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Chapter 4

Tonight's the night. It's been three weeks since I've been here. Emmett thinks it's safe to come back, under strict orders to not talk to her if I see her. I agreed to it, but I can't make any promises. I just need to see her. I need to see if she still has the same effect on me.

When I walk into the club, the buzz I felt the first night I came here is thick in the air. The lights are low. The music is pumping through the speakers. There are women dressed to kill and drinks flowing freely. Emmett and I pre-gamed before coming tonight, hoping to loosen ourselves up enough to get a grip and get up on that stage.

It's the first step in Operation: Fuck The Women Out Of Our Heads.

"Let's do this," Emmett says as he tosses back another shot of 1800. I do the same and nod my head. I'm to the point where I don't even need a chaser, which means I should be able to do this without reservation, but she's still there in the back of my mind. I've let my eyes roam the room, searching her out, but I haven't seen that mess of brown hair anywhere.

Emmett slaps my shoulder and then grabs on to my suit coat, pulling me toward the hallway where we line up to go on stage. We've already put our names down for the night.

"Good to see you boys back," Tina says, winking as she walks down the line, checking off her list. "Are we ready?"

Most of the guys are loud in their approval, but I notice Emmett doesn't say much. Neither do I. He turns around and gives me a pointed look before slipping his blindfold down over his eyes and allowing Tina to walk him up on stage.

I hear the crowd cheer as she introduces him and starts the bidding process.

My stomach is in my throat. I shouldn't be nervous. It should be easier this time.

I continue to listen to the bidding as it goes higher and higher. Finally, a winner is announced. I'm a second from bolting when Tina pops her head back in and tells me I'm up. Turning to look at the exit, I think about it, but then say fuck it and slip the blindfold down, allowing her to lead me onto the stage.

Even though my eyes are covered, I can still feel the heat from the bright lights, and a few beads of sweat pop up on my forehead.

"Let's start the bidding at fifty dollars," Tina announces. This feels like the first time, but deep down, I know it's not going to be anything like it. I had hoped that she might bid on me, but I didn't see her. Hell, she probably wouldn't bid on me even if she were here. She was so pissed the last time I saw her, demanding for me to leave. Thinking of that night and the fire in her eyes causes my dick to twitch. I'm completely unaware of my surroundings, lost in my nerves and thoughts of her when Tina announces a winner.

I swallow thickly as a hand grips my arm. The woman leading me doesn't say anything as we walk through the crowd. Part of me thinks I would know if it was her if I could just hear her voice… or smell her. I can't get those things out of my mind. They're what I think about on a daily basis when I'm jacking off in the shower.

A door opens, and I'm pulled inside. The hand that was touching my arm begins to push my jacket off my shoulders, and I allow it. She pushes me back until my knees hit the bed, and I sit, reaching out to feel her.

The second her lips are on mine, I know they're all wrong. My hands move up her legs to her hips, and they're all wrong too. They're too bony, not enough curves. Her smell is flowery, like roses, not the sweet and spicy I was hoping for.

I don't want to do this.

This is all wrong.

She's all wrong.

She makes quick work of the buttons on my shirt but leaves it on and moves down to the button of my slacks, sliding the zipper down and going straight for my cock, which is confused as shit. It's semi-hard due to the touch and excitement, but not as hard as it would be if it were her.

Her mouth assaults mine again, and I don't return the kiss.

"What's the matter, baby?" she asks, her voice too high-pitched, too nice. "Are you nervous? Lay back and let me make you feel good."

I do as she tells me, but the second her mouth touches my cock, I push her off. "I can't," I say, ripping the blindfold off. When my eyes adjust, I see the startled look in the blue eyes looking back at me. She's attractive. Her blonde hair is long and straight. She'd be a girl I would've hit on or been happy to take home a couple of months ago, but not now.

"I'm sorry," I tell her. "I just. This isn't my scene." I repeat the words that were said to me a few weeks ago, realizing they're true.

She covers her bare breasts, and her expression changes from startled to mad, or maybe hurt. "Just go." She looks away toward the door, and I take the opportunity to button my pants back up and grab my jacket.

"Sorry," I tell her once more before leaving the room. I know this is probably the last time I'll be able to come here. There's no way they'll let me in after this. The only thing that pisses me off about that is that I'll probably never see her again, but that's probably for the best.

I've gotta move the fuck on.

When I'm finally outside and the night air hits me, I take a deep breath and rake my hand through my hair, trying to get a grip. I rode with Emmett, so I walk to his Hummer and lean against the side of it, taking a minute to wrap my mind around what just happened. I watch as a few people straggle in and out of the club. From the outside, it looks like a warehouse. There're no signs, nothing signifying what goes on inside those walls. It's part of the attraction. It's exclusive, elusive. Tons of people want to get on the list. It took Emmett months to get me in, and now I've fucked it all up. It's not like I was serious about it. It was just another adventure, something new to try.

