A few groans and curse words were tossed my way as the rope was lifted, and I made my way inside with nothing more than a friendly handshake with Tony. Colossal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Velvet curtains were sectioned-off intimate seating areas for more elite guests. With the lights off, it would have reminded me of the entrance to a grand palace or an opera house. But with the DJ spinning chart-topping music and hundreds of flashing lights moving in every direction, it was like watching the elegance of the old world colliding with the chaotic new planet we’d created.

During our quick handshake, Tony had mentioned that he’d saved a spot for me in the VIP section, due to one of the calls I’d made after my long shower and dinner. I was one of the richest men in the city, but even I wouldn’t just show up here, demanding shit. I could be polite… if the situation called for it.

Not wanting to disappear into the VIP section quite yet, I headed toward the bar, hoping to spend some quality time checking out the scenery. As I approached, I found myself grinning from ear to ear. Women in short skirts and high heels for miles waited, some leaning over the bar for drinks and others dancing to the pulsating beat of the music, and I felt nearly intoxicated. It was paradise, and I was in dire need of a vacation.

The bar was circular and had eight men tending it.

Great, I’d never get a drink.

It was general knowledge that male bartenders earned more tips from women than they did from men, so being a guy at a bar filled with women meant I was practically invisible. I could head over to the VIP section and have a cold drink in my hands in a matter of minutes, no doubt delivered by a gorgeous female, but the whole point to VIP was privacy, and I wasn’t quite ready for that.

I needed someone, or a few someones, to enjoy that privacy with.

Otherwise, it would be just like the rest of my life, only with better drinks and louder music.

“Hey there, need a hand?”

I turned to my left to find a beautiful redhead watching me with captivating brown eyes. I took a moment to blatantly check her out. She wasn’t dressed like some high-class hooker, like most of the women here, but she wasn’t trying for modestly either. The fabric of her black dress flowed seamlessly, barely covering her ass. It gave me a nice view of her more than ample cleavage, too, thanks to two thin straps and a plunging neckline that showcased all of her assets well.

Yes, she’ll do nicely.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, stepping close to talk over the bass.