CHAPTER 7: Ellie
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“Ellie! Ellie!” Desire’s voice boomed through the Club.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Ellie mumbled as she stopped. The door was right there. Right there. She could make a run for it but everyone, including Marc, would be watching her.
“Ellie, come up here. I remember the chip you picked. You’re Green.” Desiree almost squealed with excitement. “Come here and meet your partner.”
“Ellie? Ha. She won’t play,” yelled Marc. “She doesn’t have the guts or desire to do anything exciting.”
Her back stiffened. She refused to let him win. It was just a game. A kiss under the mistletoe or something stupid like that. She’d do this and go home.
“You hush.” Desiree glared at Marc before turning back toward Ellie and smiling. “Everyone move out of her way. Let her thro
