I look at the girl, more jealous of her than I’ve ever been of anyone. Torn, I turn to Tracy’s room before I completely break down from a brokenheart.
So here I am,looking around for his car in front of the club. I’ve never been to his place, and I can’t ask his sister for his number, so I was hoping to find him here. After waiting awhile, I conclude he’s not going to show. I contemplate not going in at all, but I drove all this way. Even if I only watch tonight, the entire point was to live life more, so whynot?
Leaving the safety of my car, I walk down the dark alley. It takes a minute, but I'm granted access, and I slip a simple black mask over my face—the only dress code—andenter.
The last time I entered, I was a bundle of nerves, not sure if Connor was there or how this all would go down. Knowing he's not here now calms me, and a part of me comes alive as I turn the corner, only to be greeted by a threesome already inprogress.
I bite back a laugh at the thought of being at a place like this and approach the bar. A drink will help get me more in themood.
I'm not there long when a guy joins me. "You're new," he says, brushing long brown hair off myshoulder.
From what I can tell, he's pretty cute. His complexion's dark, definitely from his nationality rather than a tan, but in this light I can't quite make out where he’sfrom.
I pick up my drink, twirling the straw before taking a playful sip. "I take it you come here oftenthen?"
He sits next to me. "Why would you askthat?"
"Well, if you're not here every day, how would you know if I'm new ornot?"
He smirks. "Touché. I don't come as often as I’d like. I'm a pilot, and I travel alot."
"Wow, isn't this supposed to be anonymous? Isn't telling me what you do a little too TMI for thisplace?"
"Not if it turns you on, which normally itdoes."
I laugh at the cockiness of this guy, but before I can respond, a hand wraps around my arm and yanks me away fromhim.
"Sorry, man, not tonight," I hear someonesay.
Once I get my bearings, I realize Connor’s literally trying to drag me out thedoor.
I stop him short, jerking my hand from his grip. "What do you think you're doing?" I whisper-shout at him, trying not to bring any more attention to us than there alreadyis.
"You don't belong here," he growls through clenchedteeth.
"You didn't think that the othernight."
"That was before I knew it wasyou."
Ouch."So now that you know it’s me, I can't be here? That makes nosense.”
“I don’t care what youthink.”
"Excuseme?"
"You. Can't. Be. Here," he repeatsslowly.
"Last I checked, this was a free country, and I went through hell to find this club and become a member, so you can get off your power trip, because yes, I can behere."
I pivot to return to the bar, but he stops meagain.
"Why are you here?" He glares at me, demanding ananswer.
"I could ask you the same question," I fightback.
"That's different. I'm a guy. This is what wedo."
I let out a loud laugh. "Did you really just say that? Because I'm pretty sure you need a girl to do these things with. I don't think this is the kind of club where youdon't."
