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whiff.
    I wriggled away but he just held onto me even more firmly. “You do,” he insisted.
    “You mean I don’t smell like club rain?” I joked.
    “Club rain?” he asked, confused.
    “Like, the alcohol and sweat and other gross stuff that accumulates and then rains back down on the dancers,” I said with a giggle. “Haven’t you ever noticed that people smell gross after clubbing?”
    “Not at Club Grit,” he said seriously, looking at me with his light blue eyes that practically glowed, even in the soft light of the VIP area, a stark contrast to the flashing bright lights of the dance floor, where everyone else was.
    “Even at Club Grit,” I said, turning to face Lawrence and whisper this admission of his club’s flaw into his ear like a secret both about and between lovers, pulling him close as I did so and pressing my chin onto his shoulder.
    “I like you, Kim,” he said as we watched over the dance floor, noticeably less full than it had been just minutes before. When the club started to clear out, it cleared out quickly, not slowly, and it was getting late. Time had flown by with Lawrence.
    “Why?”
    “For a lot of reasons. You call me out on my bullshit. You keep me wanting and waiting. You can actually hold a conversation with me. I know it sounds cliché, but you’re different from other people, and in a good way. You have secrets and don’t reveal too much about yourself, and I’m guessing this is true with your friends as well, but it means that those you share your most intimate parts with are people who have earned your trust and respect. I want to be one of those people, eventually, but I won’t be so presumptuous as to assume that I’m a member of your inner circle...yet,” he said, turning me around and pulling my hips into his lap. I could feel his firm package pressed into my ass crack, but I didn’t say anything about it, nor did I grind and rub and bump and try to push it further and further into me. I didn’t want to ruin the moment but I did want Lawrence. He’d spent hours with me and yet...he hadn’t done anything more sexual than what he was doing right now, and what we were doing wasn’t as sexual as it was intimate, just content with standing by one another and watching the crowd undulate like waves crashing against the shore. I hadn’t had anything like this with a man before, and Lawrence was unlike any other man I’d been with before, so it shouldn’t have surprised me as much as it did. Lawrence rested his head on my shoulder as he pulled me back and forth, not to stimulate his shaft but to rock with me like we were two boats bobbing on a pier, hitting each other gently, over and over, before inevitably, we had to sail away from one another, to sail, away, from one another, to sail, away.
    I turned to kiss Lawrence but he turned away before my lips could reach his, instead, taking me by the hand and leading me back into the owner’s room. I was hoping he’d press me down onto the bed, that he would take me then and there, but instead, he lead me back to the spot where I had left my clutch and went to the cart, pouring me a drink. It was so weird: usually, it was nubile young women like me serving drinks to men like him, but it had been inverted, and here he was, playing the servant to me, pouring me a glass of ice water rather than alcohol, and insisting I drink, insisting I stay hydrated.
    I licked away the cool beads of water from my lips as if I was licking off a patch of burst bubble gum from my upper lip, but it failed to seduce Lawrence, who was focused on my eyes, not my mouth, and I blushed, turning away. He pressed the back of his warm hand against
    Talking to Lawrence should have been easier now that I knew what he did for a living, but it wasn’t. He owned the club I went to almost religiously. He wasn’t some random millionaire dropping in for a night of fun: he was as LA as I was, if not more, and knowing he was such an important man made my