The Fragile Line: Part One (The Fine Line #2) by Alicia Kobishop Page B
Authors: Alicia Kobishop
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the VIP loft for the after-party.”
Emily and Elle squealed in delight as I mouthed a thank you to Matt. He walked us to the front of the line, while several people taunted us for skipping ahead. I bit my tongue and followed Matt’s lead in ignoring their rude comments.
Upon entering the building, we weaved through the sweltering crowd toward the bar area, my internal chill instantly subsiding from the radiating body heat in the club. I momentarily considered taking my shirt off altogether but decided I didn’t want or need to appear that desperate.
I eyed the bar as Matt continued to walk past it.
“Matt!” I shouted, but he couldn’t hear me over the pounding music and shrill voices around us. When I tried again, and he still kept walking, I grabbed him by the arm. “Wait!”
He turned around and brought his ear to my face to hear me.
“I’m going to get a drink,” I said.
He looked at the overcrowded bar and shook his head no. “If you want into the VIP loft, I need to take you there now. I need to be in position before the announcement.”
Emily stepped between us. “C’mon, Chloe, don’t ruin this for us. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this!”
“You guys go ahead. I’ll be fine,” I shouted. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
Emily and Elle smiled, satisfied, while Matt’s face turned to a scowl.
“There’s a bar in the loft, Chloe,” Matt replied. “It’ll only take a minute to get there. In fact, you’ll get a drink a hell of a lot quicker there than you will here.”
“Fine,” I said. The sooner I could get a drink to help wipe away the thoughts of my sister and Ryan…the better.
He led us up the stairs to a balcony area scattered with high-top tables…no chairs. The sea of heads in the crowd on the dance floor below jumped in unison to the beat. I never realized how big this club actually was until seeing it now from this height.
After crossing the balcony, he held open the door to the private loft for us to enter. He whispered something to the security guard covering the door, then smiled at me.
“Have fun, Pink,” he winked.
“Aren’t you coming in with us?”
“Not now. Workin’. Promise me something, though?”
I nodded.
“Wait for me.”
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to do exactly that. Everything about that fact confused me. I watched him disappear into the crowd before I entered the loft, all the while admiring his stunning physique and trying to figure out the calming effect he had on me.
As I walked into the room and the door closed behind me, the noise subsided considerably. The bass still vibrated through the glass walls that extended from the floor to the ceiling and overlooked the floor below, but in this private room, voices could be more easily heard over the music.
People were scattered throughout the loft, but it was nowhere near as crowded as the rest of the club. I remained by the glass wall, watching through the laser lights below as Matt made his way through the crowd to the stage. If you could even call it a stage. For such a huge building, the square stage that rose about waist-high and only stretched out about twelve feet on each side seemed a bit inadequate, especially since the back half of it remained permanently occupied by the DJ booth.
Emily and Elle approached me, shot glasses in hand, and Elle handed me one.
“What’s this?” I asked, as I took it from her.
“ Kamikaze, baby!” she replied.
“Thanks, sweetie,” I acknowledged. “Cheers to you finally getting to meet your boyfriend tonight!”
I had almost forgotten what I came here to do, but the cool lime taste of the shot instantly reminded me. I licked my lips after slamming it. “C’mon, I’ll get the next one.”
We ordered our drinks and downed two more shots at the bar—a hot damn and an absolute bitch —before I heard the music stop and a woman’s
Emily and Elle squealed in delight as I mouthed a thank you to Matt. He walked us to the front of the line, while several people taunted us for skipping ahead. I bit my tongue and followed Matt’s lead in ignoring their rude comments.
Upon entering the building, we weaved through the sweltering crowd toward the bar area, my internal chill instantly subsiding from the radiating body heat in the club. I momentarily considered taking my shirt off altogether but decided I didn’t want or need to appear that desperate.
I eyed the bar as Matt continued to walk past it.
“Matt!” I shouted, but he couldn’t hear me over the pounding music and shrill voices around us. When I tried again, and he still kept walking, I grabbed him by the arm. “Wait!”
He turned around and brought his ear to my face to hear me.
“I’m going to get a drink,” I said.
He looked at the overcrowded bar and shook his head no. “If you want into the VIP loft, I need to take you there now. I need to be in position before the announcement.”
Emily stepped between us. “C’mon, Chloe, don’t ruin this for us. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this!”
“You guys go ahead. I’ll be fine,” I shouted. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
Emily and Elle smiled, satisfied, while Matt’s face turned to a scowl.
“There’s a bar in the loft, Chloe,” Matt replied. “It’ll only take a minute to get there. In fact, you’ll get a drink a hell of a lot quicker there than you will here.”
“Fine,” I said. The sooner I could get a drink to help wipe away the thoughts of my sister and Ryan…the better.
He led us up the stairs to a balcony area scattered with high-top tables…no chairs. The sea of heads in the crowd on the dance floor below jumped in unison to the beat. I never realized how big this club actually was until seeing it now from this height.
After crossing the balcony, he held open the door to the private loft for us to enter. He whispered something to the security guard covering the door, then smiled at me.
“Have fun, Pink,” he winked.
“Aren’t you coming in with us?”
“Not now. Workin’. Promise me something, though?”
I nodded.
“Wait for me.”
Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to do exactly that. Everything about that fact confused me. I watched him disappear into the crowd before I entered the loft, all the while admiring his stunning physique and trying to figure out the calming effect he had on me.
As I walked into the room and the door closed behind me, the noise subsided considerably. The bass still vibrated through the glass walls that extended from the floor to the ceiling and overlooked the floor below, but in this private room, voices could be more easily heard over the music.
People were scattered throughout the loft, but it was nowhere near as crowded as the rest of the club. I remained by the glass wall, watching through the laser lights below as Matt made his way through the crowd to the stage. If you could even call it a stage. For such a huge building, the square stage that rose about waist-high and only stretched out about twelve feet on each side seemed a bit inadequate, especially since the back half of it remained permanently occupied by the DJ booth.
Emily and Elle approached me, shot glasses in hand, and Elle handed me one.
“What’s this?” I asked, as I took it from her.
“ Kamikaze, baby!” she replied.
“Thanks, sweetie,” I acknowledged. “Cheers to you finally getting to meet your boyfriend tonight!”
I had almost forgotten what I came here to do, but the cool lime taste of the shot instantly reminded me. I licked my lips after slamming it. “C’mon, I’ll get the next one.”
We ordered our drinks and downed two more shots at the bar—a hot damn and an absolute bitch —before I heard the music stop and a woman’s
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