Chapter 3 Rebound Night
“Is this really necessary?” I stood at the end of the line, shivering, tugging desperately at the hem of my tragically short skirt. I could practically feel it—if I opened my mouth to speak, my underwear would be on full display.
“Sweetheart, we paid a fortune to get into this place. Of course we’re going all kill. Do you not get it?” Ivanna declared like a mafia queen, standing tall against the icy wind in her five-inch heels without the slightest trace of fear.
“But isn’t this a little too—” I didn’t even get to finish before a brutal gust of wind slapped me across the face like it had a personal vendetta. I immediately yanked up the zipper of my puffer jacket and curled into myself like a frozen shrimp.
Ivanna let out a dramatic groan. “Mira, come on. We’re going to a bar, not an Arctic expedition.”
“I’m just glad I won’t be hospitalized for hypothermia tonight, thanks,” I snapped back.
She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might fall out of her head, gave me a once-over full of disappointment—but said nothing more. Small victory. My puffer jacket was safe—for now.
I’d thought we’d have to wait in line like everyone else. That was the whole reason I wore this thermal fortress of a coat. But clearly, I had underestimated Ivanna.
She had zero plans to follow the rules.
With the ease of someone who’d done this a thousand times, she slipped a rolled-up bill into the bouncer’s hand, her palm casually grazing his rock-hard chest like a Bond girl who’d forgotten her martini.
Ten seconds. That’s all it took. We were in.
Ivanna was the kind of beautiful that made men forget protocol—and ethics—in an instant.
And just like that, we breezed into Roxanne.