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sudden become the hottest spot in the biggest city in America—all thanks to Alex.
    As such, he felt pretty confident when he took Brooklyn’s hand, walked her right past the line of hopefuls waiting to get in, and straight up to the bouncer, Tyrone. In Alex’s profession, it paid to remember names.
    “Alex, my man!” Tyrone exclaimed.
    “Hey, Tyrone,” Alex responded, raising his fist to bump the one Tyrone offered him. “How’s it going?”
    “Can’t complain. Can’t complain,” Tyrone said. “Thanks to you.”
    Alex smiled. Even though the bottom line was the most important thing in his business, it was always good when each and every employee was happy. Alex had learned a long time ago, the two usually went hand in hand.
    Tyrone leaned in closer to him, a curious expression on his face. Alex took a startled step back in response.
    The bouncer looked at Alex, then over to Brooklyn, then back at Alex.
    “Yo, girl, you know you wrong for that,” he said, giving Brooklyn a scornful frown, which was countered by his inability to keep the laughter from his voice. “How you gonna have my man runnin’ round town lookin’ like this?”
    Alex turned to her in confusion. She was giving Tyrone a tart, little smirk.
    “That’s what he gets for stealing things that aren’t his,” she turned to Alex with a satisfied smile, “like seats…and kisses. ”
    “Is someone going to clue me in here?” he finally asked.
    “Yo, man,” Tyrone said, the laugher breaking through. “I can let you in despite them clothes, but that Marilyn Manson shit? It gots to go.” He pointed to Alex’s lips as though that clarified things.
    Alex reached a fingertip up to his lips. As he pulled it away he saw the purplish black lipstick, a remnant of Brooklyn’s own personal choice of lip color.
    Holy fuck!
    He gave her an accusatory glare. She just smirked in response.
    “You let me sit through the whole second half like this?” he asked incredulously, as he furiously wiped the lipstick off his lips. No wonder she didn’t want him going to the bathroom during the game.
    “Serves you right,” she retorted. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about kissing someone without permission.”
    As he continued to wipe the make up from his lips he couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.
    Point one, Brooklyn.

Chapter Five
    T he music hit Brooklyn hard as soon as they walked in. She immediately realized there was no way she was getting information out of Alex; at least not any information that she could hear. She was tempted to turn around and walk right out, but she was curious about the hottest new club in town. Truth be told, she was a bit curious about this guy as well.
    The pulse of the beat reverberated through her body as she followed Alex further in. She looked out onto the packed dance floor, where people who were far more dressed to impress than she was grinded up against one another. She looked down at her own outfit which, if the tiny spandex dresses surrounding her were any indication, showed far too little skin. Alex was ahead of her wearing the uniform of your average hipster in his fitted jeans, well-worn t-shirt, and black Chuck Taylors.
    Lest she get the idea that their inappropriate attire might make them unwelcome, they were both stopped by a rather stunning young blonde holding a tray of drinks. Brooklyn looked down at the uniform that highlighted the best parts of her—which was every part. It was a black corset top with rhinestone covered cups and matching, black booty-shorts. Other than the black shoes, that was pretty much it.
    “Alex!” she squealed. Brooklyn felt a brief flash of jealousy run through her as the girl stretched up on her toes to kiss him on the cheek. Apparently, Alex knew more than just the bouncer.
    “Head on up,” the girl yelled over the music. “I’ll get you a few shots, on the house of course.” She smiled and winked as she walked away to deliver the drinks already in her hand.
    As