Page 61 of For One Night

Her face lights up like the dude who stole Christmas. “Give him a dose of his own medicine.”

“How in the hell am I supposed to get close enough to him to do that?” I glare at her.

She side eyes me, grinning. “They’re called boobs, dust the damn things off and use them for the greater good.”

“You’ve lost your mind if you think I’m going to randomly hook up with a guy in ‘Sin City’ and go home, laid and smiling.”

Her lip twitches. “Who said you’d be satisfied?”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake.” I finish off my drink.

She whips around, staring me down. “You have one more night. One more chance to break all the barriers you’ve been locked behind for years. One. More. Night.”

I sit in the corner of the club for the rest of the night, watching him. I know it’s creepy, but there’s no way a woman like me would ever have a chance with a man like that. Carter is a man like that, and look how he left me.

I lay low for the rest of the night. Honestly, I’ve never had so much fun and relax this much in years. At some point, I lose sight of him and dance the night away with my group of ladies.

Saturday passes in a blur, or it feels as though it does because we leave tomorrow. Carter has sent me two messages, which I haven’t answered. The afternoon is spent browsing stores and buying souvenirs.

We end up in a dress shop, obviously for the girls age and not mine or Millie’s. I browse the store, not wanting anything but wasting time. To my surprise, I find the one dress I have drooled over.

And it’s my size.

My eyes float around the room, taking in where everyone is. I take it off the rack, fawning over every inch of it.

“Buy it or I will.” Millie reaches for it, smiling at me when I pull it from her.

I twist my mouth to the side. “For one night.”

“I agree. You don’t ever have to wear it again but tonight, you can rock the hell out of it.” She bumps into me as we giggle.

Our shopping trip comes to an end with dinner at a new, posh restaurant. The limo picks us up, so we don’t have to walk back to the hotel.

“Ladies, I’ll be here tomorrow at five for your ride back to the airport,” the driver tells us when he drops us off.

“Tonight, is gonna be off the hook. Let’s get busy!” Ryver yells as we hop on an elevator.

The laughing can be heard down the hall as we walk to our room. It really has been a great weekend. Once inside, we split up so we can get ready for our last, big night. Two hours later, I walk out, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Dayyumm.” Willow whistles.

I spin, pretending to do the worm as I do. “Too much?”

“No!” they scream in unison.

My white Boss Gloss dress with ruffled sleeved, spaghetti straps, and a V-neck cut so low there’s no doubt I have plenty of assets swings as a I turn again, showing off the high-cut sides and my tanned legs.

Emerson stands, taking my hand. “I declare tonight, Lola’s Re-Cherry Popping!”

My face heats as it turns red. “Come on, let’s get you all drunk.”

The club is packed, but we’re determined to be here because we’ve had the best time at this club. Our table is still reserved, and there’s no waiting in line since we’re VIPs.

“Please tell me you’re not going to sit here all night by yourself.” Millie places a drink in front of me.

I pick it up, touching hers with mine. “I promise, I won’t.”

As soon as it leaves my lips, I see him. He’s working the room as he makes his way to the bar. He’s not wearing a suit tonight, but jeans and a button-down. Oddly enough, he nurses his drink as he people watches.

“No way are you not taking a man back to your room. You’ve ticked them off like you have a list, but here you sit, taking in your surroundings.”

A tug in the pit of my stomach makes me clench my thighs. His eyes lock with mine for a split second as they flicker around the room. Now, there’s a flutter in my belly that makes me gasp.

“Don’t do it, Lola. He’s dangerous, and he’ll use you.” Even as I try to convince myself not to approach him, a primal need deep in my core pulls me toward him.

My heart ratchets into high gear. “Be the badass, find your inner goddess, and go teach him what women can do to a man like him.”

I slip from my seat, knowing this may not end well for me. I’m determined, I want to show him what being used feels like. I want to make him forget every other woman he’s ever had and bring him to his knees.

“For one night, I’m going to do what’s been done to me.” I adjust my cleavage and swing my hips as I demand the attention a woman like me deserves.

“I’ll be that woman.”