a long bar that stretched the entire length. The bar itself looked like sand blasted glass with soft neon lighting weaving all through it.
Two sets of stairs went down from her left and right and met in the middle before descending to the actual dance floor below. The dance floor was glowing with soft light, just enough to cast their feet in a type of black light. It all added to the pandemonium created by the overhead strobe and colored spotlights that moved everywhere except directly on the dancers.
The way it was set up, you could see the dancers from the knees down, but other than that, their bodies were shadowed.
Envy leaned over the railing, looking to see if there were any more bars on the lower level but there was nothing but the dance floor. It kind of reminded her of a pit. Once you went down those stairs, you would be at the mercy of the darkness that shadowed the dancers in privacy.
“It's three stories?” she asked, looking up at the solid ceiling above them. Counting the basement, that would be the third floor and she wondered if it was also part of the club or if it was off limits.
Cheers and catcalls made her glance back down at the dance floor. She stared in disbelief when an ice-blue colored spotlight hit a cage in the middle of the pit. She was instantly enthralled with the man behind the bars.
Chad’s gaze also stopped on the cage. It looked like a small jail cell. Inside it was a man and woman and they were circling each other. Even from this distance, he could sense the heat in their movements. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the banister when the guy in the cage pushed his dance partner against the bars only for her to duck under his arm as he tried to pin her against them.
Spinning around, the guy grabbed her wrist and brought her back flush against him before guiding her hands to the bars in front of her. Making her grip the bars, he rubbed himself against her almost naked body until her head fell backward against his chest as if she was enjoying it.
It was animalistic in nature, almost like a primitive mating dance of some kind. Chad and Envy found themselves captivated by the show, the display affecting each in different ways.
Chad watched them for a few more minutes in silence as the main couple sprang apart only for the man to trap her in a different position. The heat of their movements made his jeans grow tight as the male’s hips jerked upward against the girl's ass. Moving his gaze away in frustration, Chad forced himself to look at the decorations on the upper walls that he could see from his angle.
It was mostly flashing lights with steady black lights near huge portrait style paintings with sleek bodies of jaguars, some fighting and some solo predators on the hunt. The lethal animals seemed to have a life of their own. The still paintings almost moved with the lights, giving the impression that the animals were alive and watching.
He had to admit the theme was unique but it worked. His eyes followed the movement of the lights across the walls and he noticed that chains hung between the pictures, some with spiked collars and black leather whips.
He glanced back toward the cage and was about to go find Jason when he spotted Trevor on the dance floor near one of the spotlights. The idiot was sandwiched between two girls and looked like he was having the time of his life. Glancing over at Envy, Chad knew he didn’t have to say a word when he noticed she was staring straight at the trio.
Envy cocked her head to the side trying to study Trevor as if she didn’t know him. It made her wonder why she’d dated him to start out with.
She had to admit he was very easy on the eyes. Damn good looking would be the best phrase. He looked kind of like a California surfer dude with his flyaway sandy blond hair, golden tan and grayish blue eyes. He was completely lickable and had been a lot of fun.
But if you took away his good looks, there wasn’t much too really attract a girl. All that was left was a college frat brat who had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. When he was around, he was very attentive but he would also vanish off the radar, sometimes for days at a time.
The only other good thing she could think to say about him was that he was pretty hot in the sack, and had given her some of the best moments of her life.
To think, she'd actually believed he really liked her… more than liked her. Goes to show what the hell she knew about men. Truth be told, she was just getting tired of being alone… but then, that’s no reason to start dating a guy.
She sighed longingly as she watched him cup the ass of the girl plastered against him, realizing she felt no jealousy at all. If she’d really been in love with him, wouldn’t she be completely pissed off right now instead of simply hurt? What bothered her most was that he’d lied about wanting only her.
Jason had been watching for Envy to come into the club from his bar stool closest to the door. He’d known she would come and he wasn’t surprised to see Chad with her. After giving them a few minutes to look around, he smirked in satisfaction when he noticed the tenseness in Envy’s shoulders and knew she’d spotted her boyfriend making out on the dance floor.
He’d tried to hide his jealousy for the last couple of months and he didn’t want to hurt her, but if this is what it took to get her away from Trevor, then it was for her own good.
Turning back to Kat, the pretty bartender he’d been talking to, Jason smiled, “Told you they’d come.” He nodded in Envy and Chad’s direction.
He’d been here over an hour, but after witnessing Trevor’s cheating on Envy, he hadn’t been in the mood to join the crowd. He’d wound up bored and begun chatting with Kat to pass the time. He’d even told her about Envy’s cheating boyfriend.
“So that’s your best friend and his sister?” Kat eyed the couple but her main interest was on the cop. If Jason hadn’t told her that Chad was a cop, she’d never have known it. He was hot as hell.
About six foot one with sun-kissed skin, and brown hair with golden highlights. It was a little longer than the normal cop hairstyle and looked like the wind had blown most of it to the side, leaving him with a slightly wild appearance. She found herself comparing him to Quinn, and then blinked realizing she’d done it again. She glanced back at Jason knowing they both needed to get over old flames or risk the constant burn.
“He doesn’t look like a cop,” Kat said, eying Chad and wondering if he was dating anyone. Jason hadn’t said one way or the other.
“Yeah well,” Jason almost pouted when he noticed the way she was looking at Chad. He shook his head, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Finishing off his club soda, he slid off the stool and walked toward his friends. As he closed the distance between them, he laid his hand on Envy’s shoulder. Lowering his lips close to the shell of her ear he whispered, “Do you want to dance?”
Envy smiled without turning around. “Oh, hell yes!” she exclaimed, and then took off down the closest flight of stairs, leaving Jason standing there beside Chad with his hand still lying on an imaginary shoulder. He blinked when he heard Chad laughing.
“Damn,” Jason sighed as he watched her descent.
Chad patted Jason on the shoulder in pity as he led him back to the bar and leaned against it, “Don’t let it bother you. I think Envy has a one-track mind at the moment and it involves revenge.”
He glanced at the girl behind the bar and, for a moment, forgot Jason was even there. She was stunning with her bronze tan and very long dark hair that spiraled
