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Walking into Verdant, all she could focus her attention on was not falling face first in the heels that Sarah had again made her wear.

They were without a doubt a sight to behold, all six inches of metal heel and diamond encrusted straps, but they just weren't compatible when a person wanted to be vertical in them. However when she had pointed out that bit of fact to Sarah her only response was a saucy grin and a "That is the general idea".

However even in her deep concentration to walk, she was forced to admire her surroundings. Tommy hadn't been kidding when he said this was the best club in town.

As promised by the owner himself, they had been greeted by the bouncer at the entrance, bypassing the long line at the door and were then led by a scantily dressed waitress to the private booth reserved for their use alone.

Felicity took in the dark green and black interior of the club with interest. This was one high-class establishment and she could understand why people would wait for hours to get inside. From their vantage point at the table, they could see down to the bodies that swayed to the music below, lost to the rhythm that seemed to take over the whole space.

In typical Tommy fashion, on either side of the glittering DJ booth there were two silver cages in which two dancers grinded their way through the song playing.

She could see why people would use this place as a means to escape. The whole atmosphere compelled a person to let go of their problems and get lost in the feel of the air around them.

Almost as soon as they were seated another waitress had come over to take their drinks order, explaining that everything that they had throughout the course of the night was on the house. Felicity was shocked, but Sarah wasted no time in ordering two cosmopolitans and four vodka shots to get things started.

Her eyes unconsciously scanned the crowd for a certain handsome billionaire that she had been thinking about non-stop for weeks, and couldn't prevent the feeling of disappointment when her eyes could not find him.

As soon as the drinks were served Sarah made her down both shots, using the cosmos as chasers, and pulled her up to go dance leaving their belongings under the watchful eye of their waitress.

It didn't take long for the alcohol to sink in, not that she ever needed much to begin with, and soon she was lost amongst the music and restless bodies. Her and Sarah were instantly surrounded by what seemed to be a group of guys but they took no notice, each happy for now to just dance and have fun with each other.

Both failed to notice two different sets of eyes following their every move.

Oliver stood in Tommy's private office, waiting for the man himself to turn up, watching from behind the tinted glass the goings on of the club below.

She wasn't hard to spot.

He let his eyes roam over her form, taking in the startling emerald green skintight dress that hugged all the right curves of her body. It was a simple tank top dress, with the only adornment being the black zipper that started at her ample cleavage, that wasn't showing nearly enough for his liking, and reached down to the hem of her dress.

A zipper that made him wonder whether it was fake and just made for decoration or if he could just slide it down with his teeth to see the hidden treasure underneath. Oh how he would love to find that out.

And her heels.

He didn't think he'd ever get used to seeing her in heels, they always had an effect on him, but these ones were just made for sin.

They made her legs appear to be a mile long, and he couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched her toned muscles flex as she danced.

He noticed Tommy's presence before he felt the slap on his right shoulder, turning his gaze away from Felicity in the crowd to look at his best friend.

"All good to go. Now quit looking at her and do something, I need her distracted if I'm going to get better acquainted with the flaming blonde she's with".

Oliver looked down, following Tommy's gaze to the woman dancing next to Felicity. Her red dress was made to kill, and the accompanying black heels that she wore made Oliver think that Tommy might be biting off more than he could chew.

Tommy, like him, had never had any trouble with the ladies.

As ignorant as it sounded, their whole life they could pick and choose what they wanted, knowing they would get it, and this principle had applied to cars, houses, clubs, girls, everything that they set their sights on.

But this girl seemed different, she had a lot more attitude than the other girls that seemed to fall to Tommy's feet and Oliver wouldn't mind a front row seat at the battle of wills that would play out between the two.

They descended the stairs in time to see two, what appeared to be very drunk, men trying to persuade the girls to dance with them, and while the girls seemed to be adamantly declining the offer, the men just wouldn't take no for an answer.

It only took one nod to the bouncers from Tommy to get the men removed from the premises altogether, before siding up to Sarah himself and placing a protective hand on the arch of her lower back, and leading the four of them back to the booth reserved for the girls.

Oliver followed closely behind Felicity, and though he didn't touch her, she could feel the heat radiating off him onto her back. As they moved onto the couple of steps that led to the VIP section, his hand came up instinctively to glide along her waist to steady her, sending shock waves throughout her body that she had never felt before.

She contributed the reaction to the alcohol that she had already consumed.

"How do you stunning ladies like my club?"

Tommy's hand was yet to stray away from being wrapped around Sarah, who didn't seem to mind all the much as she sat down close to his side.

Feeling that Sarah wasn't going to answer, Felicity bit the bullet and spoke up, "Its certainly fancy, and fancy in a good way not in the bad way of course. So yes, its very nice, thank you for inviting us, and for all the free drinks!" she stopped her rambling as she felt Oliver start to draw patterns along her spine while she spoke.

