Falling

2 | Wrong Door

"How do you do that?"

Watching Tatum move with stealth while wearing stilettos, blew my mind. Now, I'm no virgin to wearing heels, but that doesn't equate to walking so elegantly. No not nearly as smooth as my sinful best-friend.

"Oh please. I came out of the womb in a heel," she turned back to me with a smirk across her mouth. I sighed back at her, adjusting my dress.

This dress was short. Very short.

Feeling the chill run up my leg, I knew it'd been a short dress. Goosebumps danced along my freshly shaven legs. I made sure to take extra care of any hair on my body.

"Girl, you look hot. The men are going to devour you tonight," Tatum said while looking me up and down. She had stressed strongly when she arrived at my door that I needed to let loose tonight. And that meant in every aspect.

Now I wasn't one for a casual hookup, so imagine the disappointment she'll feel when she learns I won't be participating in that tonight. Tonight was for myself. To let loose, have fun, and forget the world.

Shimmying past the bouncer, throwing a smirk his way as his eyes travelled up my legs, I stuffed my ID back into my small clutch.

"I'm gonna grab us some drinks; want to find a table," I began to ask Tatum as we took in the scene before us. It was everything you'd imagine an upscale club to be. Mood lighting set the sensual tone of the place. Including the smoke that enveloped the main floor, several bodies were already grinding together.

"Sounds good, I see a table to the left, meet me there" she said as she turned to the left.

My eyes searched the perimeter of the club, and I took notice of the several VIP sections; definitely a Kardashian or two in there. Shivering I stepped toward the direction of the bar.

Sliding between two important looking men who had their bodies rested against the bar, I scanned for the bartender. A slim blonde woman was working magic, making two drinks at once just a few feet away.

Raising my hand and giving a small "Hey!" She turned her head acknowledging my pretense with a nod.

"Now, what do we have here."

It came from the man to my right. I met his eyes, exaggerated an eye roll, and spit out "not interested."

The bartender arrived in front of me, Angela., was what her name tag read. "Could I get two sex on the beaches please" I spoke handing her a 20. She nodded and got to work, taking the cash with her.

Feeling the heat of the men beside me, and the burning eyes of the one to the right, I started to grow uncomfortable. If I was interested I'd show it, what was with men and assuming a woman is interested even after she clearly said she wasn't.

Angela slid me the drinks, and I flew away from the bar. Forgetting the change, she deserved the bigger tip for having to deal with these men, I couldn't get away fast enough.

As soon as I was a safe distance away, I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding. My body relaxed and the burn of his eyes left my side. Sighing I walked towards the direction Tatum originally pointed out.

"There you are. I snagged us a table in VIP, flashed the guard my tits," my friend said with a sly smile, proud as ever. Shaking my head I couldn't help but smile as she led us to our table beyond the rope.

After handing her the drink and taking a seat at an open booth, I scanned the VIP section. My eyes immediately settled on a table in the right corner of the room. A group of important looking men sat in a circle. Even from here I could tell they were intimidating, and most definitely held some sort of power. Which is why I looked away when I caught the eyes of one of the intimidating men seated there.