I stepped out of Danson's Rolls Royce and walked towards the main premises as I carefully calculated my steps to make sure they were perfect. I knew that at every point in time, the rich guy I was looking for, could have probably been looking at me and I didn't want to ruin my chances. Jane and Tracy scuttled behind to catch up with me and I immediately signalled for them to comport themselves. It was my lucky night and they didn't dare try to compromise it.
"So ladies, this is the regular section, that is the VIP and the other one there is the VVIP," Our Mr Cute announced. "Where do you want to sit?"
We exchanged surprise gazes before Tracy finally spoke up.
"You brought us here, we've never been here before so we sit wherever you choose," she replied.
"VVIP then," said Danson.
My jaw dropped for quite some minutes and my lower lip suddenly became too heavy to join her sister in the upper half of my mouth. I coudn't stop looking at him with a mixture of admiration and wonder. How did he intend to sponsor three girls including himself in the VVIP section of an already expensive bar. Then it occured to me at that moment that I needed to find out what Danson was doing for a living.
"What does he do?" I whispered to Tracy after shifting to maintain close proximity with her.
"Are you here for an FBI work or you are here to have fun?" Tracy said with a funny look on her face. I was so angry and disappointed. Why coudn't she just answer the damn question? I looked at her and shook my head vigorously.
(To be continued)