The air inside Ariana’s staff apartment was tight with nervous energy and the heavy scent of hairspray. Ariana pulled a sleek black dress over her head, the unwelcome mark left by Mateo's rude, dominant examination earlier that day.He thinks he can control me?Ariana stared at her reflection. She looked fire. Tonight was about proving her independence, about burning the memory of his touch out of her system.The doorbell rang. Camila was a cyclone of excitement and high fashion, already halfway out the door before Ariana could grab her tiny clutch."You look amazing, Ari. Now, let’s go find a man who doesn't treat you like a disobedient subordinate!" Camila said, throwing her car keys into the air."No hospital talk," Ariana commanded, sliding into the passenger seat of Camila's small, sporty car. "Tonight, I'm just an American girl who hates her boss."The club, Tribunal, was a living, breathing wall of bass, sweat, and flashing colored lights. It was exactly the kind of sensory ove
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