We all giggled together just as Carlos pulled into Club Med. “I shall wait for you, Clara.”
I shook my head. “No, Carlos, you can’t. Go home and we will catch a cab back later.”
“It’s no trouble—”
I put my hand up and tapped his shoulder. “I insist.”
He smiled and nodded his head. “Well I hope you ladies have a wonderful evening.”
“Oh, we will,” I said as we clambered out of the van.
The music seemed to be getting louder by my third drink of the evening. We were all on the Cosmopolitans, considering it was two-for-one on cocktails night. It was rather busy, and there were a couple pieces of eye-candy I had spotted earlier when we walked in.
“Can I get you a drink?” asked Eye-Candy-Number-One.
I pointed to my filled glass. “I’m fine, but thank you.”
“I haven’t seen you in here before.” He leaned in a little bit more, so I could hear him. The body contact wasn’t intimidating. In fact, I was enjoying it—probably because I felt like I was sticking it to Luca more than anything else.
“I’ve never been in here before.”
He looked around before meeting my eyes again. “You’re with a group of girls. Some of them I recognise.”
“I’m sure you do,” I said smiling. “They told me about this place a while ago, and I’ve wanted to come here ever since.”
He ran a hand through his blond hair. “What’s been stopping you? You haven’t got one of those boyfriends who wants to keep you under lock and key, have you?”
I shook my head. “No, not at all. I’ve just been too busy. I work long hours and don’t really get any time off.”
Looking at me with his dark blue eyes, I began to wonder why I had kept myself locked up for so long. I was still young and should really commit to living a little.
“That’s a real shame. I know work can be a real bummer at times. You have to let your hair down every now and then.” He stroked my arm a little and smiled.
I smiled back, ignoring the fact that he was getting intimate. “That’s the reason why I’m here.”
“Clara!” Rachael called. “Come dance with me, sexy.”
I took the rest of my drink down and lowered myself off the barstool. “Excuse me for a moment,” I said to Eye-Candy-Number-One.
He shook his head. “No problem at all. Have fun.”
Rachael dragged me to the middle of the dance floor where we swayed our hips to the music. Before long, Rachael was rubbing up against me seductively, but I didn’t mind. She knew I wasn’t into women in that way, so I felt safe enough to go this far with her.
It looked as though Eye-Candy-Number-One was enjoying the show. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, it was turning me on a little to think he may be getting turned on by it. His penetrating eyes said it all.
“It’s nice to see you letting your hair down a little,” Rachael shouted. “You look fucking sexy in that dress.”
I laughed. “Thank you. You’re looking rather stunning yourself.” I gave her a wink and carried on with our dance.
It was about another five minutes later when I decided to take a breather and go back to ordering another drink. Eye-Candy Number-One was in deep conversation with Eye-Candy-Number-Two. “I got you another drink,” Eye-Candy-Number-One said.
“Thanks. What’s your name by the way?” So I can stop calling you “Eye-Candy-Number- One…”
Eye-Candy-Number-One pointed to himself first. “I’m Daniel, and this is Brett.”
Brett held out his hand. “Nice to meet you…”
“Clara.”
Brett pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it. “What a beautiful name.”
“Thank you.” I fanned myself a little as the heat was setting in. The amount of body heat people could produce in one room amazed me.
“You’re hot; let me help you.” Daniel started blowing cool air on my chest, making me giggle loudly.
“Wow. You have the most adorable laugh.” Brett looked down at me smiling—or rather, he looked down at my cleavage, smiling. I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or pissed off by it. I wasn’t going to let it spoil my fun by any means, though.
“Fancy a dance?” I asked Daniel. Brett seemed a little too cocky and pervy for my liking.
“Would I ever!” Daniel led the way, leaving Brett alone with his drink.
Looking around, I found that some of the girls were dancing, while others were chatting and drinking. They all seemed like they were having fun—and attracting a lot of attention.
Daniel quickly had me in his arms, and I didn’t much care whether he did or not. I knew I wouldn’t go home with him or anything, but it was nice to stick it to Luca after being held hostage by him for nearly two days.