There’s a stage in the middle of the room with girls dancing and twerking, showing off their skills, while men watch with hunger in their eyes. Champagne and expensive liquor is poured left and right, while some of the more important guests get private treatment in the back.
If there’s ever a place nasty deals would take place, this would be it.
I make my way around the room in my high heels and grab a tray filled with shots off the bar, seamlessly blending in with the servers as I look around. Several curtains all over the place lead to more private rooms, but one curtain draws my attention because a guard is stationed in front of a door behind it.
I pass by it and serve a customer a drink on the house while I sneak a glance.
Someone important must be in there. It’s worth investigating, but there’s no way I’m getting in there with that guard blocking the way.
“Hey, bring me something else,” a customer suddenly says, pushing a shot glass onto the tray. “This didn’t even come close to a good drink.”
“Of course,” I say, smiling as I hurry off toward the bar. On my way there, I pass the curtain again and sneak another peek. There’s not just one door, but two, and one of them has an exit sign.
An entry for the boys.
I fish my phone from my pocket and send a text.
Me:Wait @ southern exit entrance.
Nathan: Wth are you planning???
Me: Just do it.
I shovemy phone down the small pocket in these tiny leather pants and put my tray on the bar. “I need a spicier version of whatever you gave table 5 just now.”
The bartender squints at me. “Always the demanding ones those.” He makes a new drink and places it on my tray. “Tell him to come to the bar if that's not good enough.”
“Thanks, will do.” I wink at him and pick up my drinks, but I don’t intend to bring them anywhere close to table five.
Right as I pass the curtains, I pretend my heel is broken and fall, the glass shattering into a million pieces. The guard exits the curtains and asks, “Are you okay? I saw you fall.”
“Ow, I hurt my leg,” I mumble, rolling around through the glass.
He inspects me and pushes the tray aside. “Can you stand?”
“I don’t know,” I say in my best cutesy voice. I lift it and hiss when I see the blood drops. “I’m bleeding.”
“Oh crap. Let me get you a towel,” he says, walking off.
Away from the door.
A dirty smile forms on my lips as I crawl to my feet and slip behind the curtain when no one is looking. I close it and run to the emergency exit, pushing it open. Kai, Nathan, and Blaine wait for me there with their masks on, but the looks in their eyes are anything but amused when they see my outfit.
“What the—” Kai pushes me inside and corners me. “Thiswas your plan?”
“Do I blend in well?” I wink at Nathan, who’s getting all flustered.
“Spicy outfit,” Blaine says, licking his lips.
“Tell me no one touched you,” Kai growls.
“I was only pretending to be a server,” I reply. “No need to get jealous.”
“Jealous?” Kai frowns. “I’m not jealous—”
“Yeah, you are,” Blaine retorts as he moves around the room to check if there’s anyone here.
“No time to argue. If they find us here, we’re screwed,” I say.