Lena walked into Exquisite, her eyes searched the main dining room looking for Mason. She couldn’t see him anywhere but she did spot Wendy over behind the bar. Making her way through the crowded tables she noticed the minute Wendy spotted her, she thought the lady looked a little tense, and she wasn’t the only one because she heard Shelly whisper, “Uh oh.”
“What do you think that’s about?”
“Dunno.” her friend answered and took her hand, “Come on, lets be brave.”
They made their way to the bar and stopped at the end waiting for Wendy to come over to them. She finished serving a customer then made her way over wiping her hands on her apron. “Hey there Lena.”
“Hey Wendy. How’s it going?” Lena asked genuinely concerned for the frazzled looking lady. For as long as Lena had known her, Wendy had always been one of the most put together women she knew and right now she looked like she needed to sleep for a few weeks.
“Honestly? Trust me you don’t want to know.”
Lena grimaced and shook her head knowing this couldn’t be good. Looking around again then back to the manager she noticed Wendy was shaking her head.
“He isn’t here.” she paused, sighing. “He never is anymore.”
Tilting her head to the side she was about to ask what she meant when Shelly jumped in.
“What do you mean? Where is he?”
Wendy snorted and ran a hand through her hair, “Probably down at Blue Moon getting drunk. That’s his usual pattern these days.”
Lena looked at Shelly with a raised brow, “Blue Moon? What is that? A Bar?”
Shelly shook her head and replied, “Nope. Dance club.”
Groaning Lena shut her eyes for a moment. “A dance club? Ahh, I hate dancing.”
Wendy made a noise in front of her and she looked at her smirk. “Why does it matter? You wont get anywhere, he’s checked out for the moment. Trust me I’ve tried.” she paused then asked, “I didn’t think you two were talking, has that changed?”
Lena shook her head and answered, “No. But it’s about to.”
The first thing Lena noticed was how dark it was inside the club. They’d been lined up for the last half hour waiting to get inside and now that they finally had paid and stepped in, the glare from the outside flood lights had faded and they were in a dimly lit, basement like warehouse. There were people everywhere, from one wall to the other and the music was pounding so loudly Lena could feel it pulsating through her whole body. She felt Shelly tug on her arm and she leaned in close to hear her say.
“Let’s go over to the bar? Get something to drink and scan the floor.”
Nodding she followed Shelly through the crowd. She was easy to keep track of in her hot pink strapless tube dress. Lena noticed eyes from both men and women go up and down her friend, as she strutted through the crowds of people on her black spiked stilettos. Her hair was in a sleek blond ponytail and Lena marveled over the effortless confidence she had. Squinting against the bright strobe lights that had begun flashing with the next song Lena tried to scan the crowd looking for anyone even remotley resembling Mason but she came up with nothing. Following her friend they stopped at the bar and Shelly ordered two tequila shots. Lena glanced at her friend quickly.
‘What?” she asked innocently, “Liquid courage. You’ll need it here.”
“Gee thanks a lot.” Lena shouted over the music.
“Well it’s true! You hate drinking, you hate having to be aggressive and I know you hate dancing. Tonight, here.” she paused looking around at the sweaty pulsing bodies, “You’ll need to do all three.”
Swallowing deeply Lena nodded agreeing with her friend and wondering how the hell she’d ended up here and reached out to grab the drink. Tipping it up she slammed it home and coughed once screwing her nose up, “Oh shit!”
Shelly burst out laughing then turned to face the crowd. Lena felt her friend freeze and her hand grip her wrist. “Lena. Over there.”
Lena turned her head in the direction her friend was looking and froze on the spot. Under the flashing lights she saw Mason, in amongst the sweaty gyrating bodies, pressed hip to hip with a blonde who was all over him like a second skin. He had his big hands on the blonde’s ass and had her hips pulled in tight to his and her arms were wrapped up around his neck with her fingers running through his wet black hair. He had his eyes shut and was grinding his hips against the blonde’s like there was no material between the two of them and Lena wanted to walk over grab the blonde’s hair and yank her off him. However, he was doing just as much clinging, so maybe she could rip the blonde off him then knee him in the balls. She grinned maliciously at that thought then turned to Shelly who had her eyes glued to the scene in front of them.
“Ahh, so.” Shelly said then looked over to Lena, “Now what?”
Lena narrowed her eyes and said in a soft voice that concealed all the pent up emotions she was having. “Now I have a second shot of tequila.”
Mason had finally lost himself. It’d taken him around half a bottle of scotch and half an hour with Cindy, or was it Mindy? He couldn’t remember and didn’t care. She’d stopped talking and was clinging and rubbing all over him and that was what he wanted, no talking, just a sweaty curvy body. The music was moving through him and his hips were working up a delicious friction in the notch between her thighs and from the way she was moaning in his ear and gripping his hair he decided she must like the fact that his hard on was pressing up against her. Sure, he wouldn’t do anything with her or it, but it felt nice to think about it for the moment and not all the other bullshit in his life.
He opened his eyes as the music switched up and for a crazy second he was sure he saw Lena moving toward him. He blinked his eyes figuring the combination of alcohol and the strobe lighting was playing tricks on him, but no, there she was again as the lights flickered then it went back to dark. He shifted Cindy in his grip and she groaned thinking he was moving their position, when in fact he was just moving his, then he lost sight of the vision in the crowd. Shaking his head he turned back to look down at Cindy whose mouth was open and he noticed her eyes were dilated, all signs that she was one hundred percent turned on and he suddenly decided he needed another drink, and to get away from the blonde. He took a step back reaching up behind his neck to grab her hands, and she blinked a few times at him.
“Let go hon.”
She smiled, what he figured she thought was a seductive smile, and said loudly over the music. “I can come with you.”
Shaking his head he replied, “No it’s fine.”
She ran a palm down his chest clutching his shirt and pulling him a bit closer. “Really. I’ll let you do whatever you like.”
He took her hand and pulled it off shaking his head again, shit couldn’t she take a hint. “Not interested.”
He watched her eyes narrow and he thought if it was possible smoke would be coming out of her ears. His head was starting to swirl and he ran a tongue over his bottom lip then turned on his heel to make his way back to the bar and that’s when he saw her. Standing right in front of him, like some kind of fucked up hallucination, was Lena. She was dressed in a strapless corset of deep burgundy that laced from her navel to between her breasts. Wrapped snugly around her hips was the smallest leather mini skirt he’d ever seen and on her feet were the most wicked pair of fuck me boots ever designed. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and was long enough that he knew it fell down to the middle of her back and altogether the picture she made was a fucking sexy one.