Later that evening, the girls gathered in Savannah's room to get ready. The rooftop bar sounded like a lot of fun. It was fairly new, but who didn't love partying on a rooftop? With the warmer weather, it was certain to be crowded. Savannah did not mind because they would not be in a confined space. There will be enough air coming in to prevent her from feeling claustrophobic.
That is exactly how she feels right now, piled in her bathroom with Violet and Maeve. They were all getting ready together as a tradition, and Savannah had the largest room. The bathroom was large, but not enough for the three of them to use the mirrors as they were.
That is why Savannah rushed through her makeup to get out of their way. While they were preoccupied with that, Savannah put on her evening attire. She wore fishnet stockings underneath her leather, more like pleather, black shorts. Her white corset was tight around her upper body, giving her the hourglass figure she so desperately desired. The corset had a hint of sparkle to it, making it shine even in the moonlight. It was only fitting that she wore her high-knee boots to finish the look.
Savannah was pleased with her choices for tonight, but the thought of meeting Wyatt made her nervous. What would he be like? How could she tell whether it was him or not? Of course, her friends will be present, but that does not mean they will be available to introduce them. She secretly hoped he was a jerk so she could easily let him down. However, the way they described him made him appear as sweet as candy.
"I just know you will love him, Sav," Violet exclaimed as she exited the bathroom. Her outfit consisted of tight, high-waisted jeans, a purple tube top, and matching heels. Savannah smiled in awe, enjoying seeing Violet in heels. They made her long legs appear longer.
Still, she was undecided about meeting Wyatt. "I don't know," she pondered while spraying herself with perfume. "I think I might be a little too...dramatic for his taste."
Violet scoffed. "Oh, please, he is not much of a talker, but I have a feeling he would enjoy talking to you," she winked.
Savannah rolled her eyes. "We will see; I am just glad to get this over with," she confessed.
Violet looked at her friend, slightly annoyed. She suspected she knew why Savannah was acting the way she was, but she refused to tell her. Instead, Violet's goal was to inspire her friend to have fun. At the very least, spend one night with someone completely new and available. This Debbie-downer attitude was not going to cut it tonight. They were headed to a rooftop bar, for crying out loud!
"See, this is why shit never works out for you," Violet began lecturing. "If you go in with this attitude, you are not going to have fun."
Savannah pursed her lips, despite knowing her friend was right. "What's the point in optimism if I know it's just going to end in sorrow?" She wondered.
As much as it would be great to have a fun lookout on the matter, Savannah simply couldn't. Every time she tried to invest in something, it always failed. Her bad luck began when Carson moved to Arizona. She could not tell if life was dealing her a bad hand or if she was to blame. The only thing she knew was that anything good in her life would soon be taken away. Look what happened to her parents!
Wyatt may very well be sweet and kind, but Savannah didn't want to get too attached, and then he left her without so much as a phone call. The person she gave her heart to did it years ago and never picked up the phone. If the same thing were to happen to Wyatt, she would be completely over life.
Before Violet could respond, Maeve emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a short red dress that barely covered her bottom. One gust of wind and anyone is surely to see everything she's got going on under there. Savannah bet that was her intention, as the girl could not go a second without drawing attention to herself. This night was supposed to be about Savannah finding a date, but it seemed to be about everything else.
Maeve, smiling flirtatiously, did not have time to listen to Savannah's sob story. Her only mission was to impress Carson. "Put all that mushy shit to the side; I'm trying to go get laid!" Maeve yelled, excited.
Even though she disliked the idea, Savannah could not help but laugh at her overly sexual friend. "When are you not trying to get laid?" She asked her sarcastically.
Maeve shrugged. "When I'm working," she said, grabbing her clutch. "Now let's go! The party waits for no one."
Savannah stood up, sighed, and walked out of her room with the girls. Cole and Carson were waiting in the living room for them to finish, and Savannah could hear them bantering about whatever they liked to talk about. They fell silent the moment Maeve walked in, as she was the first one out. She did look great, much to Savannah's disappointment, but Maeve looked good in everything. It probably helps that she is a health-conscious person.
Savannah hesitated as she walked down the hallway. If they were hooting and hollering for Maeve, she would not get the same reaction. Comparing herself to her friend was not an ideal situation because they were two completely different people. Most importantly, Maeve was more willing to put herself out there. Savannah was the polar opposite, with a constant desire to keep Carson's attention. It was ridiculous, but that is how she felt either way.
