"Let's go," Katherine beamed at the two ladies with her, watching with impatience as they walked like old women. "We will be late."

Lisa snorted. "Late? We are going to a club, not a meeting. There is nothing like being late."

Katherine rolled her eyes. There was no way to get to these women. "There is something like being late. Come on now. You are slowing me down." She rocked on her feet to show them that she was already anticipating dancing at the club.

"We are tired." Angela groaned. "Aren't you tired? It was a hectic day."

"I'm tired as well and that is why I'm going to the club," Katherine explained. "To dance away the fatigue."

"I would rather sleep the fatigue away." Lisa groaned.

"You are both boring. We promised to go to the club today." Katherine reminded them.

"Because we didn't know we were going to have hell at work today," Angela noted.

Katherine scoffed. "We always have hell at work. Hell comes with the job, you know that."

Angela shook her head and turned to Lisa. "I wonder where she gets her energy from."

"I know," Lisa chuckled. "She is weird, right?"

"I'm still here, ladies." Katherine chuckled.

"You were meant to hear." They laughed at Katherine.

Katherine ignored them both and continued walking. She smiled as she got to the entrance of the club, already nodding her head to the beats coming out of the building.

The bouncers buzzed her in, and she walked in, syncing immediately with the rhythm. She turned to see Lisa and Angela walk in and smiled at them.

"Glad you two finally made it." She grinned at them.

"Don't be ridiculous." They snorted at her and moved away.

"Where are you going?" She shouted at them over the loud music.

"Going to the bar to get ourselves cold drinks." They shouted back.

"I'm going to the dance floor." She told them.

"Good luck to you." Angela said, slipped her hand into Lisa's elbow and they both walked away.

After a few minutes of rocking on her feet, bobbing her head and twisting to the music, Katherine decided to join her friends at the bar.

"How are you, old ladies?" She teased them as she hopped on the stool beside them.

"We are good, wild cat." Lisa grinned.

"Are you feeling up for a dance now?" She asked them.

"No, I think we will stay here and watch the others dance," Angela said.

She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Boring girls."

"No. Tired career ladies."

"I guess I will have to stay here with you." She said, settling well on the stool.

"You should." Lisa smiled at her. "It is good for your health."

She turned to the bartender. "I will have what they are having."

Seconds later, a man walked to the bar and sat two stools away from the ladies. She glanced to find out who the newest addition was and blushed as she stared at him. 

He was breathtaking.

He turned and caught her staring. "Is there a problem?" He asked, sounding gruff and annoyed.

Katherine blushed, hating that she had been caught. "I think you are cute," she said.

"Cute is for kids." He growled and looked away.

"Katherine!" Lisa and Angela gasped. "What are you doing?"

She shrugged. "Was I supposed to feel embarrassed about staring at a gorgeous guy? Don't worry. That was me handling a situation in a cool way."

Angela shook her head. "She is lost." She said to Lisa. "You shouldn't have flirted with him at all." She scowled at Katherine.

"You should stop acting like my big sister, Angela," Katherine warned. "We are here to have fun, remember?"

"That," Angela said, pointing at the man. "is not the kind of fun you want to mess with."

"Do you know him?" Katherine asked. "Is he also in our industry?"

Lisa snorted and rolled her eyes. "It's more amazing that you don't know who he is. He is not in the fashion industry but deals with chemicals."

"So?" Katherine shrugged her shoulders.

Angela sighed. "You should read more newspapers and blogs than fashion magazines, girl."

Katherine rolled her eyes. She worked as a PR manager in the demanding fashion industry. Magazines were definitely what she should read more.

"Just tell me who he is and get this drama over with." She sighed.

"He is bad news. Don't get involved with him." Lisa said.

"He is gorgeous." She defended him. "How can that be bad news?"

"He is a gorgeous but arrogant person, girl." Angela insisted. 

Lisa yawned. "I think I'm more tired than I am. I should call it a night." She stood up.

Angela stood up with her. "I will go with you. Are you coming, Kate?"

She shook her head. "At this time? The night is still young."

Angela nodded. "I thought as much. Don't stay out too late though."

"I won't." She promised and walked them to the door.

She went to the dance floor again instead of going back to sit alone at the bar. After a few minutes of dancing, she felt her throat parched and moved to the bar.

"A drink, please." She said to the bartender as she settled on a stool.

"Do you dance wildly like that always or is it because you think I'm cute and think I might be watching?"

She turned to the 'gorgeous bad news' and stared. He was talking to her.

"My dancing had nothing to do with you. Don't feel arrogant." She said and took a sip of her drink, feeling the cool rush sliding down and soothing her throat.

He laughed. "I'm always arrogant."

She was starting to think the girls were right about him, but his voice and laugh did some strange stuff to her belly.

"Good for you," she replied.

"I take it you always dance wildly." He continued.

"Should I take it that you are chatty now?" 

His eyes arched as if sensing the challenge in her words and accepting them.

"You called me cute. I'm not. I'm more than that."

"I can see that." She grinned.

He was surprisingly easy to talk to, and she was starting to enjoy the teasing.

"Do you dance wildly only on the dance floor?" He suddenly asked, holding her gaze.

She almost spat the drink in her mouth.

 "What?" She gasped.

She knew what he meant though. 

He smiled, a slow smile that morphed his gorgeous hard features into something more beautiful and enchanting. She wondered how possible that was.

"I am curious to know what other wild moves you have."

"Don't ask if you don't want to know." She smiled.

"Who says I don't? Should we check those moves out now?" He asked, his gaze on her lips and trailing down her body.

She shivered with heat. He is bad news and not the type you want to mess with. The words rang in her head, but she ignored them and smiled at him.

"Let's go." She agreed.

It wasn't her first time having a one-night stand with a stranger and she didn't understand why the girls were making a big deal of this.

Moreover, what was the point of being wild and enjoying your youth if you were afraid of testing your limits?