She lets me pick a dress from her closet. Red, tight, and sexy as hell. I barely recognize myself in the mirror.
Then we’re off. Two hours of windows down driving until we hit the lights of downtown Tampa. The club is ice cold, like a winter breeze hitting me as soon as I walk in the door. It’s dark andalive. Lasers slice through fog. Bass rattles the floor. Half-naked dancers move like goddesses on suspended stages above us.
The music thrums through my body, lighting up every nerve. One of my favorite songs, too!Came to Partyby Too Short.
Let’s get wild tonight, turn the fuck-up
We goin’ out tonight
I’ve been waitin’ all my life, every time I go out
I think I found my wife
I can’t help but turn down the lights
I’m gon’ take some down tonight
This shit is so hot, that’s what it sounded like
Make you wanna fuck around at night, bitch
I don’t know how this night ends, but something tells me, it’s going to beone hell of a night.
Chapter 21
Charlotte
It turns out, I’m a club girl.
Iloveit.
First of all, men look at me with lust in their eyes!
No one calls me Piggy, either. Justcutie.Gorgeous.Sexy.
I’msohappy.
Oops. I just stumbled.
Oh! And there’s alcohol! So, so much alcohol.
Best part? I don’t pay for any of it. Guys hand me drinks like I asked for them when I didn’t.
I talk to each one for a minute or two, giggle, then squeal and run back to the dance floor whenever a new song drops. These men really can’t keep up with me.
By two in the morning, I guess I’m sloppy drunk. My feet are covered in blisters. I’m starving for salt. And I’m so dang sweaty.
“Can we go?” I slur toKeysha.
She grins, still glued to the guy she’s talking to. “This is Diego. He’s Puerto Rican,” she purrs, adding a sexy roll to the wordRican. She sips her drink, lips wrapped around the straw, eyes never leaving him.
Diego, a much older but sexy man, smirks. His friend, tall, pale, buzzed hair, thick silver chains around his neck, steps up beside him.
“I’m Jace,” he says, offering me his hand. His eyes flick down my dress. “And you are?”
“Charlotte,” I grin, all dumb and tipsy. He’s cute. But honestly?Everyone’scute right now. It’s all kind of blurry in here. “I’m sweating between my boobs. Like, bad,” I blurt.
They laugh like I’m charming instead of pathetic.
