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“Have fun,” our driver says as we exit the vehicle

YeahI don’t think that’s going to be a problem, buddy

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHARLEE

Drew looks like a junkie in a phar all over the darkened club like a pinball, torn between the stage in the center of the roo on laps

“Do you want to sit against the wall or at a table?”

“Don’t care,” he replies, eyes still going wild

Tufted leather benches line the walls and small tables surrounded by club chairs are scattered across the floor I find a two-top in the middle of the room and point to it

“There’s an open spot”

He nods in acknowledgnoring the thrill that courses through my body from such a simple touch, but the Notorious VAG is a stubborn bitch sometimes Okay, most times

Drew pulls estures for me to sit

I smile as I plant my ass on the cushion “And they say chivalry is dead”

He winks “Not with me, it isn’t”

Within seconds, a string-bikini-clad waitress is by our side “Can I get you two a drink?”

“Vodka tonic,” I say “Belvedere if you have it”