Page 12 of Michael's Awakening
Undoing my tie, I slung it off and then stripped out of my suit. My eyes lit up when I saw my favorite pair of pants, so I grabbed them and slipped them on. They were black with large frays starting above my thigh and going all the way down both legs. They were freaking amazing and I loved them.
Shuffling through my shirts, I stopped when I found exactly what I was looking for. It was a black leather, cropped belly shirt that had a zipper running down the front. There were no sleeves, just thick straps that totally complimented my toned arms. Playing the cello had its major benefits in the arm toning department.
The bottom of the shirt hit just above my belly button, showing off my studded belly ring and my tan, slim stomach. I then slipped on my spike-heeled boots and laced them up. Looking into my full-length mirror beside my closet, I admired my selection and pushed my hip out.Damn fabulous.Now all I needed was my black studded collar, and a few leather bracelets to finish the look.
After refreshing my makeup and fluffing my hair, I was ready to party.
The cab dropped me off outside the club, so I reached into my clutch purse to pay for the ride. I never drove my car when I went out because I never knew who I might be going home with or how much I was going to drink.
I shivered slightly as the mid-October air hit my bare skin, temporarily making me regret my decision to not wear a jacket. I probably should have worn one, but that would have required me to carry the damn thing around with me all night once I got inside the warm club.
So, yeah, I had decided against it. Fashion over comfort any day.
I was a little anxious as I made my way to the club entrance. I hadn’t been toRawin a while because of my busy schedule, and I wassoready to tear up the dance floor again. It was the only gay club in the area, which wasn’t that surprising. However, whatwassurprising was the fact that there was even a gay club there at all.
I guess it just goes to show that not everyone in the town hated gays. That information alone was enough to make living there bearable. Almost.
I handed the bouncer my ID and grinned when he gave me the once-over.Yes, I know I’m fucking hot.He had a bit too much muscle for my taste though, so I didn’t linger around to flirt. Once I was cleared, I entered the club. Excitement bubbled inside of me as I took in the atmosphere.
The dance floor was in the center of the room, surrounded by scattered tables and various smaller bar stations. The main bar was on the left side of the room, lining the majority of the wall, with bar stools set up in front of it. Not that many people were sitting there. Everyone was either shaking their ass on the dance floor or spread out in groups on the look-out for potential bed partners.
The DJ’s booth was located in the center of the back wall, in front of the dance area, with red lights streaming behind him.
Bodies moved from side to side as the songMurder Mittenby the band I See Stars blared through the speakers. Flashing green and blue neon lights swirled around and illuminated the room in typical dance-club fashion. The deep base of the song vibrated through my chest and I smiled as I took a deep breath. I swayed my hips to the beat as I walked farther in, searching for the closest bar station. I wanted to scope out my surroundings a bit before making any moves and the bar was the best place for that.
Spotting one nearby, I realized I’d have to enter the fray of dancing bodies to get there. Oh well. Bring it on.
Walking through the sea of people on the dance floor toward the left side of the room, hands brushed and rubbed against me, and some of them squeezed my tight ass. I didn’t know whose hand belonged to whom, but I didn’t care. I loved the attention.
“Can I buy you a drink, sexy?”
I eyed the man who basically had to shout to be heard over the blaring music. He looked to be in his late twenties, with blond hair and an average build. He was cute, in a preppy guy way.
I ran my hand down his chest as I leaned into him and gave him a flirty smile.
Right before I could respond, an arm came out of nowhere, wrapped firmly around my waist and pulled me back. A deep, husky voice growled next to my ear, “Actually, he’s with me.”
What the hell?
I glanced at the owner of the arm and the rich, seductive voice and almost fainted right then and there. Those intense eyes and masculine jaw were unmistakable. It was the man I’d seen at my show.
And he was glaring murderously at Mr. Preppy.
