There was no way in hell I was going to stand in that line, though, so I tried my luck and walked up to the bouncer. His eyes slid appreciatively up and down my body before he smirked at me.
"Hi," I purred. "I'm meeting some friends here tonight and I'm already late. Is there a chance you can let me in?" I batted my eyes at him and within seconds, he was opening the rope for me. "Thanks, big guy." I ran my fingers over his large biceps as I passed.
The growing crowd out front all groaned in frustration as I disappeared into the club. It was dark but the dancing stage lights left a blue and purple glow over the place. My eyes scanned for Damon when a guy waltzed right up to me. He was confident and I normally liked that, but I was here for one guy.
"Hey there, baby, what's your name?"
Ew. Starting off with a pet name wasn't hot.
"It's get-the-fuck-away-from-me." I grinned before I stepped around him to keep looking for Damon.
And that's when I saw him.
I stood frozen watching him in his own element. I don't think I've ever seen him smile like that before. His perfect pearly whites were beaming and his smile reached his eyes. He wore black skinny jeans that were torn in the knees, a white under shirt that poked out at the bottom of his black Metallica band tee, and his famous black hat on backwards. Fucking hell, he was perfect.
I watched his friends and realized I didn't recognize a single one of them. They all looked like they just stepped off the stage themselves. His friends were all hot in that grunge, rock band kind of vibe. One of them was a female who looked equally as badass as the men. Her dark hair had purple streaks in it and she was dressed in all black and tattoos lined her arms and neck. She was hanging on one guy in particular. They must be together.
Then I saw Barbie making her way over toward Damon through the crowd and I clenched my jaw as anger coursed through me. She wasn't alone as two of her preppy looking friends followed close behind her. She walked up to Damon and they hugged before I watched him introduce her to his friends.
My heart sank into my stomach as I watched them. His hand was on the small of her back as he laughed with his buddies. That should be me standing there with him being introduced. Was he telling them she was a friend? Or, something more?
Jesus, I need a drink.
I flagged down the girl with a tray full of shots and gave her some cash as I shot back three of them. I turned my glare back at them and groaned at what she was wearing. Who the hell wears a long summer dress to a club? This isn't the Hamptons, babygirl.
Then I watched her friends pull her away and I knew this was the perfect time to make my entrance.
Barbie disappeared into the crowd with her friends as I sauntered in his direction. Two of his buddies saw me as their eyes widened and their mouths opened. Yeah, they liked what they saw. I just hope Damon did.
Their mouths dropped further when they noticed I was walking straight toward them. I stopped right behind Damon and touched his shoulder.
He turned and looked surprised to find me standing there. Then his eyes gave me a once over and his jaw tightened.
"Who's your friend, Damon?" One of the guys asked.
The other cleared his throat and stepped closer to me as I watched Damon glare at him.
Then he grabbed my arm hard and pulled me away from the table and his friends.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He growled and I grinned triumphantly.