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The music throbbed like a slow pulse under the club's hazy lights, flickering across half-lit faces and swaying silhouettes. I had left Jennifer and now I leaned against the bar, one boot tapping lazily on the footrail. My drink was untouched. Just fizzing in the glass like the heat crawling under my collar.
Maxi was nowhere to be seen.
I scanned the crowd one last time….half-hoping, half-dreading her appearance. No flash of her blonde hair, no nervous glances my way. Only faceless strangers moving to the beat. I heaved a sigh of relief and let my shoulders drop.
"Looking for someone?"
I turned.
Jennifer.
She leaned against the bar like it belonged to her, a dangerous smirk painted across her face. Her dress tonight...if you could even call it that, was a sculpted piece of midnight. Tight in all the right places. Off-shoulder. Bareback. The type of outfit that made silence feel scandalous.
