Once Upon A Time(10)

“Ooof.” Quinn spun on the spot, laughing as his eyes met mine. “If we didn't’t need to hurry our asses up, I would totally be tickling you right now.” He pointed, adding one more coat of gloss before smacking his lips and pouting.

Oh god no. I hated being tickled. I usually snorted like a pig and it wasn't pretty.

With a tap on my foot from Kylie, I was ready to go.

I could only pray that I survived.





“STOP IT!” KYLIE HISSED, batting my hand away from the offending hem line of my dress. “No one can see your vagina, leave it alone.”

So, the peach dress? Yeah, bad idea. Even as we sat at the table of the cocktail bar I could feel eyes on my legs as I crossed and uncrossed them nervously. It wasn't like I was a total social misfit, more like I didn’t want everyone staring at me in case I fell on my face and showed everyone what I had hiding beneath my dress. Plus, I’d never live it down from Quinn.

Knotting my hands in my lap, my gaze wandered the bar around us. Omega was a new upscale night club I’d never heard of. Of course, Kylie knew all about it so we had to go there. The walls were covered in a dark purple color, matching the purple lighting that illuminated the sleek black bar. The floor was an odd black color with flecks of what looked like silver confetti scattered within the sleek, polished floor. Around us were small seating booths. The place was like nothing I had ever seen before, it looked almost like a… futuristic fairy tale.

I clearly needed more alcohol.

“This place is amazing, woman!” Quinn squealed, throwing back another shot of… shit, I don’t even know but from the scent emanating from it I could at least say it was nothing short of rocket fuel. “How the hell did you get us in?” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

As far as I could tell, Omega was clearly pretty exclusive. You had to know at least a couple of high-ranking people to get in to a place like this. Although Kylie and I worked together, it was obvious she had been given many opportunities with some of Phil’s clients, giving her time to network with people you’d see in the weekly gossip magazines. Not to mention businessmen who could possibly own a place like this.

“Phil got us in!” Kylie smiled, jumping from her seat. “Speak of the devil himself.”

Turning in the direction which she was enthusiastically walking to, I noticed Phil. I must admit, it was kind of weird knowing we’d only gotten into an exclusive cocktail bar because of Kylie’s boss, not to mention how odd it was seeing Phil in something other than his usual plain black suit.

Phil was in his late thirties and had worked at Blue Stone PR for over five years. He was one of the more approachable account managers. His cropped brown hair and green eyes meant he stood out from the crowd.

Phil embraced Kylie and I couldn't’t help but snort as he threw a wink over at Quinn. Quinn blushed. Oh hell. That was a whole kettle of fish I wasn't diving into.

Phil joined us at the table, smiling at me warmly. I returned his smile, noticing the alcohol was going down far too well for my liking and I still wasn't comfortable in my short ass dress.

“So I hear Kate gave you a client!” Phil smiled. It was clear Kylie had told him why we were out tonight, celebrating my don’t-fuck-it-up client from Shrek, my boss.

I nodded, taking a large gulp of… ew. I had no idea what the hell I was drinking but it tasted like gasoline mixed with cold coffee and morning breath. Not that I’d know, obviously. “Yeah, I think I’m just as surprised as you guys.”

Phil shrugged, leaning his arms on the table in front of him. “You must've done something right for her to give you the client, right?”

I thought for a moment. Did she really give me a client because I had done something that didn't’t piss off the dragon lady? Then I remembered. Nope, she gave it to me because no one else could take it.

“I don’t think so.” I decided what the hell and sucked back a more than a ladylike mouthful of the disgusting concoction. “She said everyone else had important clients to deal with tomorrow. I was the last resort.” I coughed as the liquid ran down my throat, holding back the gag.

Phil paused for a moment, glancing over at Kylie for a second. What the hell was that?

“Tell her,” Kylie encouraged, flicking her head in my direction with a knowing smirk on her face.

I turned to Quinn, looking for some kind of clue as to what the hell they were talking about. He shrugged, although clearly interested in what was going on.

“Honey, I don’t have any meetings tomorrow. In fact, half of the office will be on one of those dreary bonding sessions,” he said, rolling his eyes. “She gave it to you because you deserve it. She’s just too up her own ass implants to tell you that. You know as well as I do that a client comes before any kind of bonding session.”