“Where’s Tony tonight?”
“He’s with his brother and sister.”
“You should have told them to come here.” She handed us the shots, then started on the martinis. “Well, is his sister as attractive as he is?”
“Low, I thought you were seeing that other chick.”
She sighed. “Yea. It fizzled out last week.” She looked at me. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Everlee, but she loves cock. Everlee, this is Harlow.”
“Bummer. Well, nice to meet you Everlee. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I panicked for a moment, and Lizzy put her hand on my arm. “Guilty. I may have told her all about you.”
“Hopefully not everything.” I smiled. Like the part where I used to fuck all the owners of this club.
“No. Just the embarrassing parts.”
“Perfect.” I laughed. “Nice to meet you, Harlow.”
“You can call me Low.”
I smiled as she handed us our drinks.
“Tab?”
“Yes, please.” Lizzy said before we walked away.
I had already glanced up to the second floor three times, looking for any sign of Jax, Knox, or Callum, but I hadn’t seen them. I grabbed Lizzy’s arm. “Let’s go sit over there.” I pointed to the far corner of the room. From those seats, it would make it difficult to see anyone on the top floor.
The air was warm, and the lights were dancing all around us as the bass pumped through the air. A woman walked by in a black corset and black bunny ears and asked if we wanted a shot. It was some sort of liquid in a chocolate Easter egg. I, of course, had to try it.
“It’s our special recipe. One of the owners created it.”
Emmett.
“I’ll take two then.” I said, grabbing another off the tray. If Emmett made them, I knew they were going to be dangerously good.
I tilted the first back and let out a moan. It was heaven. Some sort of vanilla vodka paired with the milk chocolate egg.
“Damn. Emmett knows what he’s doing.” Lizzy said, biting a piece off the egg.
“He does.” There was a long silence between us. “Have you seen them?”
“Not tonight.”
“But you have other nights?”
She nodded slowly.
I wanted to ask her if they ever asked about me, but I couldn’t get the words out. I wanted to know, but also didn’t. I knocked back the other shot and ate the chocolate. “Want to go dance?”
“Would love to.” She smiled.
We walked onto the dance floor, and I fought the urge to look up. Instead, I let the music flow through me, closing my eyes, letting all the worry and pain go. I could feel the buzz from the drinks and paired with the music thumping through my body, I felt great. I had watched a show once that talked about the beat of the music extremely important to ensuring the dancer was having the best experience. I never realized how much science went into EDM music.
“Hey girls.” I heard a voice and opened my eyes to see a shirtless man, wearing black satin boxers, a bowtie and some bunny ears. He had golden blond shaggy locks and green eyes.
