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“Okay, take them somewhere else.”

The tattooed guy looked at me. Our eyes met.

He smiled and rolled his eyes.

I laughed.

Marilyn leaned over to shout into my ear again. “Whoa, hey! That guy is hot!”

I nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

I felt Marilyn straighten up. I didn’t need to look to be sure that she was trying to give him bedroom eyes.

He chuckled, watching us. The boy was still arguing at him, insisting that he’d ruin the club by taking his friends and leaving.

I couldn’t imagine that everyone in here was his friend, so it wouldn’t do that much damage.

The guy in the tank top looked back at the kid, then at me and Marilyn. He pointed to the two of us, his gaze turning to the bartender. “Hey. Get these two ladies VIP passes.”

“What?!” The kid moved to shove him.

And in an instant, the guy had him turned around, one arm behind the kid’s back. “And call security. Get this asshole out of here.”

The bartender made a call over the headset she was wearing. As soon as she’d finished, she unlocked a locked cabinet and removed two of the orange lanyards. “Ladies, here you are,” she said, smiling.

“Are you serious?” Marilyn asked.

“Yeah!” The bartender nodded. “What do you want to drink?”

Marilyn ordered us both appletinis. The bartender nodded and immediately started to make them. As she did, I pulled some cash out of my pocket, sliding a twenty toward her.

She handed me the glasses but waved away the money. “You’re VIP! Drinks are free!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” She laughed, then turned, pointing. “Go around the bar. A bouncer will let you into the VIP lounge.”

“Thank you!” I laughed, taking the lanyard and putting it on. Marilyn did the same, then took my arm, pulling me back toward the VIP area.

A bouncer looked at our lanyards, then unclipped the velvet rope blocking off the VIP section from the rest of the club. It was so much quieter here, with room to walk around and a private bar.

And a pool.

But all of the people here were gorgeous, beautiful women and really handsome men. The people in the front had been beautiful, too, but these were… like Instagram models.

I looked back toward the bar. The guy who’d given us the passes was gone.

I needed to see him again before the night was over.

When I turned back to her, Marilyn was smiling. “Looking for the guy?”

“I wanted to say thank you.”

She laughed. “So did I. I wonder if he’d accept me sucking his dick as a thank you?”

I laughed and slapped her gently on the shoulder. “Don’t be gross!”

“What? I mean it! He’s gorgeous!”

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