Staring into the large expanse of Elsie's wardrobe I'm feeling overwhelmed for choice and a tad frightened. It's jam-packed and even price tags dangle off some of the items. A damn mall would have fewer choices. Draining the last of my beer, I retrieve another stubby from the fridge. Luckily one of Elsie's flings had left a six-pack in there since I don't drink wine. I call out to Elsie if she needs a refill.

"Hell yes! You're a mind-reader," her voice drifts from the bathroom. I bring the entire wine bottle into the bathroom and top up her glass. "Thank you," she says gratefully before going back to concentrating on her mascara. I wander into her bedroom sipping on my beer and continue my hunt for the perfect dress.

It's a couple of hours later when we're finally ready. After my eleventh wardrobe change, I'm finally happy with the outfit. My little black dress is short, shorter than what I'd typically wear but the plunging neckline makes me feel undeniably sexy. Elsie looks incredible in a backless red dress which leaves little to the imagination.

By now, I'm well and truly tipsy, the alcohol burning away my fear and apprehension living a ball of excitement in my belly. We order a taxi and head down to the foyer, making it outside just as the taxi pulls up. The car ride is surprisingly short and we pile out of the cab around the corner from the club. I gulp at the length of the line as Elsie raises an eyebrow.

"Remember our names are at the door?" I nod but feel guilty as we pass by the throng of people queued up, just how long have they been waiting? Elsie glides passed wearing the hugest grin she can muster. She approaches the Bouncer confidently and tells him our names. The burly man checks his list and nods, unhooking the rope barrier so we can enter. I breathe out, relieved and Elsie shoots me a smile. She hooks her arm in mine as we walk up the steps into the club.

"Damn my teeny bladder. I'm off to the ladies, do you mind ordering me a cocktail?" Elsie points close by to where the toilets are. Having already reached the comfortable tipsy stage I shrug my shoulders, not bothered at being left alone in a strange new place.

"Sure."

Elsie shuffles off to the toilet in her ridiculously high heels as I ascend the steps into the swankiest lounge I've seen. The VIP room is such a contrast to the dank city street outside. My eyes sweep over the sparse crowd, taking in all the leather-upholstered booths, black lacquered tables and the good looking occupants; I half expect to see someone famous. Sidling up the bar, a bartender immediately asks me for my order. Elsie hadn't specified what cocktail she wanted, so I lean my elbows up on the marble countertop and order two of my favourite drinks. The loud music flooding the room makes my hips sway unconsciously.

"Hey beautiful," I hear a deep voice murmur in my ear as two strong hands land on either side of my hips. I yelp and jump around to see who grabbed me. Before raising my hand to swat the assailant away, a gasp escapes my lips. Woah! The most attractive set of blue eyes heat me up with their lustful gaze. He licks his lips drawing my eyes down to his mouth. Somehow it's even sexier than his eyes. The alcohol singing in my veins has me wanting to bite his bottom lip. "You took my breath away the second you walked in here."

This guy is smooth like ridiculously slick - he could be a leader of a cult.

"You're not looking so bad yourself there handsome." My murmur feels like a colossal understatement as my eyes wander down from his face. I smile wide while taking in his crisp white button-down shirt with a loose collar and navy chinos. Beneath his fancy clothes this guy looks all muscle something I'm not normally attracted to, but right now, hot damn he's my type.

"Let me show you our booth," I feel his hand thread through mine as he pulls me away from the bar to a nearby booth. Our booth. He signals the bartender and gestures to the table which I hope conveys the message to 'bring drinks here'. I'm giddy with compliance and almost trip over my heels to follow. How is it possible to feel intoxicated by someone's presence? The table is nearby the bar and dimly lit that I forgive myself for not noticing the hotty when I scoped out the room.

We slide into the empty booth and the tiny piece of fabric Elsie calls a dress rides higher up my thigh. I'm not the only one to notice but my hand's still clasped in his the other holding my clutch so I can't pull the material back down. "Damn this dress should be illegal. Did you wear it just to torment every man in the club?"

"Just you." I tease while fluttering my eyelashes. Before I can ask his name, soft lips are locked onto my own, his other hand cupping my cheek. I'm beyond shocked by the tender assault but feel absolutely no desire to shove him away. He deepens the kiss pushing his hot tongue into my mouth making me moan at the feel of it.

"Fuck baby," he whispers against my lips before our mouths collide together deeper than before. This is more PDA than I've succumbed to in my entire life and with a complete stranger. Just what the hell am I doing? Yet burning desire compels me to continue discovering his hot mouth. I'll be signing up for his sect before the hours passed at this rate.

His warm hand works its way up the silky smooth skin of my leg but I barely register as he continues to devour me. Brazenly I nip the bottom of his lip just like I fantasised about minutes before. He groans a deep rumble into my mouth which sends my heart hammering in my chest. How does he make a groan sound so hot?