So, when she walked into the living room, her gaze immediately fell on Carson. His short hair was loosely styled. She found the white shirt and chain he wore fascinating. It was simple fashion, but he made it look great because his muscles stood out above all else. He bore a smirk that always penetrated the depths of her soul. Igniting an unstoppable fire. He was gorgeous, and she desired every aspect of him.
"Damn baby," he whistled. "For a girl who has never attended a party, you certainly know how to dress for one."
Savannah rolled her eyes but smiled, indicating that she appreciated his compliment. "Just because I live in my cave doesn't mean I don't know the appropriate attire for tonight's events." She nudged his shoulder. "You...also look great."
"Hmm, you hesitated when you said that," he joked. "I think you're lying."
This time, Savannah smirked. "Who knows; maybe I am."
They stood inches apart, as if having a staring contest. Savannah felt compelled to touch him after what happened earlier today. A simple hug would be harmless, but Savannah knew that if she felt any part of his body against hers, she would instantly want to recreate their scene in the living room.
Of course, there was no time for that because they needed to leave. Wyatt could be waiting there already without them even knowing it. Wasting time flirting with Carson would always be on her mind, but tonight he had to be put on the back burner.
"Alright, love birds, it's time to go," Cole teased them both as their faces turned crimson. Cole could not stop laughing at the sight.
Maeve, clearly irritated, took it upon herself to wrap her arm around Carson's as they walked the streets of Manhattan. Savannah stayed behind with Violet, trying to suppress any emotions she might have had about Maeve getting so close to him. She had no idea why she had made it her mission to taunt her. This behavior had previously occurred, but Savannah was unconcerned about previous men. Carson was different, and Maeve was stepping on her toes in an unsettling way. Are they not supposed to be friends?
One day, she might confront Maeve about her behavior, but for now, her gaze was drawn to the top of the building, where Club Rendezvous was located. As they waited in line to get inside, she could hear music and people screaming. It was fairly long, with everyone and their mother attempting to reach the top. Savannah had no idea how long the wait would be, but it could last anywhere from 5 minutes to an hour. Surely, Wyatt would have left by then.
A few minutes had passed, and the line had only moved up once. It was a relatively new club, and many people wanted to try it at least once. Savannah was already becoming agitated due to the long wait time. Standing here without even a drink was sapping her optimism for tonight's outing.
"Okay, we definitely should have pregamed before coming here," Savannah said, glancing to the front of the line. "We're never going to get in this way."
Violet agreed and pulled out her phone. "Here, let me text Wyatt," she said, quickly typing on her phone.
Savannah scoffed. "If he gets us in, I will love him forever," she joked.
Cole smiled. "Were you not going to give him a chance before then?" He pried.
"What? I was..." Savannah said, though that was very obviously a lie.
Cole could tell she was lying when she said "Savannah."
She groaned. "Okay, maybe not, but can you blame me?" She asked him, as he knew what her true feelings were.
He could not blame her, but he did not want her to keep getting her hopes up. "I'm not sure if that's worth waiting for at the moment." Cole pointed in his brother's direction.
Savannah followed his finger, only to be horrified by what she saw. Carson had his arm around Maeve's waist, and she was putting on an innocent girl act to win him over. Savannah became curious about what they were discussing when she batted her eyelashes and blushed. Their voices came out in whispers, making it difficult for her to understand. What was understood, however, was her heart's reaction to their closeness. Why her?
Cole's point was understood, but Violet had already found their solution before she could speak.
"Let's head to the front, people! Wyatt has a spot for us!" she yelled at her friends.
They trudged to the front of the line and gave the bouncers their names. Fortunately, he let them in, and after showing their ID and being searched, they were finally in the rooftop bar. Savannah had expected the bar to be crowded, with people dancing and brightly colored lights. She had never been in a scene like this before, but after tonight, she could get used to it.
Violet led them all to the section Wyatt said he had for them, and Savannah was pleased to see his face. His wavy black hair framed his face beautifully. He had some facial hair, but not as much as Carson. It was still in excellent condition and fit perfectly against his jawbone. His eyes were hazel, and he smiled while maintaining an intense glare. Savannah was not sure if he was happy or angry, but she knew he was beautiful.
