Chapter 16
NAOMI
Saturday night
I think I remember now why I never go to parties.
If I wanted to puncture my eardrums tonight, I’m sure I could have found better ways to do it.
Ros and I never made it to The Drake. Cougar marketing duty called and she wound up working overtime, leaving me waiting for her at a popular club downtown called Soca with a crowd inside that drives me to drink.
Ros would kill me if she saw me now.
In my ‘Saturday best’ of a black halter and hip-hugging jeans, I sidle up again to the sleek black bar, waving at the bartender. Out of all Ros’s clit-whipping plans tonight, the only person I’ve made friends with…is the guy who serves the drinks, and when I make it back to my sequestered corner of the shiny aluminum surface, he’s right there, elbows planted on th
