Page 5 of Manhattan Heart

True friendships I value

All roads lead back to my Grayson.

And as much as I love … more like coke head type of addicted … to spending every waking moment with that man of mine, there are nights, like tonight, that I need the company of my girls. It’s rare we are all free at the same time, so I take advantage of it and have Sena reserve us a VIP table inFrost, one of her husband’s nightclubs. It really does pay to be friends with these people, I think to myself with a grin as I climb out of the Uber and head for the door where I’m shown through the velvet rope.

Swishing my hips, loving the material of my red fringed dress, I take the compliments of some hungry eyes as I pass by. I may be loved up with no intention of ever straying, but a girl likes to think she still has it.

Once upon a time I was the party girl and for fucks sake, I’m not thirty.Yet.

I’m going to think about that number fast approaching later this year because picking out coffins is not something I want to think about tonight.

I find the girls up on the mezzanine level already having their first drinks.

“About time,” Sena complains, dressed in a little unicorn colored ombre dress, delicious with her matching ombre pink hair. I hug her first. “We had a bet you were delayed due to….” She wiggles her brows.

“She’s trying to say we thought you were riding Gray.” Gabby supplies, with a saucy red lipped grin. She’s the friend with the olive tan and inky blank hair tumbling down to her ass crack in the backless red and black dress with a silver choker around her throat.

She has dancers limbs that go on for days and the bendy things she does with those limbs is unnatural and sexy as hell. Seriously, we all piled into the club she dances in last year for Sena’s birthday and I think between all three of us, we gave her more than two nights worth of tips. It even makes me consider getting a pole for the new house, but friction burn on my inner thighs is only acceptable when Gray bangs my brains out or leaves whisker burn.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” I say, sipping the drink waiting for me.

“No, but she does get drunk and overshare though, just wait.” Sena tattles.

“Speaking of kissing and telling. Have you given that boss of yours a lap dance yet, Gab?” I know for a fact that will shut her up and I smile into my drink. “Three years is too long to lust after a guy who you know would show you a good time.”

“I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“You know he’d mix all the business with your pleasure if you let him,” pipes Catie, sipping her own strawberry whatever it is, through a black straw. Those two are best friends just like me and Sena, so Catie has more scope on that situation than anyone else.

“It’s not like that,” the dancer evades, but we all see her face heat up even under the strobe lighting and with more taunting and cajoling she holds up a hand. “Okay, okay, you pack of fucking vultures. We kissed! I kissed Dominic. One time, but that’s it. There won’t be a repeat.”

“Oh my god, was it a bad kiss?”

“Horrible breath?”

“Too much tongue?”

“That’s such a fucking mafia man name, so hot.”

“No, it was… actually, it was the hottest kiss of my life. He was pissed off at me, said I was flirting with the clientele. Hello, it’s my fucking job to get tips. But I never take it further than that. He was just being a pretentious jackass in his thousand dollar suit and attitude.”

“And that’s how he kissed you?”

“Yeah, he was growling in my face.”

“A good start,” I grin. I like boss-man’s style. “Sexy. Go on.”

“And his eyes were all fiery.”

“Oh yeah…” Sena fans herself.

“Then he just kissed me, and held me by the throat.”

“Jesus.” We all chime together.

I’m a fan of those pinned kisses. Grayson does themverywell when he gets all agitated and horny. For a sweet guy, he can get super alpha with hardly any provocation. “How many orgasms did you have?”

This makes Gabby laugh with her head thrown back before she sobers. “It can’t happen again, it won’t. He’s my boss and I need that stupid job, it’s the only one that makes enough money.”

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