Page 68 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

“Yes, I will.”

Collin stepped behind me. “What are you two talking about?”

“You, Collin.” I threaded our fingers.

His brows wrinkled.

“We can discuss it later.” I grinned.

He sauntered toward the bouncer. They exchanged a few words, then we walked inside. The blaring music pulsated my body. I ran my fingers over the black walls.

“Do you come here often?”

“Enough. My friend Sebastian owns the place. He and his wife are upstairs in V.I.P. I wanted you to meet them.”

“Ok.”

I scanned the bodies, molding together on the dance floor. My hips wiggled to the beat as Collin and I walked upstairs.

A handsome man threw his hand in the air.

Collin waved as we approached. “Hey, Sebastian.”

He stood and gave Collin a bro hug.

A woman around my height stood and stretched her hand toward me.

Her beautiful brown face lit up as our men introduced us.

Collin pulled me beside him as we sat on the oversized plush burnt orange sofa surrounding an orange wooden table. I scanned the beautiful club. Rectangular mirrors hung from the ceiling on either side. Orange fixtures dangled throughout. We had the perfect view of the spacious dance floor downstairs. I loved the pair of intimate candles resting on each table. The space felt inviting.

The waiter approached, and Sebastian ordered champagne.

“My husband mentioned you’re from Alaska. How do you like it here so far?” Her gorgeous eyes slanted as her purple lips widened.

“Yes. I am from Talkeetna, Alaska. I was Collin’s tour guide.”

“Do you plan to return?”

“Not sure. I like L.A., it’s just very fast paced. I don’t have any friends, yet.”

It clicked as the words fell from my lips. Collin sought out a black woman who could possibly become my friend. It was thoughtful of him. The brief interaction Sydney and I shared was refreshing. We clicked. She was so easy to talk to. I wondered how long Collin and Sebastian knew each other.

“Are you ok?” Sydney’s smile dropped.

“Yes, I just realized Collin didn’t want me to be alone, so he introduced us.” I rubbed my brow.

Sydney rubbed my hand. “Nothings wrong with that. I’m from Atlanta, Georgia. Sebastian followed me out here.”

My jaw slacked. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Collin massaged my waist. It was hard to explain, but I felt comfortable with them right away.

The waiter returned and poured us each a glass of wine.

“I’d like to propose a toast.” Collin peeked at me.

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