“This is the best club in Vegas. We always find our way here.” His stare dipped down my body, a look of satisfaction filling his eyes. “f**k, you look gorgeous”—he slowly made his way to my face—“but I still like having that dress on my floor.” A heat burst across my cheeks as he added, “Why aren’t you in the VIP area?”
The grittiness of his voice and the hunger in his gaze made me wet.
It had only taken seconds, and that was something that had never happened before.
“We have no way to get in,” I told him.
He pointed toward the front of the club. “The VIP entrance is near the door. Meet me there. I’ll get you in.”
“My friends too?”
He nodded. “Of course.”
I blew him a kiss, surely the result of all the vodka Monica had fed me tonight, and I retraced my steps, returning to the girls.
