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head. She was reading way too much into this. Unsettled by her decision and what lay ahead, she crept forward. So what if it took her five minutes to go five yards? This was too surreal.
    The four-door passenger vehicle with the “teachers make the world go round” bumper sticker finally coasted to a stop at the front of the club. Her car door opened as she laid hands to her purse. Five fingers upon an open hand moved in level with her breasts, palm upturned. She placed hers within and allowed the blond giant to guide her out.
    “Welcome to Ajani, beautiful,” he said in a voice more seductive than his years should allow. His palm, warm and smooth as a baby’s behind, held hers. Stepping out of the car, she met his gaze. They were brown like hers, amber and framed by long lashes. His eyes were beautiful, almost too pretty for a man. Without any hesitation, his gaze drifted down to her open coat and her overly exposed boobs molded into a black leather corset with crossover scarlet ribbons. The leather breast cups gave such a lift that she feared her nipples would pop out if she raised her arms.
    Destini’s cheeks warmed. Out of instinct, she drew the lapels to her thin black leather coat together, forcing his eyes back to her face.
    The valet handed her a black parking ticket with silver writing. “Enjoy.”
    “Th––” she cleared her throat with an upward toss of her chin. “Thank you,” she said evenly, letting the coat fall back open as his reward. She had to check herself and draw on her secret weapon. Rain. If she created her, she could become her. No problem.
    He stepped aside.
    Destini sashayed around the car, swinging her hips with her back straight and chest thrust forward. The other two bouncers were ebony giants with skin the color of a rich, dark, Hershey bar. One had a shaved head and a thick mustached goatee that framed the most sensuous pair of lips. His gaze cut to his partner at her approach. Sporting thick velvety dreadlocks that were tied back from his face. The other man was clean-shaven with heavy-lidded eyes. What Rain would call bedroom eyes .
    He stepped forward and addressed her. “Hello, beautiful. Welcome to Ajani. Do you have an invite?”
    “Hi. Um, one second.” She fumbled with the front flap to her clutch purse. She searched the side pocket zipper for the card. The men towered over her, their shadows adding to her nervousness. Though the night air whipped at the hem of her coat and her loose curls, she was grateful for the manly shield she received. Beyond them was a roped-off red carpet walk, leading to red double-glass doors that reflected her clumsy plunder. If she had left the card home, she’d be so embarrassed. “I know I have it,” she said, and just when she feared the worst, she found it stuck between a grocery card and a credit card. She flashed it with too eager a grin.
    The bald one nodded, not bothering to check it for authenticity. “I was going to let you in either way, sexy,” he said, smoothly dropping the velvet rope and stepping aside.
    “Thanks, sweetie.” A voice foreign to her escaped her lips. A surge of confidence straightened her spine and sharpened her ego. Destini couldn’t explain it. She strutted past the men, relishing the unspoken desire that charged the air, like a storm wind before a lightning strike. She could feel the sizzle of excitement playing along her skin. In fact, she wished she could run home and grab her laptop to write Rain, sandwiched between them both. Destini chuckled to herself. Naiya was right. Even her fantasies belonged to Rain.
    Mr. Dreadlocks caught up in two long strides. She saw his arrival in the reflective glass of the door.
    “Let me, beautiful,” he said, drawing the door open.
    The other remained behind. He stroked his jaw, his eyes fixed on her swaying hips covered by her coat. She laughed to herself and walked inside. Cool freshness with a hint of frankincense and a touch of polished leather greeted her.