I never expected to meet someone who would fuck my head up so bad.

"I didn't think I'd see you back here."

The familiar voice makes the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my head jerks toward the sound of gravel crunching. It's her. She's standing about ten feet away, not nearly close enough, and wearing a tight black dress and those fucking combat boots. Her hair is pulled up on one side, but it's still messy. She has a backpack tossed over her shoulder. It's kind of weird. Most girls carry purses, not big, bulky backpacks.

"I, uh…" I stumble over my words, not knowing what to say. "Yeah, well, here I am."

It's dark, but we're standing close to a street light, and it allows me to see a small smile on her lips. "Did you get what you came for?" she asks suggestively, nodding to the club entrance.

Her boldness and the fact she's not demanding me to leave shocks me. "No," I say, laughing harshly under my breath.

She tilts her head like she's trying to figure me out. "Well, I've gotta go," she says, looking down at the phone in her hand. "I'm running late."

"Okay," I say, nodding like an idiot, trying desperately to think of something intelligent to say but coming up blank. She makes me stupid. "Do you need a ride?"

"No." She smirks and starts walking away. "But thanks," she says over her shoulder. Before I can say anything else, she's gone. She slips into a beat-up Volkswagen and cranks it up. The dress, the boots, the ride… Everything about her makes me want to know more.

As she's driving off and I'm watching her taillights, I think of a million questions I should've asked her.

What's your name?

Wanna go out sometime?

Can I call you?

But it's too late because she's gone.

The fact that she was in there and probably with some other man makes my fists clench. My jaw tightens as I try to get my temper in check, because right now, I want to walk back in there and beat the shit out of every guy who might've slept with her.

Why does she come here?

Where is she going?

So many questions, and I probably won't ever be able to ask them. I don't think I can come here and see her and know she's been or will be with someone else. It'll kill me, or I'll kill them.

"I wondered where you took off to," Emmett says, walking up to his truck. "I thought you'd be at the bar." He unlocks the doors, and I get in without saying anything. His voice sounds almost as wrecked as I feel. We both sit in silence as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"That was fucked up," Emmett finally says, leaning back in his seat as he drives us away from the club.

"Tell me about it," I mutter, rubbing my temples to try to rid my brain of the clusterfuck I've managed to get myself into.

"I took the blindfold off when we got to the room," he says quietly. "I just had to know."

"So, did you fuck her?" I ask, wondering if that's what I should've done. Maybe it would've done the trick. Maybe the blonde would've rocked my world, and I wouldn't be sitting here wondering how I can track down a gorgeous brunette when the only thing I know about her is that she's beautiful and she drives a fucking Volkswagen.

"Yeah, but I wasn't into it. She was taller, but her hair was jet black. She was decent. It was just…" He stops, running a hand through his hair and exhaling a deep breath. "I don't know, man."

"Wrong?" I ask.

"Yeah, she was just all wrong."

"I know the feeling." I'm weirdly relieved that he went through with it and is still messed up. The last thing I need is regret over fucking the wrong girl.

"What happened with you?"

"I bailed."

"Shit."

"Yeah," I sigh. "Probably won't be on the list anymore."

"Probably for the best."

"I guess so." I lean back in the seat and rest my arm on the door. "But I saw her."

"Really? Before we went on stage?"

"No, after. Just a few minutes before you walked out."

"Did she say anything?"

"Yeah, she said she didn't think she'd see me there again."

"Did you get her name?"

"No," I tell him, getting more frustrated with myself for not getting my head out of my ass. "She said she was running late, and then she was gone."

"Well, shit, man."

"Yeah."

"Now what the fuck are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to forget about her, and I won't be going back to the club."

I know it's a lie. I might not go back to the club, but there is no way in hell I can forget about her.

A/Ns:

Jiff: Well, he tried to screw his mystery girl out of his system but it didn't quite work, did it?

Jenny Kate: Yeah, mission failed.

Jiff: Can't say I'm surprised. At least he got to talk to her for a little bit.

Jenny Kate: Yeah, but she left before he could get any pertinent information… like her name!

Jiff: Details, details. He's a man with a plan and he's on a mission! Or, something like that.

Jenny Kate: A mission with no destination. LOL

Jiff: Destination: In Her Pants Again. How's that?

Jenny Kate: I like it. Now, let's see how he manages to carry out this mission.

Jiff: With Emmett by his side, how can he go wrong? *dies laughing*

Jenny Kate: Emmett McCarty, Wingman Extraordinaire.

Jiff: Everyone needs a team. Speaking of…see what I did there? Let's thank our amazing team Geeky, Rachel, and Pamela!

Thanks to everyone who has stuck around for this one. We'll see y'all on Friday!