“Well, let’s not get crazy.” Carrie laughs. “My divorce isn’t even finalized, but god, just a kiss sounds nice. I’d even take some dry humping on the dance floor at this point if I had to.”
Adriana whips her head toward me and widens her eyes.
Carrie looks between us. “What?”
Adriana smirks unapologetically. “Ask Jules.”
“Next!” the bouncer calls.
Saved by the bell.
The muscular bouncer, busting out of his suit, marks off our names and sends us into a cool, modern, all-glass elevator with sweeping city views.
“So spill it.” Carrie waggles her brows.
Not sure how much I want to share, I go with the CliffsNote version. “I met a guy, and we hit it off, but he had to leave abruptly. End of the story.”
“After she had an orgasm up against a wall, dry humping,” Adriana whispered-laughs.
Who let her pre-game? The sweet girl who teaches little kids to dance has a blabber mouth after a few drinks.
Carrie gasps.
“That’s what I get for letting my guard down.”
“What do you mean?” Carrie asks. “It’s not your fault he had to leave. Is it?”
“I know, it’s just not my typical MO. I’m the responsible, good girl. Though, sometimes, I crave adventure, you know?” I snigger. “Maybe break my pathetic two lovers count.”
“Hey!” Adriana cuts in.
I scrunch up my face.Shit. “Sorry!” Adriana has only had sex with one guy, and she’s not even sure he broke her hymen, so she always jokes about that, saying she’s still a half-virgin.
“Long story short, I thought he could be my one-night-stand hall pass, but then I felt a connection with him that I shouldn’t have. Maybe tonight I’ll meet someone completely forgettable and have a whirlwind fling.”
The elevator doors open, and the beat of loud music pumps through the space.
“Holy shit. This place is sick,” Carrie cries.
My eyes bulge at the beauty before me. “This is really out of this world.” I point toward the balcony. “Look at those views.”
“Yeah,” she murmurs and drops her head, checking out an attractive man walking by.
I laugh loudly. I’m glad she came along. “Not those views…although he was freaking hot. But look.” We make our way through the crowd and head outside.
I can see why it’s called Tramonto, the Italian word for sunset.
“This city still surprises me. Especially when it’s lit up like this,” Adriana mutters, lost to the breathtaking view.
She’s originally from the Midwest and still gets awe-struck at the best city in the world. I’ve lived here my whole life, and I’m still impressed every time I see it like this.
There’s a wrap-around balcony, and we’re far enough west in SoHo to have unobstructed views of the Empire State Building and the Freedom Tower.
“Hey, bitches!”
I’d know that voice from anywhere. “Hi, babes.” I turn, and a broad smile creeps the width of my face. “You’re fucking hot as hell. I thought there would be work people here.”
I found out Matteo is part owner of the club; it’s how Becks got us all on the list, and she mentioned some of her coworkers would be here.
