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And with another sigh, I slipped my feet into the golden pumps Rachel  had laid out, complete with a matching gold handbag. Oh my god, the  heels were so high, I was going to have trouble balancing and sure  enough, my first step was a little wobbly. Bracing myself against the  wall, I took a deep breath.         

     



 

But my friend was already halfway down the hall.

"Come on, last one in the elevator is a rotten egg!" she sang. And I had  to laugh at that. We were still kids, even though it was our senior  year in high school, even though we were in Vegas on our first  unsupervised trip, without parents, siblings, or any type of chaperone.  It was our last vacation before school applications started, the whole  college race that was going to suck up every last minute of free time.

So this was my last opportunity to have fun, to let my hair down before  the grind started, making me dutiful Ellie Danes once more. I  straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin, forcing myself to walk  confidently into the hall, hips swinging, sashaying like a princess.

"There you go," nodded my friend approvingly, finger jamming the  elevator button. "You're a new you, Ellie, just for tonight. Remember."

And I grinned as the elevator doors opened.

"Who's the rotten egg now?" I asked, rushing into the lift.

Rachel just laughed.

"No seriously, Ellie. Just for tonight, you're going to be a new you.  Flirtatious, sassy, outgoing. You're going to charm Miles's friends and  make them all fall in love with you. Every single one."

And I giggled. I wasn't into Miles friends, the guys by the pool today  hadn't been my type for lots of reasons, but Rachel was right. I wanted  to dance, laugh, and live up a storm tonight. This was it. It was time  for a new Ellie, a new me, because girls can have fun  …  and I didn't  want to miss out.





CHAPTER TWO


Ellie




"Hi there!" sang Rachel out the window as the car pulled up to the curb.  We'd gotten an Uber to this undisclosed location and I looked out onto  the dark street skeptically. There were a couple street lamps casting  pools of isolated light, and it looked like we'd pulled up in front of  non-descript warehouses, shuttered and empty, no one else around.

"Are you sure this is it?" I said, biting my lip, a little nervous. I  knew the club was supposed to be discreet, but I'd expected at least a  few people hanging out front smoking, maybe a small sign tucked away  somewhere. Or music. Surely there'd be music, what kind of club didn't  play music?

But it was silent on the darkened street, the Uber grinding to a halt at the curb.

"This is it," said the cabbie, "This is the address."

I moved to thank him but was cut off by Rachel again.

"Of course this is the right address," she said breezily. "There's Miles  over there!" she said, her entire head out the window now, long blonde  hair fluttering as she gestured furiously to the men. "Helll-oo!"

And I sighed, getting out of the car. I had a bad feeling about this,  but maybe I was wrong. Maybe once the big warehouse door opened, there'd  be an amazing party inside filled with gorgeous people milling about,  the ladies dressed to the nines, the guys coolly casual.

But ugh, Miles wasn't my idea of a good-looking dude. His features were  okay, but his clothing was beyond bizarre. The man had a blue velvet  jacket with blue ribbon trim around the lapels that made him look like a  carnival barker. I didn't even know they made men's clothes like this,  that anyone would buy stuff so gaudy. But thinking back to Rachel's  multi-colored, LSD-inspired dress, maybe these two were perfect  together. They could work in a high-end circus together as one of the  curiosities, people could pay five dollars to see the zany pair. So  yeah, maybe they were a match made in heaven, and Rachel was skipping  over to Miles now, throwing herself into his arms, twirling in his arms,  a flirtatious female to the max.

"Miles!" she exclaimed, leaning forward to give him a kiss. And kiss  they did. Instead of the peck on the cheek appropriate for people who'd  just met this afternoon, the two of them smooched full-on, mouth to  mouth, liplocking without an inch between them. Stop it, I scolded  myself, stop being judgmental and uptight! It's a new you, remember?

So I made myself smile prettily and greet the small group of men just  getting out at the curb. Our Uber zoomed off and I had a sinking feeling  that my last means of escape had just disappeared as well. But that  couldn't be, I reminded myself sternly. I had my cell, and could summon  Uber or Lyft with a swipe of my keypad, it was that easy. So I made  myself buck up and pasted a cheery smile on my face.

