“Sure you could!” I agreed, excited now. “We go to New York and no one will care. I’ve had women ask me to dance and everyone’s mostly cool, so people are polite if it’s not their thing. We don’t even have to go long.”
That broke the rest of her resolve. “Yeah, like an hour. Yeah, we can do that. We’ll be safe. We’ve been super safe.”
“Exactly.”
We were plotting as we unpacked when Mel swung by. At first she was against it, but then I suggested inviting a few of her cousins, assuring her we wouldn’t stay long.
“Mel, I’ve been in lots of dangerous situations where I was being pursued and someone hot on my ass and still handled it fine. Even the Underground won’t blast into a human nightclub on a report someone saw me. And what are the chances someone really sees me?”
She snorted. “With your luck? High, but I know if you can’t ever fly, you run. Fine, I’ll see who can come for an hour or two, no more. We do it safe.”
“Always.” It wasn’t hard to agree with that, given there were a lot of threats against me, and they were real.
After that, it was a rush to unpack, unload when Marshall arrived, coordinate, and get ready. Marshall and Sean opted to go with and pretend to be the dates of a few of Mel’s cousins. Part of me wondered if that pretending was for me, as I was pretty sure Sean had a huge thing for Avril.
But it wasn’t my business.
I ended up picking out a super sexy black dress that was one of the co-op’s possible designs. It was a short slant skirt that barely covered my ass cheek on the right and went down to past my knees on the left. The top wrapped around my neck and had a lot cut out almost to my belly button and on the back. Normally I wouldn’t think of it given I had big breasts… But there was a rune for that.
Yeah, really.
It was like a magical bra, but not everyone could pull off the rune, so I understood why witches still bought bras. However, it was nothing for a few hours.
Izzy demanded to do my hair and makeup since we were going all out. I really liked the dress, so she also took some promo shots for the co-op once I had put on strappy high heels as well. Even I had to admit I looked smoking, the fat braid she had done with my hair that had curls falling out all over the place pushed me over the edge for sure.
And the guys seemed to agree from the way they were cursing under their breaths, as if the only possible problem tonight would be the Underground.
Twits. Who said I was going to dance alone?
We went to some hole-in-the-wall, fabulous burger joint for a late dinner and stuffed our faces before Mel got us to the right portal close to the club. It was then that Izzy realized she didn’t have an ID to get in, but Mel simply snorted and handed her the fake one we’d long since set up for her.
Of course, we had a bailout ready for her as well. Silly woman.
The moment I felt the bass thumping after we paid cover, tension and stress I didn’t even realize were there started melting away. Mel and I dragged Izzy right out onto the floor. We put her in the middle and turned on just about every straight guy there, grinding on her and having fun.
A finger tapped me on the shoulder, and a guy asked me to dance. After checking Mel and Izzy were fine, I accepted.
The music was great, and I had fun dancing, but he wouldn’t keep his hands to himself, way over the line, so after the third time shoving him off of me, I ditched him. There was another guy waiting to take his place, which was the best part of clubs. This one was respectful, but didn’t have much of a beat or any clue what he was doing.
I liked adorably clueless though, so I helped him out until he needed a break. I saw Izzy and Mel wanting to take one too, so we went to the bar and got water. They wanted more time, but I chugged mine and went right back in, finding someone else to dance with.
But four guys who wanted more than to dance found me as well.
I spun around and moved my back to my partner’s chest and locked gazes with Darby… Then Lucca, Hudson, and finally, Craftsman. What was with them being together again? Were they a new boy band?
That thought amused me and I snorted. It also amused me that they looked pissed that I was dancing with a guy and having fun. Fuck them.
I smirked at them and looped my arms back around the guy’s neck, letting him pull me closer.
“You’re getting friendly,” he chuckled in my ear.
I turned my head and pressed my lips against his ear. “Don’t get the wrong idea. You’re not getting anything but dancing from me, but I’ve got some exes over there who aren’t happy. I’m just reminding them that I’m not theirs, but mine and I do what I want.”
“We should make sure the message is clear,” he kindly offered, moving his hand from my hip and up my stomach.
I stopped him when he almost reached my breast. “Behave, or I break your hand.”
“Okay then,” he drawled, sounding like he didn’t believe I could in the slightest.
Idiot. More and more women were learning basics to keep themselves safe. Men assuming women were nothing but prey would be their downfall.
I did grind my ass into his groin
