After everyone has gotten dressed and is ready to go, Brynn pulls me aside. She’s smiling widely, and looks impressed.
“Damn, are you sure that was your first time?” she asks, raising her immaculately plucked eyebrows.
I nod bashfully, trying to temper my pride.
“Well, you’re a natural,” she says, fishing around in her purse. She pulls out a business card and hands it to me.
“Here's my information. I don't know if Cole told you, but I own this club. Come back anytime and tell the bouncer you’re my guest, and they’ll let you in free.”
“Thanks,” I say, feeling a warm glow in my chest.
“And if you’re ever interested in getting involved in the performer side of things, give me a shout. My number and email is on the card.”
I feel my jaw drop open. I sure as hell was not expecting that.