Every one of her friends greeted him without hesitation, including Carson, who was not his biggest fan. Savannah felt out of place because she had never met him before this point. This night was supposed to be about them getting to know each other, but she was already captivated by his mere appearance. She may not have known what to say, but she knew what she liked, and he was it.
After everyone else had said hello, Violet grabbed Savannah's hand and dragged her in front of him. "Wyatt, this is Savannah, the friend I told you about," she introduced them.
The expression on his face was clear as he smiled even harder. "Hi Savannah, I'm Wyatt," he said, sticking his hand out for her to shake.
Hearing his voice sent shivers down her spine. It was melodically pleasing. Like, if they were not in a club, she could fall asleep just hearing him talk. His hand was soft but held a tight grip as Savannah's eyes focused on their fingers intertwined. She never expected to find someone as attractive as Carson, but there Wyatt stood.
When she realized she had not said anything, she shook herself out of her trance and smiled slightly at him. "Nice to meet you; I have heard so much," she finally said.
He chuckled. "Hopefully, good things," he said, winking.
Savannah felt her heart melt at his gesture because it suited him perfectly. Violet smirked as if she had accomplished her goal. "Well, I'm going to get a drink. Be right back!" She yelled even though there were drinks present.
Savannah tried to call out to her, but she had already left. Maeve also decided to leave, dragging Carson onto the dance floor with her. Everyone was disappearing like flies, and Savannah, unprepared for this environment, decided to stay with Wyatt.
When he noticed she had not moved, he grabbed a bottle of tequila. "Would you like a drink?" He asked the nervous girl in front of him.
Savannah took a deep breath and nodded as she picked up a small glass from the table. "You bought us a section and a bottle of tequila. You must know the owner to obtain special privileges." She smirked as he filled her glass.
Wyatt's brow rose. "I know them very well," he confirmed.
Savannah's eyes widened. "I was just kidding; I had no idea it was true." She was shocked.
He chuckled. "My father owns several nightclubs throughout New York. This is the newest of the bunch," he explained to her.
She looked at him in shock, her lips lining the rim of her glass. The idea that Wyatt's father owned nightclubs astounded her. He must be from a wealthy family to own several of them and open a new one. She had heard Wyatt was nice, but she did not know anything about his family. Maeve most likely had no idea Wyatt's father owned the property when she suggested coming here. That was big news to share.
Savannah looked at him, curious, as she sipped her drink. "Is this all he does? Run nightclubs?" She wondered.
Wyatt shook his head. "He dabbles in other endeavors. Nightclubs are just something he's hyper-fixated on at the moment," he shrugged. "So far, it seems to be working."
Savannah smiled. "Think you'll ever run your own business?" She had no idea why she was asking all of these questions, but it felt natural to talk to him.
"No way, it's too much work. Plus, I'm not much of a talker to handle the business aspect." He admitted.
Savannah laughed this time around. "You could have fooled me. You've talked to me just fine."
He smirked. "Well, with a beautiful girl like you, any guy would want to talk your ear off."
Her cheeks flushed as she drank more from her glass. So far, Wyatt has been an interesting person who has no problem expressing his interest in Savannah. She liked how he did not come on too strong and gave her space to ask him questions without making it awkward. Maybe getting to know him was not such a bad idea.
What was a bad idea was turning her gaze to the dance floor. She saw Carson and Maeve once more, too close for comfort. She should not have been worried, but she could not stop herself from becoming enraged. If tonight was not supposed to be about Wyatt, she would have said something. Instead, she finished the rest of her tequila before pouring some more and drinking it as well. Her throat burned, but that does not matter right now.
She poured another glass before chugging it. Her throat screamed at her to stop, but the only way to avoid thinking about what Carson was doing was to drink.
Savannah grabbed Wyatt's arm as the effects of the liquor began to take over. "Want to dance, pretty boy?"She cooed.
Wyatt laughed. "I don't think you want me out there dancing with you," he said. "I'm not that great."
"This is a club. You don't need to be great; you only need to have fun," she convinced him.
Unable to refute her point, he sipped from his glass once more before being led to the floor by Savannah. She avoided Carson and focused her attention on Wyatt as they swayed to the beat together. After consuming more tequila, she found herself grinding up against him. It was not her idea of fun, and she was doing it for all the wrong reasons, but Savannah felt free for the first time in years.