The Club

The Front

Forget Me Not

Tainted Lives

The Game

The Charmer

Are you in?

Mandasue Heller

Copyright © 2006 by Mandasue Heller

First published in Great Britain in 2006 by Hodder & Stoughton
A division of Hodder Headline

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The Club is dedicated to my beautiful mum,
Jean Heller – for everything you have been,
and still are, in my life.

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank the following – as always:

My lovely partner, WingroveWard; my fantastic children, Michael, Andrew, Azzura, and my gorgeous new granddaughter, Marissa; my great sister, Ava, and her kids, Amber & Kyro, Martin, Jade, and Reece; Auntie Doreen; Pete & Ann; Lorna & Cliff, Chris and Glen; Natalie & Dan; and the rest of my family – love you all.

Many thanks to everyone at Hodder for being so supportive – again – especially, Carolyn Caughey, Isobel Akenhead, Emma Longhurst, and everybody in sales, marketing, art, etc . . . etc . . .

My agents, Cat Ledger and Faye Webber.

Norman Kaine Fairweather Brown; Betty Boo & Ronnie Schwartz; Wayne Brookes; Rosie Goodwin – thanks to you all for your help, advice, friendship, and funny e-mails – it means the world.

A big Hi! to Martina. And all best wishes to Betty’s Babes – keep up the good work, guys.

Nick Austin – with thanks, as ever.

Special mention to Sarj Duggal, with thanks for the financial advice.

And lastly, eternal gratitude to the buyers, sellers, readers, reviewers and the lovely ladies at the library.

PROLOGUE

‘Damn it!’ Jenna cursed, peering down at the ladder zigzagging its way over her knee. Less than an hour to go, her hair was still wet, she hadn’t even started on her make-up, and now she had to find another pair of tights. But it was her own fault. She should never have chanced a bath when she was so tired. Not on an important night like tonight.

She’d stressed and fretted her way through every second of the last few months, petrified that she’d bitten off more than she could chew; terrified that it would all fall apart at the last minute. Now that everything that could be done
had
been done, she should have been able to relax. But she felt worse than ever, and wished that she could run away and hide until it was all over. Still, it was too late for that. She just had to lay the fears aside and get on with it.

Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Jenna sat down on the dressing-table stool and dried her hair. That done, she carefully applied her make-up, then changed the laddered tights for a pair of sheer black lace-top stockings and slipped her shoes on.

Looking herself over when she’d finished, she smiled. Not bad, but she could do with spending a week or two in the gym to tone her stomach after all the fast food she’d been eating lately. And a few early nights wouldn’t go amiss to lighten the shadows circling her eyes. But she’d do for now.

Her mobile rang just as she reached for her jacket. Seeing the name on the screen, Jenna smiled again.

Kalli was one of the young waitresses who had worked for her dad – and was the first to agree to come back when Fabian contacted the staff to let them know the score. A petite scrap-of-nothing Chinese girl, she was the prettiest little thing, with an elfin face and warm, almond-shaped eyes. She looked twelve, despite being almost twenty-one, but she had the air of a much older soul because she fussed over everyone like a mother hen. Particularly her flatmate, Austin, who was one of the waiters. And, as soon as she met her, Jenna.

Knowing that Kalli was probably checking up on her now to make sure that she hadn’t run away, Jenna answered the call.

‘Yes, I know I’m late, Kalli. I’m just leaving.’

‘Just thought I’d best check in case you’d fallen asleep in the bath, or something,’ Kalli said concernedly.

‘Who’s got time for a bath?’ Jenna lied, reaching for her keys and heading for the door. ‘Everything okay down there?’

‘Fine –
now
,’ Kalli told her. ‘Maurice had a bit of a crisis earlier, but it was nothing I couldn’t have sorted out in a nanosecond – if he’d bothered
asking
.’

‘Oh?’ Frowning, Jenna locked up and set off down the stairs. ‘What happened?’

‘He thought someone had stolen the champagne, and made all the boys leave what they were doing to search for it. I didn’t know what they were looking for, or I could have told them it had been moved to the office for safe keeping. But you know Maurice. He’d rather
die
than ask a
girl
for help.’

Tutting softly, Jenna let herself into the residents’ car park. Maurice was the head barman. He’d been with her dad right from the start, and still regarded him as the
proper
boss. He had a problem with females in general, but he particularly resented having one for a boss and had spent the last couple of days sulking and complaining while everyone else got on with the final preparations for the party.

‘Fabian gave him a bit of a roasting,’ Kalli went on, chuckling softly now. ‘That did
not
impress him, as you can imagine. But he wouldn’t dare argue when Fabian’s in that kind of mood.’

Sighing, Jenna climbed into her car. So, not only was Maurice still sulking, but Fabian was in a mood. Great! Just what she needed when teamwork was crucial to the success of the night.

