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I don't know what I was thinking coming here. I'd heard about this stupid club by all of the gossiping women at work for the last six months. I'd finally gotten up enough nerve, or guts to buy a sexy/slutty dress and go to the club to see what all the fuss was about.

Word around town had been about all of the amazingly gorgeous men that went and worked here. It was like some kind of rule that these men had to be unattainable to work here. They'd flirt shamelessly with you, maybe "feel" you a bit and then leave you wanting more.

Nothing and yet everything about that excited me.

I was dangerously shy. I'd kissed a few guys and I wasn't a virgin, but being with a guy wasn't something I took lightly. You could say that I was a prude, which was something I was okay with. I'd rather be a prude than a slut.

"ID please," the large man half shouted down at me. I opened my clutch and took out my ID, handing it to him. When I placed it in his hand he grabbed it, making me stumble forward.

"Excuse me," I said as I tried to pull my hand back. I made the mistake of looking up at him. I gasped in shock. He was the opposite of what I'd heard about this club. He had acne all over his face and he was skinnier than I was. He looked from my ID to me face one last time and then released my wrist.

"You can go inside now, Lara," He said to me, breath smelling like death.

"Thanks," I snapped and moved around him, walking inside. I took a deep breath and walked through the open double doors. The music was the first thing to hit me. It was so loud and the bass rocked my insides. Then there was the overwhelming smell of fresh flowers. All around were large bouquets of violets, lilly's and roses mixed with green leaves that were amazing.

Looking around at all of the moving bodies made me uncomfortable. I can't believe I came here by myself. I spotted the bar and made a b-line for it. There were tons of people standing around, waiting for the bartender to notice them and get their drink. I was little and attractive and I knew that I could slip in there around some people easily.

"You don't really think cutting in line is the best idea, do you?" I heard a man's voice whisper into my ear and I jumped, thinking no one had been looking at me.

"I just want a drink." My words came out as a whine and I looked over at the guy, only to see him smiling at me.

"But cheating isn't the way to get what you want. How about I keep you company, Lara." I frowned and tried to take a step back from him, shocked that he knew my name.

"How do you-" I started but suddenly I was standing at the bar with the bartender smiling down at me.

"What will it be, sweetheart? Martini? Daiquiri? Something sweet and fruity?" His smile was a mile wide and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Washington Apple?" I asked and he winked at me.

"Original. I like it. I'll be right back," He said and moved to start to make my drink. A hand touched mine suddenly and I jumped.

"Forget I was here?" The guy asked me and I smiled.

"Yes-no. Shit. I'm sorry. This whole club thing is new to me. I came here alone and I'm way out of my element. I didn't mean to come off rude but how did you know my name?" My drink was placed in front of me in a beautiful glass. It almost made me not want to drink it but I knew I needed to find courage somewhere if I was going to make it through the night.

"It's five bucks, honey." The bartender said. I opened my clutch but the same hand that scared me a moment ago covered mine to stop me. He handed the bartender money and told him to keep the change.

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