself as I walked back to his table.
