Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
NADINE
Looking down at Lola’s card, I flip it over to see the back, but it’s blank.
The front, though, intrigues me.
It’s a plain white card with a matte finish that feels almost like satin against my fingertips.
The black writing also has a matte finish and is gorgeous.
It’s simple and modern, but it’s anything but clean.
It makes me wonder if she does ride-sharing just to attract visitors from out of town to work for her.
And by work, I mean work .
She wants a hooker.
Maybe a high-class call girl, but that’s the same damn thing.
The same damn thing.
I contact her anyway.
Placing the card in my small purse, I grab my phone from the bed and glance down at the new notifications.
There is only one, and it’s from Theron.
THERON: Velvet Heat tonight.
He will be there.
I’ve already secured you the VIP cove next to his.
The rest is on you.
If you don’t respond every hour on the hour, I will send in help, and this is done.
I’m not sure when or how Theron became this big brother type of man, but I can tell you that he was not this way before Lucille.
Or maybe he was, and I was just too intimidated to get to know him on a deeper level.
Thanks.
I’ll check in.
THERON: Be careful.
Watch your surroundings.
I will.
Thank you for this badass hotel suite.
It’s too much.
He doesn’t respond.
I watch my phone, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t, so I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror.
My long, dark hair is smooth and straight, and my makeup is much darker than I would ever wear regularly.
My skirt hits just below my ass, and I’m afraid to actually walk in it for fear that my whole ass will be hanging out for the world to see.
But I know that this guy, whoever he is, is not going to notice me if I don’t have every single part of my body on display.
So, boobs to ass, it’s all there, the dress leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Slipping my feet into the too-high heels, I smooth my skirt down as my phone buzzes on the bed.
Reaching for my device, I smile at the incoming notification from Theron, then slide my thumb across the screen, and my smile widens at his response to my thanks.
THERON: Least I can do.
Now bring Grayson home.
Instead of responding to him, I heart his text and slide my phone into my purse along with my key card for the room and head out into the hallway.
The elevator carries me down to the lobby, and thankfully, there is a car already waiting for me.
I was either stupid or brave and called Lola, pretending to just want a friend to hang out with.
What I didn’t do was let on that I knew she was recruiting for working girls.
Selfishly, I am going to pretend to be naive to have someone as backup just in case this guy tries to kidnap me or something.
Safety in numbers, I suppose, although two really isn’t a case of numbers, but I’m semi-depressed.
As much as I want to think I can just walk into a club alone and seduce a strange man in an attempt to get Grayson to intervene, I’m just not sure I’m all that sexy.
I am going to need support, even if that support comes in the form of a stranger who wants me to sell my body for money.
What an absolutely wild turn of events this whole thing has turned out to be.
I hadn’t planned on meeting Lola, and I hope this wasn’t completely in vain.
I also hope that whatever happens, she gets something out of this, too.
What, I don’t know, but something.
Lola’s grape-colored Challenger is sitting right outside of the main doors of the hotel as soon as I step into the lobby.
You can’t miss that machine, and the sight of her standing with her ass leaning against the hood makes my lips curve up into a grin.
If I thought that my outfit was on the edge of indecent, hers is so far beyond that I don’t even know how to describe it.
The only thing I can say is that her areolas, nipples, and actual pussy are not showing.
.
.
other than that…
the rest of her body is on full display.
And that includes her full, round ass.
“You’re overdressed,” she announces as she wrinkles her nose at me.
Looking down, I shift my attention back to her.
“For a club?” I ask.
She laughs.
“Girl, you’re in Miami now. Nothing is off limits. Let’s go.”
Lola jerks her chin as she pushes off her car and walks over to the driver’s side.
I stare at her body, the completely see-through mesh dress that is pointless to even have on.
Although it doesn’t move or ride in any way as she walks.
So, maybe it’s better than mine, but I still couldn’t see myself practically naked like that.
But who knows?
