Page 65 of Her Three Rangers

It felt like everyone in this line was checking me out, sizing me up, and deciding—correctly—that I didn’t belong here.

This was about as far out of my element as I had ever been. I mean, seriously… a sex club?

What the hell was I going to do at a sex club?

I definitely wouldn’t be getting laid. This dress was hard enough to get into. Getting back out of it? In front of strangers?

Yeah, not happening.

Liza really wanted to come, though, and I knew she’d been having a hard time lately. At least she could have a little fun, and I could get in a little research.

Even if the research I usually did for my romance books wasn’t nearly this… thorough.

Or hands-on.

Still, if this was what she had her heart set on, I could suck it up—and suck it in—for one night. And it was always possible that I might get some inspiration for my next book, however unlikely that prospect seemed at the moment.

Maybe I’d feel better about it once we actually got inside.

But for now, just standing in this horribly long line in heels and a sprayed-on dress was a pain. When the ad for this dress claimed it would “take my breath away,” I didn’t think they meant literally.

It was definitely a far cry from my usual Friday nights spent writing, snuggled in with a cup of green tea.

Liza liked to call it boring, but I preferred to think of it as comfortable.

As in, the opposite of what we were currently doing.

Liza quirked an eyebrow as she looked me up and down. “You look miserable. I mean, you look really good. But I know you’d rather be at home in your sweatpants right now.”

I snorted. “No argument there. But no pain, no gain, right? I just didn’t think I’d be on my feet this much at a club.”

Liza laughed and hooked her arm with mine. “Yeah, screw this… we’re going to the front of this damn line.”

“What? No!” I hissed, trying to pull away but not wanting to make any more of a spectacle of myself than I already was.

“Yes, Harlow. I almost never get you to go out with me. And we’re both looking too damn good to waste half the night waiting outside. We’re going in.”

She dragged me forward before I could even think of a response. And really, she was right. We did look too good for all this waiting around.

Not to mention that she and I both knew that I’d topple over in these heels if I tried to resist too much.

There were plenty of grumbles as we began to pass people up. One guy even yelled, “Hey, no cutting!”

Their collective annoyance made me blush bright red, but Liza either didn’t notice or didn’t care. Judging from the easy smile on her face as she tossed her hair, she wasn’t bothered at all.

That didn’t surprise me, though. That was Liza.

She was adventurous, blunt, and didn’t give a single shit about anyone else’s opinion of her.

I, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. I loved her, but I wanted to hide in a hole when she got like this.

We reached the front of the line, and Liza worked her magic. She had a way with men and as soon as she nibbled at her lip and smiled at the bouncer, I knew he was wrapped around her finger.

He grinned back at her. “Name?” he asked.

“Liza and Harlow,” she said in a tone that could only be described as flirty.

He jotted our names down and then unhooked the red velvet rope that was chained between two metal poles at the front of the line.

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