Free Kiss Me Crazy by Ednah Walters, E. B. Walters Page B

overwhelming pul to press their bodies closer or was it just her?
    Seriously, her feelings were beginning to scare her. Something must give or she’d go crazy.

    ***
     
    Renee had serious connections. Every time she chose a club or restaurant, they got VIP treatment. Kara couldn’t tel whether her job at the D. A.’s office was behind it, or her father. Despite the fact that her parents got divorced eons ago and her mother practicaly raised her alone, whenever a reporter mentioned Renee’s name in the papers, they always brought up her father. He was a renowned tort lawyer with a reputation for winning big for his clients.
     
    The limo puled up outside a building in West Holywood.
    However, there were no strobe lights. No long line of clubbers.
    High end sports cars gleamed in the parking lot and valets conversed with men carrying large cameras looped around their necks.
    “What is this?” Chloe asked suspiciously, peering through the darkened windows. “Not another one of your political party with stiff upper lipped blue bloods?”
    Renee chuckled. “I’l never live that one down, wil I? It’s a new club,” she explained when the limo stopped. “The grand opening is not for another month.”
    “So we’re guinea pigs?” Chloe asked.
    Kara tried to catch Chloe’s eyes and warn her to behave.
    Renee, used to Chloe’s acerbic tongue, just laughed. “If that’s how you want to look at it. Or you could say you are among the lucky few to dance and dine at the club before it becomes the trendiest night spot in West Holywood.”
    “Stop being a party pooper, Chloe,” Kara added just as the limo driver opened the door for them.
    Chloe made a face as they stepped out. While Renee spoke briefly with the man, Kara and the others pretended not to see the paparazzi angling their cameras. When no flashes exploded on they faces, they knew the paparazzi had decided they were not important enough to be photographed.
    Renee led the way to the building then across the marbled foyer to a private elevator. She inserted a card to activate it.
    “Our VIP pass to the penthouse,” she said with a wink.
     
    Instead of the pounding music typical of most clubs, conversation mingled with muted music greeted them when the elevator door opened again. Ahead was a side door. To their right was a long line of clubbers waiting to get inside through the main entrance manned by two bouncers in tuxedos, huge palm trees, and pilars. A skinny guy with a Van Dyke beard stepped through the side entrance and hugged Renee before she introduced him as Warwick, the club’s owner. He whisked them inside.
    The club was spectacular, the gold, silver, and red lighting dramatic, the glass roof giving an ilusion of more space and size.
    Sheer draperies interspaced with red draperies covered the floor to ceiling windows, and the view of the surrounding city was breathtaking.
    They folowed Warwick past the lounge to a private booth, drawing attention from the patrons—women dressed to impress and men in expensive evening attire. No jeans or sneakers, Kara noticed. A long bar, manned by men and women in sexy black and white outfits, ran along one wal.
    The dance floor was somewhere to their left, with curved couches facing the floor, disco lights flashing red and pink on the dancers. The dining area was far to the right, diners visible through the glass wal. For a club that wasn’t officialy open, it was packed.
    They barely sat and ordered their drinks before men descended on them. Chloe forgot about her earlier complaints, her sister’s shyness disappeared, and Kara prepared herself for some fun times. From the gleam in Renee’s eyes, she was ready too. A handsome, drool-worthy man with wavy blond hair gunned for Kara, a predatory look in his eyes.
    Bring it on.
    Kara tried to forget Baron in the arms of various eye candies, flirting outrageously with the waiter when they moved to the dining room, keeping her options open by never dancing twice with