"Hi," I said throatily, hoping I sounded like a femme fatale. Haha, nice  try. Immediately my throat locked and I let out a small cough.

"Oh this is Ellie from today, remember?" chattered Rachel, gesturing my  way. "From the pool." Maybe they didn't remember me that well, my friend  was like a ray of light, chatting and fun, whereas I'd been quiet at  the cabana, listening while sipping my drink quietly.         

     



 

"Of course, of course, cara," rumbled Miles, his arm around Rachel's  waist, pulling the blonde tight. "And you remember my friends Enzo and  Yannis."

I frowned a little. Although the friends weren't as crazily dressed as  Miles, still, they weren't my cup of tea. Both of them were burly as  hell, like bulldogs, the collars of their leather jackets tight around  their thick necks, Enzo's bald head gleaming under the lamplight.

"Hey," Enzo grunted, turning away. Yannis didn't even say anything, just looking around like he was bored.

But I was supposed to be flirtatious and fun tonight, so I tried again.

"Hi," I cooed, doing my best to purr. "I'm Ellie, nice to see you again."

I held out my hand to shake but both men stared at it like they didn't know what to do. Miles cut in.

"You losers, shake her hand! What the fuck is wrong with you? What do you think she's waiting for?"

And grudgingly, Enzo took it, his big bear paw almost crushing mine,  rough and greasy at once. But at least I only touched him for a second  and then it was over. Yannis still wasn't paying attention, looking off  into the darkness, almost like he was scanning the neighborhood. Oh  well. You just can't win some people.

But Rachel was now beyond excited, almost jumping up and down.

"This is soooo cool!" she cooed, linking both arms around Miles's neck,  draping herself on the blue velvet blazer. "Where's the club? I can't  wait! This is so different from the usual Vegas thing, we're going to  have so many stories to tell when we get back, it's gonna be frickin'  amazing."

I was a little embarrassed because what happened to playing "hard to  get"? Rach was letting everything hang out, but I scolded myself again.  Stop Ellie, I frowned. Just go with the flow and relax. So I pasted  another smile on my face and tried to look excited.

"Can't wait!" I chirped. "So fun!"

Miles threw his head back and laughed then.

"Cara," he said gently, unwinding her arms from around his neck. "This  is a super-discreet, top secret place that only the best people know.  Trust me, you're gonna love it. Enzo! Yannis!" he said. "Let's show  these ladies a good time."

And sure enough, Yannis stepped up to a door that I hadn't seen before.  It almost blended in with the wall, there was nothing but a crack  indicating it was there, the concrete façade smooth otherwise. And with a  practiced knock, he rapped on the hard surface.

Nothing happened for a moment, although I could swear someone was  looking at us. I'm not sure what made the hairs on my neck prickle, but I  swear I could feel eyes on us, on me and Rachel in particular, taking  everything in before the door swung silently open.

"Come on," chuckled Miles, leading the way. "Come on, this place is fuckin' awesome, you're going to love it."

And my hopes rose as we stepped through the door. Because instead of  raucous party music, soft strains of something classical greeted us. And  the foyer we'd entered was luxurious and dripping with elegance, set  with marble floors, a beautiful colonnade leading to another hallway,  sprays of flowers on either side. A woman nodded at us with a tray of  drinks.

"Welcome to the Club," she murmured, bowing slightly. Wow, the brunette  was breathtakingly beautiful with her hair swept into an elegant  topknot, a bodyhugging black dress on. This was their coat check girl?  Suddenly I felt hot and embarrassed, face flaming, like I was crass and  rude next to this woman's understated elegance. But I made myself smile  and murmur, "No thanks, I'm good."

She merely offered the cocktails to the rest of my party, and sure  enough Rachel downed one immediately, the pink liquid disappearing down  her throat like water.

"Mmmm!" she said, lapping her lips a little, shooting Miles a lascivious look. "Have a sip, loverboy."