Fournicopia
“Techno throbbed like a headache. The recessed lighting above the raised stage shone like a spotlight in a 60’s crime-show interrogation room.
Aislinn stood, hands jammed on her hips, and surveyed the space she’d reserved, trying her best to shake off her unease.
“Have everything you need?”
She turned to the club manager. “I think so.”
“Are you sure he’s ready for this?” Jennifer asked, concern in her gray eyes. “You pushed him hard last week. He’s still relatively untested.”
Aislinn cringed inside. The more apropos question circling her mind since Gus had left her apartment early that morning was why she felt the need to go through with this at all. Something had changed between them. Something not the least bit subtle. He’d given her his heart. So why was she dead set on still doing this?
“He topped me, Jenn,” she said softly, knowing she was really trying to convince herself that was the issue. “That hasn’t happened before.”
Jennifer reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.
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