Matt whispered, leaning in close.
“Goliath.” It was all I could force out as I watched him shamelessly making the short walk from the curb to the front door of Club Four-19. His gaze swung right and landed on me standing there in line looking like an idiot with my mouth slightly open.
The lighting where I stood wasn’t the brightest, but I was certain he’d seen me. I felt that he saw me.
I could have been imagining things, but something passed between us and I could have sworn that his eyes squinted marginally before he kept on going, eventually disappearing into the club and its pulsing music.
Did he recognize me too?
“Do you know him?”
“What? No. Well, kind of. He’s the guy from the gallery last week. The benefactor that I pretended to know…” I trailed off, not knowing how else to summarize the Goliath and our brief encounter. Both of them. I’d chosen not to tell Matt about seeing him at Indigo because he would have asked why I didn’t insist on staying at the club that night, and I’d be forced to remind him that I’d left because he got a text from Cal. He clearly had something developing with Cal. I had nothing developing with the Goliath.
“Well, he’s definitely a goliath. A hot goliath,” Matt rectified on a mumble, looking after where he had disappeared into the building.
“He smelled great too,” I confessed, smiling mischievously. Matt snort-laughed in response, earning my elbow to his ribcage.
“This line needs to move like five minutes ago. I need a drink.” Matt rocked up on his tiptoes to see above the line in front of us.
“Yeah. I need to pee.”
“We’re getting closer,” he announced while I dug tinted lip gloss from the wristlet hanging on my arm. I told myself that I was merely reapplying. That was the trouble with lip gloss. It never stayed on very long. I wasn’t reapplying because a certain man just breezed into the same club I was about to be in too.
No. That had nothing to do with it.
I could feel the slight blush rise to my cheeks as I lied to myself. The likelihood that I would see him in a packed multilevel club was slim.
But still…
A bald black man wearing a suit and an ear piece at the front of the line leaned in and said something to the other door attendant then stepped out and scanned the line.
Please don’t shut the doors now .
His dark eyes seemed to land on me and I looked to Matt confused as he made his way right for us.
“Follow me, please,” he ordered in a deep voice.
Matt shrugged and slipped his arm around my waist as the attendant lifted the velvet rope for us. We followed him through the doors into the club, and I was instantly taken by the atmosphere. It wasn’t your typical strobe lights, thumping music, sticky floors and humid must heavy with about a thousand different perfumes and colognes.
The air in here felt fresh and light. The floors weren’t sticky with grime and spilled drinks. The music was clear and loud. The lighting was spectacular. Cosmic. I tilted my head up to gaze at the soaring ceiling above the large dance floor on the main level. Pinpoint blue-white lights seemed to hang suspended against a pitch-black backdrop. The tiny lights all gave off varying intensities of light.
The night sky.
The walls were lined with crushed-velvet-upholstered booths designed for comfort; the lighting made the color of the upholstery a mystery. They could have been dark blue, dark purple or even black, but the wall above the booths made it impossible to tell for sure. Above each booth was a huge backlit image of nebulas in every vibrant color. Blue, green, purple, pink, orange, gold…
This place was remarkable. Opulent.
“Whoa,” I said, leaning close to Matt’s ear.
“Whoa is right. No wonder Cal wouldn’t shut up about this place.”
“This way,” the door attendant said over his shoulder. He led us around the perimeter of the dance floor and up a wide split staircase leading to a second level that
“Goliath.” It was all I could force out as I watched him shamelessly making the short walk from the curb to the front door of Club Four-19. His gaze swung right and landed on me standing there in line looking like an idiot with my mouth slightly open.
The lighting where I stood wasn’t the brightest, but I was certain he’d seen me. I felt that he saw me.
I could have been imagining things, but something passed between us and I could have sworn that his eyes squinted marginally before he kept on going, eventually disappearing into the club and its pulsing music.
Did he recognize me too?
“Do you know him?”
“What? No. Well, kind of. He’s the guy from the gallery last week. The benefactor that I pretended to know…” I trailed off, not knowing how else to summarize the Goliath and our brief encounter. Both of them. I’d chosen not to tell Matt about seeing him at Indigo because he would have asked why I didn’t insist on staying at the club that night, and I’d be forced to remind him that I’d left because he got a text from Cal. He clearly had something developing with Cal. I had nothing developing with the Goliath.
“Well, he’s definitely a goliath. A hot goliath,” Matt rectified on a mumble, looking after where he had disappeared into the building.
“He smelled great too,” I confessed, smiling mischievously. Matt snort-laughed in response, earning my elbow to his ribcage.
“This line needs to move like five minutes ago. I need a drink.” Matt rocked up on his tiptoes to see above the line in front of us.
“Yeah. I need to pee.”
“We’re getting closer,” he announced while I dug tinted lip gloss from the wristlet hanging on my arm. I told myself that I was merely reapplying. That was the trouble with lip gloss. It never stayed on very long. I wasn’t reapplying because a certain man just breezed into the same club I was about to be in too.
No. That had nothing to do with it.
I could feel the slight blush rise to my cheeks as I lied to myself. The likelihood that I would see him in a packed multilevel club was slim.
But still…
A bald black man wearing a suit and an ear piece at the front of the line leaned in and said something to the other door attendant then stepped out and scanned the line.
Please don’t shut the doors now .
His dark eyes seemed to land on me and I looked to Matt confused as he made his way right for us.
“Follow me, please,” he ordered in a deep voice.
Matt shrugged and slipped his arm around my waist as the attendant lifted the velvet rope for us. We followed him through the doors into the club, and I was instantly taken by the atmosphere. It wasn’t your typical strobe lights, thumping music, sticky floors and humid must heavy with about a thousand different perfumes and colognes.
The air in here felt fresh and light. The floors weren’t sticky with grime and spilled drinks. The music was clear and loud. The lighting was spectacular. Cosmic. I tilted my head up to gaze at the soaring ceiling above the large dance floor on the main level. Pinpoint blue-white lights seemed to hang suspended against a pitch-black backdrop. The tiny lights all gave off varying intensities of light.
The night sky.
The walls were lined with crushed-velvet-upholstered booths designed for comfort; the lighting made the color of the upholstery a mystery. They could have been dark blue, dark purple or even black, but the wall above the booths made it impossible to tell for sure. Above each booth was a huge backlit image of nebulas in every vibrant color. Blue, green, purple, pink, orange, gold…
This place was remarkable. Opulent.
“Whoa,” I said, leaning close to Matt’s ear.
“Whoa is right. No wonder Cal wouldn’t shut up about this place.”
“This way,” the door attendant said over his shoulder. He led us around the perimeter of the dance floor and up a wide split staircase leading to a second level that
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