(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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I slide into the sports car and let Rebma drive us to Club Cube. I'm going to be honest here, I feel like a chunk of my manliness was snatched away when Rebma insisted on driving the car. Apparently, I should 'stick to motorcycles and can't drive a fast car for shit.'
I know Amber had a bite to her, but Rebma is munching away egos like french fries.
"Pull up over here," I say and point at the parking space right by the club. Some bouncer is about to tell us we can't park here, but one look from Rebma has him taking a few steps away. The people in the line follow suit.
"Okay, so there are rules for tonight," I say in Rebma's ear.
We head inside and the music is deafening. Immediately, I get a bounce in my step with the awesome remixes that are playing. I like piano music, but I also know when to enjoy something fun as well. I look over at Rebma and she doesn't seem too phased by the music. With my plan at the back of my head, I lead Rebma to the bar.
"What rules?" she asks.
Squeezing through grinding bodies, I propose half of my plan to Rebma. I want us to act like a couple because one, I really want to see if it could work, and two, I know Owen will show up later tonight and I already figured out how to get him out of the way.
When Rebma is fine with the suggestion, I order two glasses of Brandy. Now all I have to do is loosen Rebma up enough to get a bit of Amber through.
"Brandy doesn't affect me anymore," Rebma says over the music.
I chew my cheek at that. It's apparent that with the new Amber, there's an even higher tolerance towards alcohol. If I want to get her to relax, I'd have to cheat. It's an awful idea, but I have something that might help... My pocket suddenly feels heavy...
I make sure to order two more glasses. And because I don't want to depend on my last resort just yet, I challenge Rebma to finish both drinks in fifteen seconds. Maybe she can still get affected?
She does not get affected.
We chat for a few more seconds and I put my hand on her leg to see if she's fine with it. When Rebma seems confident and not really phased at all, I lead her to the dance floor. People are all around and the flashing neon lights make Rebma look hot in that tight black dress of hers. I move my way to a perfect spot and then turn to Rebma with a grin. We start dancing and the music is great for loosening up.
