“How ya doing?” asked the guy in line ahead of her.
Evangeline looked up from her phone. “Doing all right.” Since Evangeline wasn’t the type who did the dirty flirty thing, she went back to her phone.
“You’re glammed up,” he continued. “Christmas party?”
“The Mitus wedding.”
“Dude, no way. I would have killed to go to that.”
“Fortunately, I didn’t have to.”
He snort-laughed. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“No, thanks.”
He shot her a smile. “I love when a woman plays hard to get. Makes the conquest that much more meaningful.”
Evangeline cringed before tossing the guy a nod. “You’re up.”
The line manager checked his ID before reviewing his name against the list. “Go on in.”
The guy spun around and shot Evangeline a pointed finger. “See ya in there, beautiful.”
“You two together?” the line manager asked her.
“God, no.”
He laughed as he checked her ID against his electronic list. “A friend of our GM gets the royal treatment. Been here before?”
“First time.”
He offered his arm. “I’m Big D. Welcome to Uninhibited.”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”
“After the night we’ve had here, it would be a pleasure to escort a lovely lady inside.”
“Thank you.” Evangeline curled her fingers around his huge biceps. “A full moon always brings out the crazies.”
Big D escorted her inside and over to the bar. Despite the late hour, every table was filled and the bar was hopping. Evangeline appreciated the upscale décor, the beautiful artwork on the black walls, and the smartly dressed waitstaff.
“Thanks for the first-class escort.” Evangeline pulled out a twenty.
“You keep that,” Big D said and headed toward the front door.
“Hey!” Jessica called out from behind the bar. “We’re short tonight, so I’m helping out. Give me a sec and I’ll get you a vodka tonic.”
A couple paid their tab and left, so Evangeline slipped onto the plush, leather stool. At first glance, she liked the club and would have checked it out further, if she’d planned on playing there. But she’d put her kink days behind her when she moved north. In truth, the kink had been a passing curiosity. The man she’d played with had been the main attraction.
Jessica dropped a napkin and set down her drink. “You look hot, mama. Holiday party?”
“Mitus wedding.”
“Hey, my boss was there, too.”
“That leaves three hundred and ninety-eight other guests.”
Jessica laughed. “After the rush of last call, I might be able to snag us a table, so we can catch up.” She got busy making a customer’s dirty martini.
