Mr. Big Shot: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (Kinda Cocky Book 1), стр. 6
“And even then? You keep his ass on a short leash,” Roxy interjected.
I turned back to the mirror. “If that’s how it works? I’m fine being single for the rest of my life.”
I fluffed my hair out before deciding to put it up. The outfit they had me in used fabric that didn’t breathe. At all. I’d be sweating through the damn thing before the end of the night! The girls helped me with my high-and-tight ponytail, making sure every wisp of hair was sprayed down and pinned beyond recognition.
“So? How do I look?” I asked.
Roxy grinned. “I’d bang you if I had a dick.”
I laughed. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
Kelly shrugged. “She’s right. It’d be a threesome tonight if we were men.”
I rolled my eyes. “Come on, you two. Let’s head on out before you wear me out.”
“Oh, yeah. You really need to get laid,” Roxy giggled.
“I don’t need to do anything except have fun with you two tonight.”
Kelly massaged my shoulders. “But we are going to try to get you some strange.”
“Come on! Why can’t we just go out and have a girl’s night? Like you two said?”
Roxy rushed down the stairs. “Because part of being in a new place is having new adventures.”
Kelly nodded. “Yep. And what better way to kick off your time in Vegas than with some one-night tango fiasco in a hotel room somewhere?”
I wrinkled my nose. “If that’s your definition of fun? I’m good. Besides, why go to a hotel when I’ve got my own bed right here? Free of charge?”
“That’s the spirit!” Roxy ripped my front door open.
“No, I wasn't saying--.”
Kelly threw her hands in the air. “Let’s find a man for Karina’s bed tonight!”
I sighed. “Oh, boy.”
They dragged me out to a car I didn’t recognize, and I quirked an eyebrow. Roxy jumped into the bright yellow convertible and slipped behind the wheel. Kelly hopped in back, her dress fluttering and exposing her daisy-patterned panties for the entire block to see.
Then, Roxy reached over to open my door. “Your chariot awaits.”
I sat down against the leather seat. “Now, I know neither of you own this. So, who sucked off who to get this?”
Kelly barked with laughter. “It’s a rental, jackass.”
Roxy cranked the engine. “And I can’t wait to hear the engine purr.”
“Okay, okay. But, I get to pick the music,” I insisted.
Roxy backed out of my driveway. “Just make sure it’s not any of that hokey country music you listen to.”
I paused. “And what if it is?”
Kelly shoved her face between us. “Boring! Pick something with some action. Some bass. Some umph, people!”
Roxy grinned. “I know just the thing, too.”
“So, ‘no’ to me picking the music?”
Kelly shook her head. “It’s a hard pass for me. And, we’ll be picking out your man for the night, too.”
I sighed. “I already told you, I’m not--.”
Roxy turned on the radio, and the bass in the convertible almost blew my damn brains out. My eyes widened as the neighbors poked their heads out of their front doors. I waved my hand and apologized as Roxy tore down the road, her hand in the air with Kelly squealing at the top of her lungs. “Woo hoo! Vegas, baby. Yeah!”
“You’re still in Henderson, Kelly,” I told her.
She yelled. “I can’t hear you, party pooper! Sorry!”
It didn’t shock me that the place they took me to had a line of cars three blocks long. It didn’t shock me that the cover charge for men was damn near a hundred bucks. It didn’t even shock me when the bouncer offered us free V.I.P. for the night simply because of how we were dressed.
What did shock me, though, was the sheer size of this place.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Kelly held out her arms. “Welcome to Omnia Nightclub.”
Roxy nudged me. “The bouncer’s got the hots for Kelly, so he always gives us free V.I.P. whenever we come.”
Kelly snorted. “No, he has the hots for you. You’re the one who -”
I shrugged. “What ever.”
We were led through a massive dance floor already packed with people. Even though it was only eight-thirty, everyone was there. A gargantuan bar spanned the entire back wall, with seven bartenders behind it. They were ready to serve up whatever drink people wanted. The bar was made of marble. A slab of brown and black swirled with a decadent white that had gold flakes sparkling within it. The barstools were genuine leather, greased down and twinkling beneath the strobing lights. The hardwood floors smelled as if they had been freshly waxed. The small spiral staircase we walked up had pads that lit up in Omnia’s signature colors every time we took a step. Deep blues that faded to white before sparking with red.
I was mesmerized with every step I took.
We walked along the balcony of the second floor, and I gazed down at the sea of heads quickly mounting beneath us. A sea of hands lifted up as lights flashed, and dry ice fogged up the room. The haze made me feel lighter than air. Confetti rained down from the ceiling as everyone started to cheer. With drinks in the air and waitresses fighting the crowd to offer jello shots to all the unassuming dancers, the bass of the music rattled my ribcage. And my eardrums.
But, a sound more piercing than the music rose up beside me. The sound of Kelly squealing. She shoved her way past me, and I whipped my head over, watching her shuffle in her impossible heels. She dramatically threw her arms around a man’s neck. They looked happy to see one another. Then the strange man held out his arm. Before another man, clad in an impeccably tailored suit, stepped up to the plate.
The man in the suit didn’t seem to be happy about being out.
Trust me, dude. I get it.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
Roxy leaned into my ear as Kelly tried talking to the man in the suit. He