Page 3 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
“Only the best for you, boo.”
I chuckle. “Okay.”
After the hottest shower my hot water heater can give me, I wrap the towel around my hair. I stand naked in front of the closet, shifting through the clothes. Which club we go to depends on Lexi’s mood. Most of my going out clothes are on the modest side of things. Compared to what supes wear, my clothes are downright conservative.
The front door clicks open as I continue searching for something Lexi will approve of. Lexi and sexy go hand in hand. Not because the words rhyme. Lexi has long, honey-colored hair. Her skin is bronzed to perfection, and the woman has eyebrows to die for. On top of all that, her lips are soft, full, and the perfect color of light pink.
My friend’s been weakening the knees of men since she came of age.
“Please tell me you aren’t seriously considering the green one.”
I turn, smirking at the disgust on her face.
“I see you let yourself in.”
She waves her hand around, the key I gave her glinting in the air. “Wasn’t that the point of this?”
I snort. “Not really.” The key is for emergencies or when I go out of town with Kevin. Instead, Lexi uses it as an open invitation to come over whenever she damn well pleases. I don’t really mind; Lexi’s family. I face the closet again, not caring that she stands there watching my bare ass as I choose an outfit.
She’s seen worse.
My fingers brush against black fabric. I pull it from the hanger and shimmy into the leather dress. It’s the most risqué piece I own. One side has a spaghetti-strap while the top part of the dress pulls up and over the other arm in a thicker piece. A few bands of black studs crisscross over my stomach and parts of the skirt are cut out, revealing pieces of my hips and thighs.
I twirl, palms facing up. “Well, good enough for you?”
Her lips pucker as she whistles. “Damn, girl. Where have you been hiding that number?”
“I was saving it for our trip to Las Vegas.” I frown, thinking of all the money I wasted planning the trip for our anniversary.
She narrows her eyes. “No more, you’ll get premature wrinkles at twenty-four if you keep making that face. Let me help you with your makeup.”
“Two shotsof tequila and two margaritas,” Lexi shouts over the music at the bartender.
Vu Ja De, the nightclub Lexi brought me to, is popping. Strobe lights flash over the crowded dance floor, making people scream and holler as they grind and press against each other. This club is notorious, known for getting people drunk as hell and having the best DJs. There are so many people, and I don’t recognize a single face in the crowd.
Honestly, my best friend couldn’t have chosen a better place to bring me.
He looks between the two of us with a knowing smile. “Going hard tonight, ladies?”
“It’s going to be so hard,” Lexi says, winking at him.
The bartender blushes at her innuendo and turns around to grab our drinks.
She makes a sound of appreciation. “Will you look at that?”
I laugh.
My friend twirls a piece of my hair, leaning her scantily clad body against mine. “I bet he could crack nuts with that ass.”
Slapping my hand over my mouth, I stifle a chortle. “You’re ridiculous.” I sneak a quick peek at his butt. Yeah, she’s not wrong. Those are some perky cheeks.
“You’re blushing,” she whispers into my ear.
I screech and shove her away. “Stop it.”
“Best way to get over someone is to get under someone new.” Lexi shrugs.
A guy next to her shoots me an inquisitive look. I bite my lip and let my gaze roam over his body. He’s wearing a casual navy button up T-shirt and dark-washed jeans. His biceps bulge when he picks up his drink and salutes me.
