Adrian’s POV
I watched in annoyance as Mason flirted with the hostess. He was supposed to convince the woman to get us a VIP room, even though we didn’t have a reservation, but he seemed to be enjoying his mission far too much.
We were at this club because Mason had finally gotten a lead on my attempted kidnapping. One of the kidnappers was supposed to be at this club tonight. According to Mason, he’d booked a VIP room and was supposed to be upstairs even now.
I hated places like this. I enjoyed having a drink with Mason every now and then, but it was usually someplace that catered to a more selective clientele. It might be snobbish, but I preferred to drink in a quiet place where I wouldn’t be bothered, even if someone happened to recognize me.