Eleni
Sean leers at us through the whole ferry ride and the taxi to the massive club in the city. If I thought Piacere was loud, that’s only because I didn’t know how loud things could get. I can almost taste the music in here, and people are packed in so tightly I can’t remember the last time I took a breath that wasn’t mostly someone else’s hair. At least it makes walking in the heels easier. There’s nowhere to fall.
Gianna clings onto my hand, my only anchor in the storm. I squeeze her and try to seem ditzy when I’m also just trying to think around the crowd.
“So.” Sean puts a hand on the small of my back. “Drink first? Bad boyfriend, right? I could treat you better.”
I’m about to force myself to laugh when Gianna plucks his hand off.
“She’s looking for help, Sean, not a quick fuck
