"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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I felt alive.
The alternating flashes of dark and soft lights, the throbbing pulse from a drake club mix, the movement of sweaty bodies dancing, grinding, enjoying each other—The Sky Launch Nightclub got into my blood and turned me on in a way that I hadn’t let anyone or anything else do in quite some time. When I was there—working the bar, assisting the wait staff, attending to the DJs—I felt more free than at any other time of my day. The club held magic.
And, for me, healing.
For all its vibrancy and life, the club was a safe haven for me. It was a place I could attach myself without worry of going overboard. No one was going to sue me for focusing too hard or long on my job. But rumor was The Sky Launch, which had been up for sale for quite some time, was about to be sold. A new owner could change everything.
“Bey.” Angie, the waitress working the upper floor, pulled me from my thoughts and back to my job. “I need a vodka tonic, a White Russian, and two Butterballs.”
“Got it.” I pulled the vodka from the shelf behind me.
“I can’t believe how busy we are for a Thursday,” she said as I worked on her order.
“It’s the summer crowd. Give it a week, and the place will explode.” I couldn’t wait. Summer at the club was a total blast.
“That’s when things around here get fun.” Kendrick Lamar, the club manager, joined our conversation, a sparkle showing in his eyes as the bright white light that lit the bar illuminated his face.
“Real fun.” I gave Kendrick a wide smile and winked while I placed the drinks on Angie’s tray, my stomach tensing with a flicker of desire.
He answered my wink with one of his own, stirring the flicker in my belly to a low flame.
Kendrick wasn’t the love of my life—not even the love of the moment—but his shared passion for the club sparked something in me. My interest in learning more and moving up from bartending had seemed to interest him as well. More than one late night of showing me the ropes had ended in heavy make-out sessions. Though I hadn’t been instantly attracted to him, his small stature, short neat locs and brown eyes had grown on me. Also, his keen business sense and exceptional management style were qualities I required in a man. And, truthfully, the lack of effect he had on my emotions provided half the draw. We had decent chemistry, but he didn’t have me freaking out all over him like I had over other guys. He was safe and solid and that was my definition of the perfect man.