Changing the subject before the nerves flared up again, she said, ‘How’s the queue?’

‘Massive!’ Kalli told her excitedly. ‘And some have been waiting a good couple of hours already, so Fabian’s got the security on alert in case anything kicks off when they don’t all get in.’

‘I’m sure we’ll cope,’ Jenna said, crossing her fingers. ‘Anyway, I’ve got to get off the phone now, Kalli. See you in a bit.’

Disconnecting the call, she started the engine and eased the car out onto the road.

Turning onto Deansgate five minutes later, Jenna saw that Kalli had been right about the queue, which started at Zenith’s brand new smoked-glass doors and snaked right down the block and out of sight around the corner.

It had been snowing all day, turning the roads to slush and the pavements to ice, and a fierce wind was punishing the skimpily dressed clubbers for their vanity.

The two doormen who were standing head and massive shoulders above the shivering crowd didn’t seem fazed. But Jenna was sure they had to be freezing and, waving as she drove past, she made a mental note to see that they traded places with some of the other guys once everyone was inside.

Best leaving them out front for now, though, because they were easily the biggest of the security crew, and could most efficiently deal with trouble if Fabian was right and something
did
kick off.

Parking up behind the club, Jenna heard the staff talking among themselves in the main club-room as she let herself in through the kitchen door. Taking her coat off, she hung it on a hook in the staff cloakroom, then slipped quietly in behind the bar.

Standing in the shadows, she took the opportunity to have a look around before anybody noticed her. She’d had so many wobbles since committing herself to this, convincing herself that they would never be ready on time. But not only had the building, painting, and refurbishing work been completed ahead of schedule, it looked way better than she had ever imagined it would.

The funky chrome bars that she’d had installed were gleaming; the plush new carpets were spotless; and the mega-expensive opaque-glass circular dance floor was alive with vibrant, colourful, built-in pulsar lights; while overhead, the new lighting rig rivalled that of any club Jenna had ever visited.

At Fabian’s suggestion, they had turned the upper floor overlooking the dance floor into a VIP lounge, and a buffet of exotic foods had been laid out there earlier today for the invited guests, with a spectacular pyramid of sparkling glasses in the centre of it all for the champagne fountain. And little gift-packs containing expensive aftershaves and perfumes, and solid silver lighters engraved with the sword-slash ‘Z’ that Jenna had adopted as the new logo, had been placed on each table.

She’d been reluctant when Fabian had asked her to double the budget for the party, concerned that he was being unnecessarily extravagant on top of everything she’d already spent. But he’d persuaded her that they needed something special to impress the A-listers – in the hope that they would spread the word to their pals and really put Zenith on the celebrity map. And, all credit to him, she had to admit that he’d really pulled it off.

One of the waitresses spotted her just then and made her jump when she called, ‘Wow, Miss Lorde! You look amazing!’

Embarrassed when the rest of the staff turned her way, Jenna fought the urge to turn and run. Most of them still secretly regarded her as the boss’s daughter, she knew, and if she was ever going to fill his shoes this was the time to do it.

Watching as Jenna came out from behind the bar, her thigh-length chain-mail dress shimmering like liquid silver, her hair gleaming, her eyes huge, Kalli thought that she was just the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

And she wasn’t the only one.

Up in the DJ’s booth, Vibes was holding one can of his headphones to his ear as he lined up his opening tracks. Glancing out of the window when he sensed the charge in the atmosphere below, he gave a low whistle when he saw Jenna. He’d thought she was pretty special from the first time he’d laid eyes on her, but,
man
, she looked hot tonight!

Flipping a button on the console, he pushed the faders up and flooded the air with the sweet sound of: ‘
Sexy . . . Everything about you, so sexy . . .
’

Blushing when the staff started laughing and clapping, Jenna held up her hands, saying, ‘Okay, settle down . . . he’s only testing the speakers.’ Stepping back then, she said, ‘Right, let’s have a look at you all.’

Maurice was dapper in his self-chosen outfit of white shirt, black pants, and blue velvet waistcoat; the ten young waiters and waitresses looked gorgeous in their respective silver shorts and T-shirts and minidresses that Jenna had designed for them; and the six-strong security crew exuded class and professionalism in their bow ties and muscle-enhancing black suits.

‘Perfect,’ she said approvingly.

‘Does that go for me, too?’

Coming down from the VIP area where he’d been doing last-minute checks, Fabian strolled towards her, handsome as a devil in a dark green suit, his hair falling lazily over his smoky eyes.

Glad to see that he was in a better mood than Kalli had reported, Jenna smiled. ‘Of course it does.’

‘Merci,’ he drawled, letting his gaze slow-dance over her. ‘And may I say that
you
look sensational.’

Flipping the mike on just then, Vibes’s smooth sexy voice came over the PA speakers. ‘Nearly time for the countdown, folks.’