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“Do you by chance have anything with a shorter heel?” I ask her, hopeful.
    “Are you kidding? You look great, kid. The height looks good on you. I do have a pair of flats, but they wouldn’t look right with that dress.” Well great! There goes that idea. “So? Are you ready?” she asks.
    Not really, is what I’m thinking, but instead I say, “As ready as I’m going to be.” My answer brings a big smile to her face.
    “Would you like to ride over with me?”
    Normally, I would decline this offer. I like the independence of driving my own vehicle. But in light of trying to write this new chapter in my life, I take her up on it. “Sure, that would be great.”
    If I didn’t know any better, I’d say her expression changed just a little when I agreed. Her signature smirk is back. But this one feels different, almost evil. Surely I’m mistaken. My nerves must be playing tricks on me.
    As we make our way to her car, I’m not surprised when I find that she’s driving a Corvette. And boy, is this one impressive.
    “Wow! This is your car?”
    “Yep. Got it as a birthday gift from my parents’. They may be hard to deal with at times, but they never fail to deliver when it comes to gifts. This here is a 2015 Z06. I wanted fast and sleek.”
    Awesome, now I get to fear my life while riding shotgun in what appears to be a pretty powerful piece of machinery.
    “Why did you choose all black?” I ask, just trying to make conversation.
    “Easy, I like to think I can disappear while speeding down the highway at night,” she says as she climbs inside. Maybe I should just drive my own car. “Are you get-ting in or what? I’m going to be late as it is.” Against my better judgment, I get inside.
    We may spend ten minutes in the car. She wasn’t kidding about disappearing with the night. This girl is driving speeds I’ve never dreamed of attempting. My hands are gripped in a fist so tight that I’m surprised there’s not a trail of blood running down them. I’m pretty positive I’ve left marks on the palm of my hands.
    Amber just looks over with a smile saying, “Relax, sweetie, and live a little.” Yea, I’ll relax when you stop this car.
    Finally, we arrive at some kind of parking deck and she drives down to the lower level marked Employees Only. She pulls in a space and we get out of the car.
    “We have to take the elevators to the first floor then walk across the street to the club. It’s still about an hour before opening, so we should be able to get you a good tour before the door opens.”
    Walking across the street, we’re heading for a building that’s unremarkable. It appears to be an old abandoned warehouse. There’s a set of steel double doors on the side. Amber knocks three times on it and then drops her hand. We wait a brief moment before the doors open, and standing in the doorway is who I’m gonna assume is one of the security guards. The guy is huge and appears to have a military background. At least his hair mimics that of a freshly shaved high and tight. He’s roughly six feet tall and all muscle. I mean it ripples from head to toe. He’s not bad on the eyes either.
    “Who’s this?” he asks in a deep, rustic voice.
    “Oh, this is my new roommate. Lacey, this tough guy here is our head of security, Alex.” There’s a very subtle flirt in her tone that I’m sure this Alex guy hears but chooses to ignore.
    Alex looks me up and down causing nervous butterflies to erupt in my stomach. “Does the boss know she’s here?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at Amber and giving her a look like he already knows the answer.
    “Not exactly. But she’s harmless. Just wanna show her the ropes seeing as she’s new to town.” Amber’s voice is sultry, and she trails her fingers down Alex’s arm.
    “You know Mr. Lewis does not like surprises,” he says as he removes Amber’s hand from his bicep.
    “He’ll get over it.” Amber shrugs and pushes her way past Alex. I follow after her