46. Caught

Alina's Pov

As I stepped into the club, the bass thumped through the air, pulsating against my skin with every beat. The dim lights swirled around the dance floor, casting shadows that danced in rhythm to the music. I could feel the atmosphere charged with energy, tingling with anticipation.

As I made my way through the crowd, I couldn't help but notice the eyes on me. It wasn't just the casual glances; it was the way they lingered, filled with hunger and desire. It sent a thrill down my spine, a rush of exhilaration mixed with a hint of danger.

Approaching the bar, I caught the bartender's eye and leaned in, raising my voice slightly over the music. "Four shots of tequila, please," I requested, a smirk playing on my lips as I glanced around the crowded room.

The bartender nodded, a knowing smile flickering across his face as he poured the amber liquid into the shot glasses. "Here you go," he said, sliding them across the counter towards me.

"Thanks," I replied, my voice low and husk