She shifts her weight on her feet and exhales. “I don’t want to know.” She looks back at the entrance. “I can get us in.”
A smile spreads across my face. “Perfect!”
She looks me up and down. Her eyes widen when they stop at my boots. “So, this…” She motions with her finger from my fishnet stocking and my leather short skirt to my lace bodysuit under my leather jacket. “Can work. Your shoes are more problematic. Lucky for you, I have some spare in my car. I just hope they will fit you. Come on, my car is just across the street.” I follow Clara, my eyes on her small feet. I hide a smirk, because how will I fit in her shoes? When we reach her car, she opens her trunk that’s filled with clothes. My eyes widen. Bags, clothes, shoes, and accessories.
“Why do you have a whole store in your car?” I ask.
Her face flushes. “It’s not a store. It’s just a few items for me to have as a reserve when I need them.” She shrugs. There is something in her voice, and I know she’s not telling me the truth, but I ignore it. Mostly because I don’t know her well enough to ask those kinds of questions.
“Why would you need this many clothes?”
“Because of my job, silly.” Her lips spread into a lie-covered smile.
“Interesting.” I look in one bag. “Where are those shoes?”
“Here.” She passes me a pair of black heels. “These are seven and a half. I think they will fit you.”
I take them from her and tilt my head to the side, inspecting her, only I get nothing from her masked face. I exhale and take my boots off before slipping the heels on. I turn to Clara. “Let’s get this over with.”
“This is perfect. You look beautiful.”
I smile and shake my head as I turn and make my way toward the club.
Clara gets us inside without even a blink. Just one look at her and we’re inside, no questions asked. According to Clara, everyone knows her here, as she is the one who always organizes parties for the family. I walk through the hallway, purple and blue lights illuminating the narrow space, and I follow the sound of the music, where the crowd is dancing. I stop at the entrance and look around until I find what I’m looking for. The VIP area.
I smile when I find it. It’s at the side, overlooking the whole club, made for the don and his friend. A spot where they see everything. I move to the bar just on the opposite side of that VIP area, where I can see everything that is happening. I didn’t stop to see where Clara was, but I know she will follow. I take off my jacket and place it on the back of the stool before I take my seat.
“Hey, this was my place,” a blonde says.
I get off the stool, looking at it. “Well, there’s no name here, so I guess you can move on.”
I ignore her protests and sit back down, ordering two margaritas just as Clara shows up beside me.
“I almost lost you.”
“I’m sure you were just behind me.” I smile and pass her a margarita.
“So, you want to tell me what we’re doing here?” She raises her eyebrow at me.
I chuckle, my eyes never leaving the balcony and the VIP area. From my peripheral view, I see her follow my look. “Oh, I see. Are you stalking your husband?”
“Something like that. You don’t mind?” I look at her.
She shrugs and snatches the stool that a guy next to us vacated. “No, why would I? At least I’m not at home where I have to listen to all the things that are wrong with me.”
I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?”
She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to talk about that.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Let’s talk about why you have to stalk your husband, and before you deny me, consider that it was me who agreed to come here with you and gave you my shoes so you could get in here.”
I chuckle. “You have a point.” I exhale, my eyes on my target. “My husband has been avoiding me ever since our wedding night.”
“What do you mean by avoiding you?” There is a hint of disbelief in her voice.
“I mean, I haven’t seen him since the night of our wedding.” I shrug. “I hear him at night, but he just comes home for a couple of hours, and then he’s out before I’m up.”
“And you're stalking him... why?”
“So maybe I can figure out what he’s up to.”