His hand trails up higher, and I gasp as he traces the dainty lace of my panties. The intimate touch snaps me out of my trance and I have enough sense and decency to pull back in shock. His gaze is smoulderingly sexy, he's not at all embarrassed about stroking my underwear in the five minutes of meeting each other. Though my recent behaviour may have him convinced I'm easy, typically I'm quite the opposite.

"What's wrong?" he chuckles at my expression. "You know how biting my lip sends me wild Elle." My eyes widen in horror at the realisation that my sexy stranger thinks I'm a certain someone else.

"Wha..." I begin to splutter when Elsie appears by the booth.

"Hey Jay!" Elsie says with a beaming smile. "I see you've met Kyra," she pats my arm in consolation. I don't know whether she saw us make out or can guess what happened by my reddened cheeks, swollen lips and horrified expression but I'm beyond mortified.

"Elle, what the fuck? Why didn't you tell me you have a twin," Jay stammers, looking back and forth between us. Elsie slides into the opposite side of the booth still grinning ear to ear. A deep blush spreads across his face at least I'm not the only one who's ashamed.

"Jay, sorry I didn't explain that my friend and I look alike, but I didn't think you'd get all handsy in public. Let alone molest the poor girl," Jay averts his eyes to the table, swallowing hard.

"Fuck I'm so sorry," he murmurs wiping a hand across his face.

Elsie turns to me with a smile, "Are you OK Kyra you look a little stunned? I'm really sorry about this," I nod, slowly recovering myself as her words put me at ease. I'm also relieved she's not angry at me, it was just a case of mistaken identity. He hadn't meant to kiss me at all.

Of course, the hottest kiss of my life wasn't meant for me.

Thankfully, our drinks are delivered at that moment.

"Oh, so what did you order?"

"Strawberry Mojitos," I mumble handing Elsie a highball glass, and immediately swallowing down some of mine. I'm impressed they went to the effort to rim the glass with strawberry jelly crystals and extravagantly garnished it with strawberries and lime wedges.

"I've only ever had normal Mojitos," she takes a sip and smiles happily. "This I like, you can keep your nasty beer though." I nod and take another large gulp hoping it cools my face down and helps me forget the last five minutes.

"You like beer, Kyra?" Jay asks in surprise.

"Mostly Australian lagers." I shrug wondering if I have him to thank for my pre-drinks. He nods before taking a swig of his glass. I think he's drinking honey whiskey judging by the taste of his mouth. I ignore that thought and swallow down another sip of my drink as a handful of people approach the booth.

"Let me introduce you two to everyone." The tension eases as Jay acquaints us with his group of friends but their names escape me as I struggle to hear over the thumping bass. It seems like the music in the club has just increased several decibels.

Elsie greets a few acquaintances but thankfully is back by my side in less than a minute. We attempt to talk, but the music is making my bones rattle. I take the last guzzle of my cocktail, hoping that the alcohol will blur my sudden shyness, but that mistaken kiss was sobering. I look over to Elsie, she gestures to my empty drink, and we slink off to the bar for a refill.

"How can they even talk sitting under those speakers?" I wonder out loud.

"Beats me. Let's stay by the bar and then mingle on the dance floor if you feel up for it." I'm thrilled by her words. I was worried she would ditch me for Jay, but she doesn't seem that keen on him.

"Sounds good to me. But don't you want to spend time with Jay?" I ask as we sit by the bar waiting for our second round.

Elsie shrugs, "I'm here to have fun not hang off his side like a handbag." Then her face erupts into a grin. "Besides, it looks like he's got eyes for someone else," I glance over to see Jay and one of his friend's dressed in a suit staring at me. I feel my face heat up again as I look quickly away. "I'm just playing with you," Elsie says teasingly, but then her tone becomes serious. "But you will tell me if you feel uncomfortable, right? I'm sorry about before; we're just casual so I don't understand why he would try that on."

"I'm OK. I didn't realise you two knew each other until he said your name. It just shocked more than anything..." I think of his hot lips on me, demanding yet sweet and the way he clutched my face possessively. I never knew such a kiss was possible in real life just something I'd read in a book. "You're not mad? I'd be beyond pissed if a guy I was dating kissed another girl like that."

Elsie shakes her head at my question as I use my straw to stab at the ice in my empty cocktail. I don't want to think about that kiss anymore.

"I'm not a jealous person. I've never had anything serious before. I wouldn't even know how to be a girlfriend," Elsie says with a smile. "I like simple, and relationships sound complicated."

"Maybe you haven't met the right person yet?" I throw out more trying to distract myself at this point when an idea strikes me. Alcohol and lots of it will make the memory of that kiss fade.