TIFFIN 2

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As the following week passed, I couldn't help but remember my discussion with Dorinda.

I felt that I had hit a nerve within her and that I was close in getting her to talk. 

Had that just been wishful thinking?

Perhaps.

Deep down, I really did want her to like me. Maybe then, that would be a punch in the gut to her mother. 

Diedre was a heinous human being. To both strangers and family. 

Both Hero and I had met with Emma at our earliest convenience. She had revealed that the cops were taking her more seriously and were watching Elouise and Charlie from a distance. 

She wouldn't reveal what exactly was going on in the case but urged me to keep Elouise talking through calls and texts. 

She had told me that there would come a time when I would need to meet with them. Possibly with a hidden recorder. 
This fact had scared me. I wasn't good at hiding my emotions.

What made them think I could lie like that? 

Despite all this, Jo and I scheduled a night out with Brendan. Though we had decided beforehand on going to coffee, Brendan surprised us with fake ID's. 

He had dressed to impress and said he wanted to throw some shapes and go to the bars. 

When I told Hero about this, he was skeptical and a bit upset, but he eventually gave in. 

"You'll have to make it up to me," he growled, "I may have something planned for when you get back."

This made me blush the entire time I spent getting ready under his watchful eye. I felt like a seductress as I slowly eased on my bra and panties, as he stared at my soft skin. 

It made me pulsate, but I couldn't get distracted. I had to make him wait. 

Finding something to wear wasn't an issue. Brendan had a few friends that had plenty of dresses to spare.

Josephine had picked a long glittering pink sequin dress while I had chosen a pink satin mini dress.

We had finished each others hair at Brendan's house, while while he took care of himself, dressing better than both of us put together. 

He had slicked his hair back, forming a cute curly Q, with a tight black leather suit, completed with a bow tie and a furry jacket. 

"How are you so good at fashion?" I gasped, staring at his confident stance. 

Brendan simply laughed. 

"I was born an artist when I was a sperm." 

This caused us all to laugh before we left to Club Congo.

I felt comfortable when we arrived. It wasn't glitzy or flashy. It was a calm atmosphere, very tame and not at all populated.

When we stepped into the barn styled club, the lights were dimmed and a few people were dancing to a techno beat. 
We were glad to see that the bar was nearly empty leaving us an opportunity.

Brendan must have had experience with buying drinks because he wasn't nervous at all. 

With a flirty streak, he brandished our ID's ordering drinks I had never heard of before.

While we patiently watched the young bartender make his way around his workspace and listened to Brendan gossip about how cute he was, I felt a tap on my shoulder.