Rafael

Chapter 3 - I Need A Shot

"You look smoking Mia!" Melissa, my personal hype woman exclaimed then wolf-whistled loudly.

I chuckled at her antics and mumbled a 'thank you' as I curled my hair in the mirror.

After rifling through my closet for the better part of an hour, we (by we I mean Melissa did all the work and I watched) found a dress suitable for the club.

It was very short with multiple cutouts in the chest area and had long sleeves which were designed to compensate for the otherwise risque nature of the dress.

I loved it.

It screamed sexy which isn't a bad thing for a dress to be screaming these days.

"Aren't you gonna get dressed, Mel?" I murmured as I concentrated on trying not to burn myself with the curling wand that I was using.

Mel had insisted on me wearing my hair down tonight because she was 'sick and tired' of my signature bun.

I loved my trusty bun but my scalp thanked her.

My head felt free, just like how I felt now that I didn't work for Milner anymore.

"I'm already dressed," she chuckled at my cluelessness as she stepped into my line of sight.

My mind was blown!

"Wow, you look hot!" I declared and put down the curling wand.

That was enough magic for one night.

Get it?

Because it's a wand.

Anyway.

The red sheath dress with thin straps that Mel picked out looked amazing on her, especially since it ended a little above mid-thigh so you could see her legs and how absolutely long they were...

Okay, enough about my obsession with Mel's legs.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, just need to slip on my heels," I replied, bending over to retrieve my heels from the floor.

"Ok, cool," she said and collected her purse from my bed that now looked like an explosion of clothing.

Dresses were covering every inch of the bed.

It looked like a party in itself.

I knew it would be hell to clean up.

I sighed.

I'll deal with that mess later.

I put on my shoes and headed into the kitchen to get something to drink before we left for Sinful.

Mel did the same even though I advised against it because her bladder was smaller than the average person's.

After our drinks, we headed down to her car.

Hers was slightly newer and more dependable than my Camry.

I'm not sure exactly what kind of car it was but I knew it was some kind of Ford.

Before we headed out Mel texted James to let him know that we were leaving out now.

You know.

For safety reasons.

"And remember.. don't..drink...strangers," I heard James say through the muffled phone speaker.

I think I missed a few words because that sentence made absolutely no sense.

"We'll be safe, don't worry. Bye and have fun at your um...laser tag thing," I heard her say before letting out a small laugh and covering it with a cough.