And while all she could feel was his hand movements, he seemed completely unconscious of his own actions.

God she wished he would stop. How could a girl concentrate on anything when he was lighting a flame in her, and all with a simple touch of his hand?

She was scared to look at him, in fear of not being able to look away once she actually met his gaze, so she continued the conversation with Tommy, even agreeing with the couple next to her that more drinks were in order.

As the night wore on and an excessive amount of alcohol was consumed, she found the two handsome billionaires at their side incredibly easy to talk to. They were both open and down to earth, and put up with her incessant babbling in good humor.

It wasn't until Sarah had offered to go dancing again that she realized just how much she enjoyed their company.

Standing had proven to be a challenge, but with Oliver's help she was in the middle of the dance floor in no time.

They danced with his front to her back as she faced Sarah, but she couldn't concentrate on the other girl with Oliver's hands on her hips. His grip changing from firm to a slight caress every so often as he set their pace.

Licks of flames followed in his fingers wake and she pushed back into him boldly, only to be rewarded by his low growl in her ear, the vibration of which she felt on her back from his chest.

In less than a second she was turned around until she faced him, their faces only millimeters apart, one of her hands digging into his shoulder blade for support while the other stroked his bicep.

She didn't know how long they had swayed like that, it could have been only minutes but then it could have been days. Nothing seemed to matter.

But reality was a bitch and came knocking to wake them up out of the spell they were under.

She felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, a pocket that was very well placed next to her thigh, and it sent vibrations to parts of her that it really shouldn't have.

She couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his groan when he put his head on her shoulder like a child and moved her to reach for the offending device. Pulling it out of his pocket he looked down to read it, only to let out a smile of his own at the message.

He led her away from the dancing bodies back to the booth, fully aware that for now at least the spell was broken, but not wanting to let her go just yet.

At the questioning tilt of her head he explained that the message was from Tommy.

"He's showing Sarah around his office" the grin on his face left no questions in her head as to 'how' Tommy was showing her his office.

He signaled to the waitress, asking for only water when Felicity declined anything stronger. She felt that she had had her fill for one night, already far from being just tipsy but still fully aware of her actions.

They seemed to talk about everything. He told her about growing up, his face lighting up when he talked about Thea. He told her about Tommy and their lifelong friendship. He had her in stitches from some of his less risqué tales of his college days.

She was so easy to talk to, she listened to him with a rapt attention that he wasn't used to. He had never really talked to his one-night stands for obvious reasons and he had never felt comfortable opening up with Laurel. Certainly nothing like he felt with Felicity, he felt like he could tell her anything.

"I am sorry for my family, I know meeting them has been crazy for you." He had wanted to apologize for a while now but there never seemed to be a good opportunity till now.

"Oh my God Oliver, no! Your family's great! Even though I embarrass myself in front of them more times than humanly possible. But seriously, I can see why you love them, especially Thea. She's definitely something." She couldn't help but smile as she thought of the younger Queen.

"And no ones family is perfect. My family's a complete eclectic mix of personalities, you should meet them! Not that you should meet my parents, because you don't have to, I mean you could if you wanted to but you don't have to. Anyway, my birth parents died when I was eleven, so I've been brought up by technically my aunt and uncle but I call them mom and dad, you know? And they are completely crazy. In the best way! Dad collects all sorts of gizmo's and gadgets, he's the one that got me into computers to begin with. And mum. That's one woman you don't want to get on the bad side of. She'll scold you until you feel like a five year old again and then hug you so tight you'll think that your in heaven. Even Sarah's scared of her."

Love shone through her eyes as she talked about her parents and for some particular reason he had a flashback of a girl with blonde hair standing in a cemetery breaking down in tears in the arms of an older lady. Surely she couldn't have been the same girl he had seen that day?

But he didn't have time to dwell on it, as Tommy and Sarah stepped back into the booth, Sarah plopping down right next to Felicity.

He watched them have a silent eye conversation before they excused themselves to go to the bathroom.

His eyes followed her until she disappeared amongst the drunken bodies, then turned to his best friend, not being able to contain at least one jab at the man.

"Back so soon man? Loosing your touch?"

His answer was a punch in the arm and a smug look thrown at him.

"We only just got started mate".

But, as unusual as it was, Tommy never expanded on the details.

Yes, Oliver thought, Tommy was definitely biting off more than he could chew with his girl.

But then again so was he.

He had never been so open with a girl. Had never felt like he did when he was around her. He couldn't really describe it, even to himself, but in a weird way when he was around her he felt as if he was exactly where he needed to be.

As if he was home.

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