What could Jordan say? “What time do you want to meet up?”
Later that evening, they decided to keep Ellie out of the plans. With Jordan and Aric in a brand-new relationship, the last thing she wanted was for Ellie to feel conflicted over taking sides. Jordan was curious to know why the wolf had wanted to hurt her. It could just be something as simple as hating humans, but instinct told her there was more going on.
They sat in Emma’s car. Groups of people entered the non-descript building. Her stomach churned. She turned to her friends.
“Horny Wolfe?”
Emma shrugged and bit her lip attempting to hide her laughter. “I didn’t come up with the name, I just found the place.”
“There’s probably an orgy going on in there. And since I am the one looking for the white wolf, I think I should go inside first and make sure it’s safe before you two come in.”
“What?”
“No”
Nic and Emma replied at the same time.
“If there’s an orgy going on, I want to watch.” Nic stared at the entrance with a frown.
Emma laughed. “Perv.”
“Shut up, you know you wanna watch too.”
“Listen to me. If we all go in there and something goes wrong, who’s going to get help?” Jordan highly doubted that the single wolf, if it were there, would attack her in a place filled with Mason’s guards. Not when the Wolfes’ were known for protecting humans.
“Fine, Nic stays, and I go with you.” Emma pulled out her Taser.
“Emma, no. I am the only one that knows what I’m looking for. One human may be strange in there, but two of us will surely call attention.” Possibly the wrong, growly type.
Something about Jordan had turned that wolf aggressive. She needed to know what.
“Here,” Emma slapped an earpiece into her hand. “Try not to lose this one.”
“We’ll stay in constant communication and if anything happens we’ll come in to get you and get back-up.” Nic held on to her cell phone. “But if there’s no danger and there’s an orgy happening, let a woman know.”
After putting on the earpiece and opening communication with Emma, Jordan stepped out of the car. Her short dress fluttered around mid-thigh, caressing her overheated skin. She wiped her sweaty palms on the sides of her clingy dress. Her heels clicked on the pavement, bringing her closer to the entrance and a club filled with paranormals. Nerves on edge, she smiled at the doorman. The giant bulky man frowned. He lowered to her height and sniffed by her neck.
“Are you sure you should be here?” His low growl made her teeter on the verge of heading back to the car.
She smiled brightly. “Yes. Can I go in?”
He stared at her for a moment. A ring of gold circled his iris. “Seek the bartender if you encounter problems.”
“Are you there?” She whispered.
“We’re here. Are you okay?” Emma was worried.
“Yes. I just wanted to make sure we were still connected.” Jordan shivered down a darkened hallway and stopped at a second door. Her impulse was to turn around. The sound of music and moaning came from the other side of the new metal door. She reached for the handle. Someone turned the knob before she had a chance to grab it. Pulsing beats filled the large space. Bodies swayed into each other, rubbing and caressing. The lights flickered with the beat of the music. She squinted and headed for the bar.
Slipping between couples dancing, groping, and making out was harder than she’d anticipated. By the time she reached the bar she was hot and sweaty. Not to mention she’d swear someone groped her a few times.
“What can I get you?”
She turned to the female bartender. The woman had short dark hair with a purple streak on the side. Jordan didn’t scare easy, but the way the woman smiled at her, as if she could see right into her head made her more than a little uneasy.
“I’m…some water please.”
The last thing she needed was to get drunk in a place filled with paranormals.
“I doubt a pretty little human like you came all the way in here just to drink the water,” she whispered, leaning over the bar.
Jordan glanced around the place, watching the couples gyrating in the dance floor.
“I was looking for someone.” She attempted to evade the all-knowing eyes on the bartender.
There were too many people in the club. It had been a mistake to think she’d be able to recognize the white wolf as a human in the flickering lights of a place filled with shifters and other creatures.
“I’ve seen a lot of shifters in here. The one you seek is gone. You better go before you find yourself in trouble.”
Jordan opened her mouth to question the woman, but a group of patrons asked for drinks.
“Okay, Jordan. We heard that. Come out and let’s go. The longer you’re in there, the more nervous it makes me,” Emma ordered.
“Too bad, I was really starting to like the whole growling atmosphere—” Jordan turned, bumping into someone in the process. Someone way too close. She glanced up into angry—oh boy—grey eyes.