Chapter 8
Jonah disappeared from Theo’s vision, along with the rest of the dance club, as a door shut in his face. Muffled beats of music vibrated the walls inside the supply closet. Each one built upon the next until the techno-driven rhythm made everything shake. If it weren’t for the soft skin and slender fingers tugging his clothes, he would have turned around and sucker punched his captor.
There was no need. Cee-Cee’s friend, Elle, came into view. She smiled deviously then placed her hand to his chest and pushed. His back smacked against the wall just as his chest warmed from her t**s pressing against it.
Elle was a little firecracker, for sure. He’d barely made it back from the men’s room when she opened the supply closet door, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him inside. Now she was
