Page 18 of Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance

I scoured my entire closet looking for the perfect dress, blowing a loose strand of hair out of my eyes, just as I got a knock on my bedroom door.

“You ready?” asked Poppy. I sighed. I couldn’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed a night out on the town. Part of me wished I could stay in, go over the documents one more time before I had to head back to Kingsman Enterprises in the morning, but I knew Poppy would never let that happen.

“I can’t find anything to wear. It’s like I don’t even own anything besides suits and blouses,” I said, upon opening up the door.

“Let me see if I can help.” Poppy pushed past me, rummaging through my closet, muttering something about the plan for tonight, but I could barely focus on anything else right now. I saw the stack of files next to my work tote sitting on the ottoman near the window, and Poppy had to have caught me looking because she was snapping her fingers at me.

“Hey, you! None of that. Look, I know you’re not too pumped about going out tonight, but I promise you that you’re going to have a great time. One, you’re with me. Two, there are going to be so many hot guys there tonight that can’t wait to dance with you. Now, I’m going to grab you something from my closet, and you will get dressed, okay?”

Poppy batted her long, mascara-coated eyelashes at me, and I rolled my eyes, smiling.

“Fine, fine. Yes. You got it.”

“Now, go pick out some shoes. I know you’ve got plenty of those.”

I pulled out a pair of black pumps, glancing up at my bedroom door to find Poppy barreling in with a short black minidress in hand. My eyes widened at her, because I knew that she’d just bought it and she didn’t even get the chance to wear it yet.

“Poppy, no. That thing costs more than everything I own combined,” I said, shaking my head.

“It’s my dress and I demand you wear it. You’re going to be turning heads tonight, Kat. You may even find someone that’s willing to get you out of it,” she teased.

“Nope. None of that. Not tonight, at least,” I responded, smiling.

She left me alone so I could get into the dress, and when I took one look at myself in the mirror, it was like I was looking at a completely different person. The fabric hugged me in all the right places and it made my breasts sit up high. I slipped on my heels, grabbed my purse, and we were out the door. Poppy and I took a cab to this new nightclub that was supposedly far too difficult to get into. I furrowed my brows as she typed away at her phone screen next to me, wondering what she was up to.

“Where is this place again?”

“Brooklyn, baby. They say it’s the new Manhattan.”

“Right. Well, I’m just glad you’re finally introducing me to some of your colleagues from the firm. It’s about time I meet the other hotshot lawyers you spend all your time with. Anything in particular I should know before we get there?” I asked.

“I may or may not be crushing on a colleague’s client. He’s going to be bringing a friend and I think he’s just your type.”

“So that’s why I’m here, huh? You need a wingwoman,” I teased.

“That I do, and you’re the best,” she replied, giggling.

I stepped out of the cab to see a long line of people eagerly waiting to get inside. Poppy quickly paid the cab driver before dragging me to the front of the line, and everyone’s eyes were on us.

“Name?”

“Poppy and Katherine. We’re with Chris Grant. He’s expecting us,” she said.

I watched as he pulled back the velvet red rope, letting us inside as the line of people angrily sighed in frustration. I followed Poppy inside, taking in the atmosphere around me. The colorful lights darted from one end of the room to the other, perfectly in sync with the music. The bass was so loud I could feel it, but I didn’t mind. I thought I would’ve been a little more opposed to being out once I got here, but I felt the sudden urge wash over me to let loose. I’m already here. I might as well.

“Let’s get drinks!” Poppy shouted over the loud music.

We made our way over to the bar and I ordered myself a Cosmopolitan, while Poppy opted for something a little stronger.

“Straight Tequila? Really?” I asked, laughing.

“I’m too nervous and a shot is exactly what I need right now,” she responded, shimming her shoulders.

“So, who is this guy anyway? Chris?”

“He’s another Manhattan shark, and I know you said that we both need to steer clear of those, but there’s no harm in taking a little dip now and then, right?”

“I suppose,” I said, sipping on my drink.

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