I grinned. “Thank you.” My grin slid back off when I turned back to the behemoths. “Trust me, Dillan is going to want to see me.”
The big man spoke this time. “Every woman says that.” His voice was far from soothing in that deep scratchy kind of way. It irked me even more.
I waved at the building and the large crowd. “Judging by the popularity of his club, I wouldn’t doubt that. Women love a man who can provide. Now, I am going to say this one more time, as I am trying to do this without spreading all of Dillan’s business to the gossipy world. I am here to drop something off. Something he has been waiting for. Randy would have come himself, but he seems to… not be himself lately. He’s been confined to his apartment the last few days.”
The large one’s face changed slightly when I emphasized Randy’s name. It wasn’t much, but I was hoping it was recognition. My suspicions were confirmed when his eyes dropped to the purse I held tightly to my stomach. It was a cross-body strap, but one could never be too careful. Carrying 10,000 dollars in cash around was wearing on my nerves. Adding more figurative weight to my already weary shoulders.
“From Randy, you say?”
“Yes. Now can I see Dillan, or not?”
“Let her go, BoBo.” The main bouncer said softly. “She’s right, Dillan will want to see her.”
I giggled. “You’re BoBo?”
The large man eyed me. “What’s it to you?”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. That name was hilarious, but I didn’t think he was the kind to like being laughed at.
“Nothing really. Randy told me about you. The name stuck out.”
The main bouncer choked on the laugh he was trying to hide. BoBo smacked him on the shoulder then stepped to the door.
“Go wait at the bar, someone will tell you where to go from there.” He grumped at me as he pushed the door open.
I stepped through quickly, before he could change his mind. I turned to thank him, but the door was already closing.
I had to take a minute to steady myself as I took in a very unfamiliar environment. There were a few times growing up, when I wondered what it would be like to be a normal girl and go to clubs with my friends.
Judging by what I saw, I hadn’t missed much. Good to know.
I made my way to the bar to wait, and decided I could use something to help settle my nerves. I nearly changed my mind when I saw how busy it was. I tried to wave the bartender down, for both a drink, and directions on where to go from there, but that was not an easy thing to do.
It took ages, but I eventually made my way through the crowds and leaned halfway over the bar. I finally got the guy’s attention when, instead of a drink, I asked “where’s Dillan?”
He seemed a bit confused with how forward I was about it. I guess it came off like I knew the man, which I didn’t. He could be the bartender I was already talking to for all I knew.
“Uh.” The man looked around the club, still a bit off, then smiled in relief. “He’s at his booth. Follow the room around to your left. It’s the only booth roped off.”
