“Makes your panties melt?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Yes.”
She grinned, leaning in to do the other lash. “Can’t wait to meet him.”
“You need to not judge him.”
“Why would I judge him?” she asked.
“Because he’s kind of scruffy.”
She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t judge scruffy. I fuck scruffy.Youjudge scruffy.”
“I guess that’s fair.” I bit my lip. “He’s just so different. He seems like such a good guy, but Luca says he’s a criminal, so I’m conflicted.”
“Oh, Luca,” she said with a sigh. “Your brother thinks everyone’s a criminal. Well, every man you’ve ever wanted to date.”
I snorted. “This is sadly true.”
“So, do a background check.”
“Oh, I am. I did a quick one online, and he appears to be clean.”
“So...?”
“So, I called Marisol. She promised she’d look deeper and not tell Luca.”
Marisol worked in my brother’s department. She was a research analyst and she was a great resource for finding out if the guy I’m going to date is a dog.
“Well, that’s good, then,” Viviana said. “If there’s something to be found, Mari will find it.”
“True.”
“Done,” Viviana said. “You look beautiful.”
I chuckled. “Well, next to you, that’s hard.”
“Shut the fuck up, psycho. You’re stunning.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
She grabbed her bag, pulling her phone out. “Okay, car will be here in eight minutes.”
We locked up the house and met the car, then headed to dinner. We, admittedly, rushed through dinner because we were both excited to try out the new club. We’d never been there before, but it had been on our wish list for a while.
Nocturn was a pretty exclusive club with high-class clientele. It wasn’t impossible to get in, but it wasn’t easy either. Luckily, Viviana had treated the owner’s kid, so our names were already at the door, and we walked in quite quickly.
A cocktail waitress led us to a small booth by the dance floor and we immediately ordered margaritas, drinking one before heading to the dance floor.
We danced until I thought my feet might fall off, heading back to our table and consuming two more margaritas. They were strong, so I started to feel the buzz pretty quickly. “Ooh, I need to stop for a bit and hydrate,” I said.
Viviana called over a waitress and ordered a couple of bottled waters, then we took a break from dancing for a few minutes. Which might have been a mistake.
“Hello, ladies.”
I glanced up to see two men who leaned against our table and smiled down at us. One resembled Alfred E. Newman from the old Mad magazines, while the other was sort of good looking, but probably only because he was standing next to Alfie.
“Hi,” Viviana said. “You can both just keep moving. We’re here alone and we plan to leave alone.”
