Page 252 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Wow,” I murmured, staring at it all.
Carefully, I made my way through the crowd and sat at an available stool at the bar.
“What can I get you, beautiful?” the bartender asked.
“Something fruity,” I said.
Chuckling, he got to work. Before long, he slid a fruity drink at me, complete with a little umbrella. I wiggled in my seat as I sipped it, watching all the people dance and have a good time.
It was a nice place. The cab driver did right by me.
I finished my third drink before gaining the confidence to go to the dance floor.
Feeling a little freer than when I started the night, I joined the crowd and danced to the music with them. A few guys danced on me, but no one bothered me past that.
I danced back, and no one made a move to attack them.
That was refreshing.
Big, warm hands slid around my waist as I moved, a hard body joining me.
I danced back for a moment before turning to find myself staring at Klaus.
He smirked down at me, dressed in black, and looking like a fallen angel.
“I should have known it was you,” I said loudly.
He leaned down, his lips at my ear. “You just love turning up in places you shouldn’t be, don’t you?”
“Maybe.” I danced away from him, leaving him to stand there. People gave him a wide berth.
It was no wonder. The man was fierce. He looked terrifying from a distance. Up close could stop your heart.
I danced through two songs with the crowd before I needed another drink. I went to the bar and ordered one, and the bartender slid it across to me with a note.
I frowned at the note as I unfolded it.
“Third floor. Come. -K”
Klaus.
He was probably going to try to take me out of here. I attempted to hand the bartender money, but he shook his head at me.
Sighing, I took my drink to the third floor. Security let me through without issue—clearly VIP.
“Back corner,” one of the men said as if they knew exactly who I was looking for.
I walked where instructed, earning looks along the way. It was way quieter up here, that was for sure.
Klaus was in the back corner, just like security said. I went to him, noting he was alone.
“Little hummingbird,” he said, gesturing for me to sit, so I did. “Do you like that drink?”
I nodded and sucked a little from my straw.
A tiny smirk played on his lips. He never smiled when he was with Matteo. When they were apart, he was a completely different person.
“Are you happy?” I asked, feeling a little tipsy.
