“Shall we just go?” she asks.
I glance back at the exit, at the eager people trying to get in.
Walking away now would be a waste of time. We’ve spent almost an hour trying to get inside, and now we are?—
“No. We’re at least getting a drink,” I state, hooking my arm through Sienna’s and dragging her deeper into the club.
The heavy beat of the music vibrates through my body as we navigate our way to the bar, but while I might have a destination in mind, my eyes are everywhere.
However, I don’t see the crowd that would undoubtedly surround the team and their entourage.
As we come to a stop at the bar, Sienna wriggles her way to the front to order, leaving me to continue scoping out the place.
Failing to find anyone I even vaguely recognize down here, I let my eyes lift to the mezzanine.
My heart slams against my chest. If he’s going to be anywhere, it’s up there.
I blow out a slow stream of air through my lips as I try to search for him. But other than the people looking over the railings, the space has been designed so that the normal people below can’t see how the other half live.
Luck got us up there last time. I highly doubt we’ll be seen and selected by team members a second time.
I run my gaze down the stairs and to the two massive security guards who stand at the bottom, stopping anyone from entering.
“Anything?” Sienna asks, handing me a soda before taking a sip of hers.
I jerk my chin in the direction of the VIP area.
“Okay,” she says, rolling her shoulders back and cracking her neck as if she’s about to go into battle.
Before I can say anything, she takes off toward those burly security guards, oozing nothing but sex appeal and confidence.
Oh yeah, that’s my best friend right there.
Pride races through me as I watch her approach the guys as if she owns the entire club.
In seconds, she has them laughing, both of them checking her out in her itty-bitty body-con dress.
But as enthralled as she might have them, when she gestures for them to open the rope separating the VIP area from the rest of the club, they don’t move.
Shit.
I wrack my brain for something to say that’s going to get us up there, but I come up short.
Sienna isn’t so fast to give up, though, and she continues chatting.
I stand beside her, hearing every other word due to the music, assuming that she has some kind of plan.
It takes a while, but eventually, a couple of guys descend the stairs.
“Oh my god, at last,” Sienna breathes as she locks eyes with one of them.
Calvin Keller. Or Killer, as he’s more commonly known.
He stares at her, as does the guy beside him. Hayden Monroe. And I wait for recognition to flicker to life.
Come on, please.
I swear, I almost do a happy dance right there when Calvin finally cracks a smile.
