Page 61 of Stiletto's Savior

“Good to hear. Now go grab that drink while you can,” Poison says, nudging me playfully.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I hop off the couch, my excitement bubbling over as I head toward the bar.

This night might just be the break I desperately need.

Oddly enough no one is manning it. Weird. Zane must not know, or someone would have their ass on fire.

Whatever. I’m sure one of the guys is supposed to be back here.

Making my way behind the bar, I pour myself a drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass.

The sharp scent of whiskey hits my nose, and I take a quick sip, letting the warmth spread through me.

The heavy doors swing open, creaking like an old coffin. I glance up, and there he is—Miles.

Strutting in like he owns the place.

His buzz cut glints under the low lights, tattoos dancing on his arm as he moves closer.

How is it that he’s a complete outsider when it comes to the club, and yet he demands the attention of everyone around him?

“Song,” he says, his voice thick with that New York accent. “Get ready. I’m takin’ your fine ass out on a date.”

My heart skips and for a second, I’m frozen.

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

Miles doesn’t know that I know about this party.

Poison’s eyes widen, a smirk creeping onto her lips.

“Yeah?” I finally manage to say, trying to sound nonchalant. “And what makes you think I’d say yes?”

“Because I’m not giving you the option to say no, sweetheart,” He leans against the back of the couch, arms crossed, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

That confident spark in his brown eyes ignites something inside me.

“Well, that’s bold,” I tease, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t get used to getting what you want all the time,”

He shrugs, unfazed. “I always will when it comes to you,”

“Smooth talker,” I reply, rolling my eyes playfully.

I catch Poison’s gaze, and we share a laugh, an unspoken understanding passing between us.

“Don’t let her fool you,” Poison chimes in, leaning forward. “She’s totally down for a date. Right, Stiletto?”

“Poison,” I protest, shooting her a glare that’s half-hearted. “I’m not desperate to be romanced.”

“That’s a lie. What woman isn’t?” Poison winks, her silvery hair cascading over her shoulder.

“Right,” I say, looking back at Miles. “What’s the plan, then? Dinner and a movie, or just more of your charming banter?”

“How ‘bout you leave that all to me?” His eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Okay, make the executive decisions,” I laugh, the tension easing between us.

“Then it’s settled.” He pushes off the couch, extending a hand toward me as he gets up. “Go get ready and we’ll head out.”

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