Zina's POV
The car rolled to a stop, and I stared out the window, my heart thundering in my chest. Neon lights lit up the street, casting pink and purple glows on the sidewalk. I squinted at the sign above the entrance, hoping—praying—that my eyes were playing tricks on me.
Velvet Nights Gentlemen's Club.
I blinked, my stomach flipping. Was this a joke? A strip club? Jared brought me to a freaking strip club?
The driver cleared his throat. "We're here."
I glanced at him, then back at the sign. For a second, I debated telling him to turn the car around. But then Jared's text echoed in my head: Don't keep me waiting.
I groaned, pulling at the hem of my dress. "Thanks," I mumbled, stepping out of the car. The heels I'd decided to wear clacked loudly against the pavement, and I felt like every eye in the world was suddenly on me.
