Trusting Jay(51)

The place was already busy and a lot of those people would be standing out in the cold for a very long time. A circular dance floor was in the middle of the room, with several curved bars and a few tables and stools around the outside. Upstairs was a gallery, with several men hanging over watching the dancers.

“Let me pay,” I said to Jenny as we approached the bar.

“No need, Collin is comping us the entire night.”

“Score,” Sam said.

“Collin sure will be, when he calls in this favor,” Marla said.

“Okay, but you have to promise me you’ll let me treat the three of you to dinner next week”

The concierge arrived at our sides with a bucket of champagne and glasses. We each took a glass, and he poured us a drink.

“I’ll open another bottle for you and leave it on that table,” he pointed at one of the tables. “I’ve reserved it for your use.”

“Thanks. And make sure you tell Collin thank you for us,” Jenny said.

After he walked away, I raised my glass and said, “I owe you all such a big thank you for how you’ve all helped me. To friends.” We chinked glasses and had a sip, and I gave them each a little hug.

My throat was already getting sore and raspy from shouting over the music I took another big gulp of bubbles and herded Jenny, Sam and Marla to the dance floor.

I was self conscious at first, worried about toppling over in my shoes and making a fool of myself on the dance floor. But I soon forgot my inhibitions, and the music took over. It felt amazing to forget myself and have fun after my self imposed confinement in my condo.

Endorphins coursed through my veins as I waggled my hips and waved my arms. Strong hands clasped my waist, and I jolted. He moved with me to the music, and I spun around in time to the beat.



I came face to face with a gorgeous blue-eyed blond. He smirked at me as his eyes raked over my body then zeroed in on my jiggling tits. Even though he wasn’t my type. And even though I was still hurting from Jay. The man’s attention surged the endorphins throughout me and in a moment of madness I reached out and ran my hands down his arms.

Hard, defined muscles bulged underneath his shirt. The culmination of so many factors, Jay, the new job, the way I felt in my outfit, the champagne, caused me to want this man. I wanted him to take me home and rip my clothes off. Then Jay would be well and truly gone from my life.

We danced together for several more songs, our hands roving over each other as we moved. I was sweaty after a few songs, and needed a drink.

“I’m thirsty,” I shouted into the blond’s ear.

“I’ll get us some drinks,” he said, kissing my cheek. His lips warmed me.

I followed him off the floor and went to our reserved table to rest. Jenny had disappeared ages ago, I assume with Collin. Sam and Marla were busy dancing with what seemed to be twins.

The blond appeared carrying two glasses of bubbles, and I eagerly took one off him as he arrived at the table. He sat beside me and we clinked glasses. My throat was so parched I drank half of it in one go. I sipped at the rest while we rested. My feet hadn’t hurt, or at least I hadn’t noticed the hurt, until I sat down.

“I have access to the VIP area,” he said, pointing upstairs.

Wow. Jenny had described the club’s legendary VIP lounge. Even she couldn’t get us in there. But my new friend could.

“Sounds great, let’s go.”

He stood, and I followed him across the room to an elaborate staircase. A bouncer was standing in front of it, but the blond flashed something and he stepped aside.

“After you,” the blond said, motioning for me to go first. I climbed the stairs, the heat of his eyes on my ass as I went.

The VIP lounge was quieter, with sofas and low tables. It overlooked the dance floor, and I looked down in search of Sam and Marla. The action gave me sudden vertigo, and I had to shut my eyes.

I hadn’t realized how drunk I was until I got in the relative calmness of the lounge. I moved to sit down and had to put my arm out to catch myself.

“Come, my table’s over here.” The blond put his arm around me and guided me to a sofa away from the edge of the balcony.

I collapsed onto it like a rag-doll. The blond sat beside me, put his arm around my shoulder and held me tight to him. I kept opening and closing my eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning. Each time I closed them, I got more and more tired until I could barely re-open them.

The blond held me tighter, and I opened my eyes to see him touch the diamond on the necklace, then move his finger down between my cleavage. I was so out of it, I felt like I was in a dream. Except I didn’t feel anything. I wasn’t at all excited by the man’s attention. My skin barely registered his touch.