It was a busy night at Vinyl, a private club that mixed the 1970s nightclub scene with old-school roller skating. Musicians, celebrities, and sports stars mixed and melded into the vintage atmosphere.
Owner Kate Lassiter had turned a rundown skating rink into a hot spot for entertainment elites. She rubbed elbows with many of entertainment’s biggest names, yet she always kept her distance. Until now.
As she sped around the rink, she noticed a group being escorted in. The first two looked familiar, but when the third man entered, she knew exactly who they were. Joey King and the boys from The King of Classic Cars.
Kate rarely got butterflies over a TV star, but there was something about Joey King that made her weak in the knees. He was tall and covered in tattoos. He exuded that old-school, tough-guy vibe and filled out a pair of jeans that left nothing to the imagination.
The usher spotted her through the crowd and waved her over. She tried to look cool as she skated around a group of people, hoping she wouldn’t trip in the process.
“Miss Lassiter,” the usher said as she came to a stop in front of him, “I’d like you to meet Joey King, Thomas Cleary, and Marc Holloway. Gentlemen, this is the lady in charge, Kate Lassiter.”
“It’s a pleasure, Miss Lassiter,” Joey cooed as he looked into her eyes. “I love the way you’ve set this place up. I can’t believe I’ve never been here before.”
Kate turned her gaze away, feigning a scan of the room. “I always wanted to relive the 70s, so I bought this place and made my dream a reality. Please, come in and make yourselves at home. The bar’s to your left and, if you want, skates are at the counter to the right. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go make my rounds.” She turned and skated away, trying to hide the obvious nerves raging through her body.
She made her way back through the crowd, stopping here and there to chat with a few of the regulars and some of her staff. From there, she headed out onto the floor. She always felt invincible gliding around the room.
As the music changed from an upbeat tempo to something a little slower, Kate noticed Joey heading right for her. His 6’4” frame in a pair of skates made him look ten-foot tall. She found it intriguing to see just how agile he was on his feet. Quickly, he’d caught up with her and matched her stride for stride.
She blushed when she noticed him smiling at her. The mirrored ball hanging from the ceiling bounced colored lights from his face to hers, giving the illusion of stars twinkling in the night. It was almost too much for her heart to handle.
He took her by the hand, pulling her closer, then gently twirling her around himself. She took his lead and soon found herself in his arms. The music guided them around the polished floor in perfect time.
She lay her hand upon his chest, feeling his heart beating nearly as fast as her own. He pulled her in closer still, wrapping his free hand around her waist. He tightened his grip as he lifted her off her feet. She closed her eyes and became enraptured in the moment.
As the song ended, he set her back down, ensuring she had her balance before letting go. She maneuvered herself to his side as they came to a stop. Only then did she realize they were the only ones on the floor.
“Thank you,” Joey said as he kissed the back of her hand. “I haven’t felt like that in a very long time.”
She couldn’t hide the flirtatious blush that flashed across her cheeks. “No, Mr. King, thank you. I don’t get to enjoy the ambiance much anymore. I needed that.”
He put a finger over her lips. “Please, call me Joey. This is your castle and in here, I bow to you, my beautiful disco queen.”