A week ago, I wouldn’t have imagined that I would plan on throwing myself at a dangerous stranger to see if Grayson wanted me or not—if he really wanted me.
I just hope I’m not wrong.
Lola talks as she drives up to the club.
There is valet parking.
“Normally, I wouldn’t pay for this shit, but if you have a VIP cove, it should be included,” she announces as the doors open.
Throwing my legs out the door, I place my heels on the concrete and slowly stand up straight.
The valet grins down at me, and I tell him my name.
He jerks his chin and confirms I have one free valet parking spot.
Then he tells us to stay here because our concierge is going to take us to our cove.
“Well, shit,” Lola hisses.
“Sweet.”
Sweet indeed.
I just hope this works.
GRAYSON
I fucking hate nightclubs, but tonight, those haunted girls and the target are going to be together at the Velvet Heat.
So, that’s where I am as well.
Theron was able to get me on the list, though I’m not sure how.
Maybe one of the girls hacked it or something, but I am perched across from the VIP coves, my attention focused on the target’s cove, waiting for them to arrive.
The music grows louder, the drinks flow harder, and then they appear.
I watch as the target walks through with security guards.
His thick body causing the crowds to part; at least, that’s what I decide.
He’s not overweight and actually looks pretty good for his age of fifty-two.
The women walk behind him, wearing mesh dresses with nothing but a pair of thong panties—their breasts on full display along with their asses.
I’ve never seen anyone wear that in public, but nobody seems bothered.
As I look around, I realize that a lot of others are dressed in various versions of the same fucking thing.
I’ve never seen anything like this before.
Watching them settle into their cove, I take in the rest of the area.
There are six coves, all filled with what I assume is the maximum number of people, except for the target’s cove and the one next to his.
The target’s cove has five women and him, so just five.
And the one next to it has two women.
One is wearing one of the mesh dresses, the other is wearing a sexy dress but nowhere near as revealing.
She’s hot as fuck from behind.
Long dark hair, curvy body.
She reminds me of Nadine.
They aren’t my focus, though, so I just need to take in the target and those girls.
Hopefully, tonight, I can find a way to get them alone and find out what the fuck is going on with them.
I’m going to question them.
I know they’ve been kidnapped.
But at the same time, I don’t know their situation.
And the last thing I want is for them to be hurt even more than they already have been.
Because even if they aren’t being beaten, it’s clear to me that these four women are being hurt in some way.
If anyone knows exactly what the fuck all that shit feels like, it’s me.
I can’t just let it go.
Not when it comes to kids.
At the end of the day, they are still kids, just like I was.
And they deserve someone to give a shit about them, not use them up and discard them.
Because that is exactly what will happen to them, and then they’ll be forgotten as if they never even fucking existed.
The club really gets moving, the crowd growing larger, the music louder, and the drinks flowing harder.
I’ve been to my share of clubs, and I’ve enjoyed them over the years, but this is a bit wilder than I’m used to.
When they say the scene is hot in Miami, they are not fucking kidding.
Sitting back, I keep my gaze focused on the cove, on the target and the women around him.
They aren’t dancing.
Instead, they’re touching each other and him.
However, nobody is doing anything too sexual yet, aside from caressing.
And if I’m not mistaken, all have bottles of water.
Not a single one of them is drinking.
Interesting.
The target looks to them from time to time, but he doesn’t reach out to touch any of them.
He seems uninterested in the world around him.
Why come to a nightclub and be bored?
What is the purpose of that?
He turns his head to the side, looking over to the cove beside him, and then tilts his head to the side.
My gaze follows his, and I pause.
My breath hitches.
I hadn’t realized it was her before.
Sure, she’s gorgeous as fuck from behind, and now I understand why I was so attracted to her.
I hadn’t been paying attention to the neighboring cove, mainly because it wasn’t my business who the fuck was there, but now that the target has homed in and focused on it, I take in the two women.
That is when I realize that one of those two women is Nadine.
My Nadine.
What.
The.
Fuck ?