CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
JAXFlashing lights and the soft thrum of a bass swirl in the air as I make my way through rows of people to a booth in the back of Oculus. Deice should be here soon with Sade. I wipe my sweaty palms on the top of my jeans.
“Hey, handsome. Name’s Krew,” a musical voice says, “What can I get for you?”
I look up and see a tall man with long, shaggy hair and green eyes.
“It’s okay, Krew. I’ve got this one.” Another voice says to him.
“Okay, sugar,” he says, walking away and blowing a kiss.
A woman steps out from the shadows and into the dim light. Her skin matches the black dress she is wearing. She has full lips, high cheekbones that shine bronze in the fluorescent glow, eyes the color of coffee. She is stunning.
“Hi, Jax. I’m Sade.”
“Sade? Wow, it’s a pleasure to
