An hour later, we were stood outside, queuing for the long line to the club.

 The night was freezing, so I had resorted to frantically jumping up and down every five seconds to keep myself warm. Sure, I was getting some strange looks from the people beside me, but I didn't care. 

As I was in the middle of one of my jumping sessions, Brandon let out a long groan.

"Oh my god, would you stop doing that; you're embarrassing me," he groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

 I stopped jumping and narrowed my eyes at him. "Do you want me to die of hypothermia?" I scoffed.

"Well, I mean that wouldn't be an entirely b-" he started, but when he took in the irritated look on my face, he immediately stopped talking. "No, no, I don't," he sighed.

"Amazing, now let me keep jumping," I snapped before starting to jump up and down once more. 

 "Why is this line so fucking long anyway?" He grumbled. 

"I don't know; it's a popular club, I guess," I mumbled. Taking a break from jumping, I rested down on my feet. 

I watched in confusion as Brandon narrowed his eyes and stood up on his tiptoes so he could get a good view of the front of the line. "Ooo, I spot someone of interest near the front of the queue," he murmured. 

I rolled my eyes. "Do you ever stop checking people out?"

"Well, no," he snorted. "But that's not why I pointed them out.

I was wondering if you could use your-" He stopped and gestured vaguely in the area of my chest. "- your assets, to help us get to the front of the queue," he finished with an innocent smile.

 I cocked up an eyebrow. "You want me to flirt with the bouncer?" I said flatly. "Why on earth do you think that's gonna work?"

"It will work, trust me. You're a hot blonde chick with barely any clothes on. You've even got kitty ears on. He'll eat you right up," he stated in a matter-of-fact way. 

I crossed my arms defiantly. "No. Why do I have to do all the work? It's not fair," I protested childishly.

Brandon let out a long groan. "Fine, I'll cook for you for a week, happy?" he spat. 

"A month," I bargained. 

He hesitated for a few seconds but then reluctantly nodded his head. "Whatever, deal," he grumbled.

I smirked. "Excellent, now let's get this show on the road," I cheered. Both of us pulled ourselves out of line and started to walk our way up the length of the queue. 

As we made our way closer to the front, I made a few adjustments to my outfit. Grabbing the waistband of my playsuit and hiked it up as far as it could go while also lowering my top a little so you could get a more teasing view of the top of my breasts. 

What? Don't judge me; there's nothing wrong with working what you've got. 

The bouncer caught my eye as we drew closer, and I didn't miss how quickly his eyes fell to drift all over my body. He was a fairly; bulky, red-haired-looking chap, and he looked like just the right kind of sucker who'd fall for my trap. And from the positioning of his eyes, it looked like my plan was already working...

I stopped in front of him and combed a flirtatious hand through my hair. "This is a little bit embarrassing, but my friend dared me to get your number," I chuckled shyly as I pointed over to Brandon before bashfully looking down at the floor. 

The bouncer's eyes lit up with a hungry kind of excitement, and he took a step closer to me. "Did he now? Why's that?" he said as he did another unsubtle glance over my body. 

The guy seemed to be more interested in talking to my left breast than my face. God, did I wish I could tell him that, but if I slipped into my snarky mode, it would ruin the plan. 

"Because he knew how much I wanted to fuck you," I pronounced boldly, batting my eyelashes softly. 

 As soon as the words escaped my mouth, the bouncer snapped his eyes up to meet mine at the speed of light.

"Seriously?" he exclaimed, a slight laugh to his tone as though he could scarcely believe his luck. "O-of course, I'm going to give you my number!"

With a hasty enthusiasm, he straightened out his clipboard and flipped to a blank piece of paper. He scribbled something on the page, then tore it off before handing it over to me. 

I took it off of him with a smile, and before I could retract my hand, he snatched my wrist.

"I-I finish work at one am, so give me a call anytime after then," he said quickly.

 I faked a look of disappointment. "I really want to, but the queue is so long," I dragged out dramatically with a heavy sigh. "By the time I make it into the club, it'll be around half one, and I promised my friend we'd stay for more than a couple hours," I explained softly.

The guy chuckled. "Oh, that's got a simple solution, skip the queue," he smirked. He unclipped the red rope guarding the entrance and nodded with his head for us to go in. "Go on, enjoy yourself; it'll be our little secret," he winked.

 "Aww, thank you, you're so sweet," I cooed as I held a hand up to my chest. I blew him a kiss before grabbing Brandon's hand and pulling him into the club behind me.

