“I know he will be there tonight. Cash went to his office to invite him, and his company is the clubs private security. It’s perfect.” She hands me a pair of my black heels and slips on her matching pair. They are black ankle boots with four-inch heels.
“I don’t think it’s going to matter.”
“What’s not?” she asks as she sits down on the bed.
“Seeing him tonight isn’t going to change anything. If anything, it’ll only make things worse.”
“How could they get worse?”
I meet her eyes in the mirror's reflection as I touch up my makeup.
“Seeing him is going to make me want him even more. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since the morning he left.”
“Or…Hear me out…You have one last fuck and then be done? You can use one of the empty apartments upstairs at the club.”
“I don’t want just one last fuck. I want him! I don’t understand…”
*Ding*
“Shit,” Jaz says as she grabs her phone.
“What?”
“The limo’s out front.”
“Limo?” I ask. Since when did we get a limo?
“Yeah. Cash sent it over. By the way, I had another idea for tonight.” She grabs her handbag and walks away down the hall. Why does she keep doing this?
“What idea?” I shout as I quickly grab my stuff. She doesn’t answer as she continues toward thefront door. “Jaz…What’s your idea?!” I love this woman, but she fucking frustrates me sometimes.
She glances through the peephole of the door, then turns back to me, smiling.
“This is my idea.” She opens the door to Cassius and another guy standing there.
Cassius, aka Cash. Had I stayed working for Badlands, he would’ve been my new boss. According to Jaz, he’s an amazing boss. And honestly, not bad to look at. He’s a little older than us. Tall, with a toned body that’s covered in tattoos from what I can see. You can tell he has muscles hidden beneath his clothes. His dark hair is longer on top and styled to perfection. He honestly looks like he should be in a magazine, not running a nightclub.
The man next to him is someone I’ve seen once before, but I can’t remember his name. He was one of Declan’s friends, that’s all I know. He’s a little shorter than Cash with green eyes that seem to pierce straight through me. His brown hair is short and cut neat, just like his beard. He’s more muscular than Cash, though. He kind of reminds me of the showPeaky Blinders. His suit even reminds me of the show.
“Hey, Cash,” I say with a small wave.
“Hey, Mina. Hey, Jaz. You ladies look stunning.”
“Awe. Thanks Cash. So…Are you going to introduce your friend?” Jaz winks at me as she steps outside.
“Sorry. Quinlan, this is Mina. Mina, this is Quinlan. He’s Irish.”
“You can just call me Quin.” He takes my hand and lifts it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “You look beautiful this evening.”
“Thank you. Jaz can I speak to you for a second.” She looks back at me then at Cash.
“We’ll just meet you two in the limo,” she says as she nudges Cash toward it.
“So. You want to tell me why a guy who looks like he just stepped out of Peaky Blinders is here?”
“He’s your date for this evening,” she smirks.
“I thought the idea was me trying to talk to Myles?”
