Chapter 20 - 24
He offers his hands to me.
I take it and he guides me out of the black bugatti. He leads me to the club with the heavy bass of the music reverberating into the night. We bypass the line that I’m sure wraps around the building twice. The bouncer lifts the velvet rope as we approach. Once we enter, the mere aura of the club scrambles my senses with skin-deep music that resonates through my body. A kaleidoscope of multicolored beams, flashing like rainbow lightning from the rotary lights.
We come to the elevated railing, overlooking the crowd of gyrating, flailing bodies. The inside of the club is full of dancing and drinking with a thumping bass-line that hums through my bones.
A raucous breaks over the booming music. A cheer that comes from above. I turn my gaze skyward to the exclusive gallery ornate with ultra-luxurious furnishings. The table is topped with ice buckets, with elitists holding different drinks, screaming for Landen, beckoning him to join them. Landen gives them a devilish smile.
"I don’t know why you wanted me here. You have more than enough company here."
He looks back at me, a sudden fire blazing behind them. "And yet I want you." He makes a verbal retreat. "As my plus one, of course."
He interlocks our finger and leads me down the steps, cutting through the crowd to reach the glazed-surface bar. Hidden sound attenuation and a surround sound system add to the energy and vibrancy of the club. Landen merely tips his head at one of the bartenders, and he abandons other patrons to cater to Landen’s wants.
"Mr Vacheron. What can I get for you two?"
Landen nods at me. "Mrs Vacheron and I will be having one of my favorites. Panty rippers."
"Got it."
I gape at him, shaking my head fervently. "Uh, no."
"What?" he yells over the music, pretending he can’t hear me. "Can’t hear you, babe."