Page 2 of Plunge into Obsession

I nodded. “Absolutely.”

Lucinda was gorgeous, and she knew it. But she hadn’t been acting like herself ever since this relationship started, and I wasn’t sure if this man was good for her or not.

She wasn’t as confident as before, and that wasn’t supposed to be the case, was it?

Being in a relationship with someone was supposed to make you feel confident—sexy, even.

At least, I thought so.

I hadn’t ever been in a serious relationship with someone, so it was hard for me to judge Lucinda’s, but it felt even more impossible because I hadn’t met Luis.

All I’d gotten from her was that he was hot, and there was an edge to him that was much more prominent than in the men she’d been with before.

And Lucinda had been with a lot of men with sharp edges.

She was attracted to bad boys.

But this one was just more so than the others—her words.

I stood up and grabbed my small clutch off her bed.

“Do you want me to keep your ID and cell phone in here?” I asked, taking in the tight, small red dress she had on.

It was strapless, showing off her curves in the best way possible, but there wasn’t any room to keep her stuff in it.

Lucinda wouldn’t want to detract from the outfit with a purse or a clutch.

She smiled and handed her things over.

Then we were off.

I glimpsed myself in her body-length mirror as I passed, looking at my fair skin, black midnight hair tied up in a high ponytail, and bright blue eyes standing out against the dark eye makeup I had on.

I wore a little black dress with straps that crisscrossed over my sternum and across my shoulders, moving all the way over my upper back and showing off the same design behind.

The dress was mid-thigh, and I was afraid if I bent over at any time during the night, I might end up flashing someone.

I shook my head, working hard to not feel so uncomfortable in my own skin, and chased Lucinda out the door.

We got to the club a little past nine, and already the place was bursting with people.

Lucinda grabbed my hand, looking back and smiling at me as she led me further inside, already familiar with where everything was. She had been here a few times without me.

We came to a table in the back that was roped off.

A bouncer stood guard in front of it, but he moved out of the way and unhooked the rope when he caught sight of us.

He was a big and intimidating man, with tan skin, dark eyes that looked black, a neatly trimmed goatee, and a bald head. I couldn’t tell how he really looked, not when the little lights inside the club were all neon and bright, flashing about along with the music.

It was giving me a headache.

“Lucinda,” he greeted loudly.

His voice was deep and penetrated through the noise easily enough.

“Romeo,” she said back, sounding a bit indifferent. She bypassed him and took a seat.

I smiled at the man when I walked by.

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