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and massaged
to the back of his neck. His hands tightened on my hips.
    “It’s about my sister’s bachelorette party on Friday. She
wanted to have it at this hot new Place-To-Be-Seen club downtown. I said yes,
sure, because we’re beautiful girls, right? How hard could it be to get in? As
it turns out, pretty hard. You can’t just be young pretty girls anymore,
apparently, you’ve got to be elite, prestigious young pretty girls with a name
they want on their guest list. I already told her I’d get her in and now I’ve
discovered I am too small to even make it on the waiting list. I was hoping you
could twist some arms, storm the doors like my corporate knight in shining
armor.”
    I could feel his breath against my skin. He didn’t speak for
a moment as I massaged his neck. “You’re talking about Michael’s, right?” he
asked finally.
    I pulled my hands back in surprise, “Yes! How did you know
that?”
    He groaned and tightened his fingers into my waist, dug his
fingertips into my skin. “Don’t stop, Mia.”
    It was too intimate. When I lowered my hands back to his
neck I suddenly felt like something we were doing was wrong. I touched him, and
he felt strong and new beneath my hands, but this seemed too close to something
else and all my instincts screamed stop .
    Once I’d resumed, he relaxed again physically. “I’ve been to
a few meetings there. You’ll like it. It is very you.”
    “ You’ve been there?” I almost laughed, but that just
seemed mean.
    “You don’t know everything about my every waking moment,
Mia.”
    “Somehow I doubt that, boss.”
    He made a tired little laugh. “I’ll have your name on the
guest list. They will bend over backwards for my name. And your tab will be on
me. Don’t argue. I can’t fight you tonight.”
    “Ok,” I said, and he slid his hands down my thighs to my
knees and sat up, his eyes glassy and red.
    “You should go, Mia. I have a lot of work to do still
tonight.”
    My hands came away from him and I struggled between wanting
to put them back and wanting to get the hell out of the room as fast as
possible. “I’ll have some dinner delivered here for you. Don’t work too hard,
Mr. Vaughn. You can’t make Todd McKinley answer if he’s not ready to.”
    “I can make him do whatever I want, Mia.” He pushed away
from me, the cool, put together CEO retaking his body. “That’s how I got to
where I am now, by making people answer the phone when I call.”
     
     
    Four
     
    Silver strappy heels that glitter – check . White
thigh-high stockings and matching garter belt – check, check . And the
dress? I scored big when I found this little white and silver cocktail dress in
a consignment shop downtown. It’s got a sweetheart neckline and a-line silhouette
that made my breasts look fan-freaking-tastic. The bodice was tight with silvery,
shimmery beading that promised to sparkle beneath the club lights, and a
feathery satin skirt that fell just over the garter straps. I opted to
accessorize down with just a white satin ribbon collar and fake diamond beads
threaded on a matching white satin ribbon bracelet that tied in a butterfly bow
at the inside of my left wrist. Standing out against the white and silver I
secured the strands of dark fire engine red hair in a messy, coquettish up-do.
I felt delicious and there were few things I found more empowering than feeling
strong and beautiful. Tonight I wanted to stake hearts with a single, sultry
look. Tonight I wanted to be the one everyone listened to and wanted to be
loved by.
    Damian went above and beyond and sent a limo to retrieve the
lot of us. I only kind of knew my sister’s girlfriends, but they were all
impressed. My sister, Cassandra, mumbled “this must be a dream,” on repeat as
we drove to the club.
    Michael’s fit on the corner in front of a big high rise
hotel, squat and black and perfectly cube shaped, like an ultramodern Borg
ship. We had rooms in the connecting hotel.
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