As soon as we'd walked a safe enough distance from the door, Brandon and I both stopped in our tracks before breaking out into a loud chorus of obnoxious laughter. 

Were we laughing at the misfortune of a dumb horny guy? Yes, yes, we were. 

 I clutched at my stomach and bent forward to try and regain my breath. "Oh god," I wheezed. "I swear that was way too easy," I said as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. 

Brandon smiled down at me and threw an arm over my shoulder. "You know, we're both going to hell for that, right?"

"I know, I know," I chuckled.

As we descended down the stairs to the club, the music grew louder, making the vibrations rise up through my feet. The energetic beats reverberated within my ears and filled my heart with excitement. Jumping off the last step with a smile on my face, I took in the highly energetic feel of the room. The dance floor was filled with sweaty bodies throwing themselves around wildly in excitement, while others gathered around in small little groups against the wall or stretched out on sofas.

I turned to Brandon with a smirk. "Now, what do you say we smooth chat the bartender into giving us a free drink."

Brandon's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Sounds like a plan to me," he smiled. 

As I was halfway across the room, my eyes latched onto someone. And as though I couldn't stop myself, I came to an abrupt halt.

My eyes found themselves enraptured by a man.

 Now I was hardly one for exaggeration, but the man I was looking at must have been one of the most gorgeous looking people I had ever seen. He was leaned up against the wall, in the far corner of the room as though he was posing for some sort of hot magazine spread.

 He glanced briefly over at the bar, and that's when I noticed his eyes. They were a beautiful assemble of multiple greens and were framed by two dark, perfectly arched eyebrows. My eyes wandered all over his warm brown skin, taking in every detail from his sharp jawline to his sexy pink lips. Dark, textured hair covered his scalp - neatly kept in a fine clipper cut. As I took more and more of him in, I knew without a doubt that he was one fine specimen of a man.

As I was starting to go into a daydream about him throwing me over those toned shoulders of his, I felt something poke at my cheek. 

This snapped me out of my daydream, and I quickly turned towards the source of the poke and saw none other than Brandon's annoying ass self-standing before me.

 "What was that for?" I grumbled, feeling marginally annoyed.

"Well, I was kind of concerned that at any second, you were gonna run up to Nathan Woods and start humping his foot," he snorted as he nodded his head over to the guy. 

"No, I wasn't," I snapped, my cheeks burning red. 

Sneaking one last glance at the gorgeous guy, I quickly grabbed Brandon by his elbow and pulled him over to the corner of the room. My eyes set on his interrogatively, and I crossed my arms.

"Who the hell is Nathan Woods? And why do you know him and I don't," I questioned in a harsh whisper. I couldn't help but feel insanely pissed that Brandon knew a guy like that existed and hadn't told me. 

His brows shot up, and that annoying smirk of his found its way onto his face. "Ooo, someone's horny for lover boy, aren't they?" he teased. 

I let out a sharp sound of aggravation. "Whatever, just tell me already!"

He took a step back and held up his hands defensively. "Alright, alright, keep your pants on," he laughed.

"Nathan's some super-rich college dude. I think his dad's a famous architect or something. I'm pretty sure he designed a couple of mansions, and hotels, and stuff. And everyone knows who he is because he's rich, and well...stupidly hot," he shrugged. 

"Oh," I said, my nose wrinkling in disappointment. The attraction that I was drowning in only seconds before slowly started to fade into a deep-massive pit of nothingness. 

I would never date a rich boy. They were stuck up, rude and nasty. Every single one of them.

Shaking my head to clear my mind, I forced a smile on my face. "Well, enough about that snob, let's get on with partying," I laughed as I swung myself round.

As I did, my shoe skidded sharply against something wet on the floor. Losing balance, I let out a surprised gasp and stumbled forward before grabbing onto the closest person in front of me.

 But unfortunately, it was less of a grab and more of a harsh shove. I vaguely heard the man that I banged into curse lowly under his breath before quickly snagging an arm around me to regain his balance. The fact that I was also unbalanced didn't reap to his success, and his pull on my waist caused me to jolt in his direction. 

I barely got a second to realize we were falling before I got the wind knocked out of me as the two of us collapsed roughly against the floor - my body landing bang smack on top of his. 

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Author's Note:

Hope you are enjoying the story so far; I can't wait to share the rest with you. 

Despite the fact it's obvious who do you think she landed on lol? 

Next update: Wednesday (6-8 PM - UK time)