Nicole
Dodie had always been drawn to good-looking men like a moth to flame, and flirting was practically her second nature.
While she mingled effortlessly with her friends at the VIP booth, I found myself engaged in conversation with some of the others at the edge of our group.
"Hey, since everyone's here, why don't we make things interesting?" Dodie suddenly announced, standing up with a mischievous gleam in her eyes that I recognized all too well.
"What did you have in mind?" someone asked, curiosity piqued.
Dodie's lips curved into a predatory smile. "The usual game. Losers either down their drinks or dance with someone of the opposite gender."
She swept her gaze around the table. "Who's in?"
I should have known better.
Dodie's usual games always ended with ei
