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Chapter Three
“There’s no fucking way I’m taking you to a strip club, McKenzie,” Colby admonished, using my given name, evidence he was uncharacteristically serious. His voice started loud, but he immediately hushed as we walked through the lobby. At the front of the hotel, his car was waiting to whisk us to our next destination.
“You said anything I wanted.”
“Your brother would absolutely kill me dead.”
I smirked. “Is there another way to kill someone?”
His scowl left no doubt I was one step away from finding out.
Wow. Riled Colby was sexy as hell. “I have no intention of telling him, you big chicken. It’s something I’ve always been curious about.” And if I was going to have a couple days of freedom, this was a good way to start. “Where did the ‘what happens in Vegas stays here’ spirit go?” I climbed into the back of the town car first, followed by him.
His gaze narrowed. “Are you into girls all of a sudden?”
“No, but I want to do something a bit different.” That was the truth of the matter. I’d always been the girl who earned good grades, played sports, never did drugs. And what did it get me? Getting treated as the daughter who needed to move home because she wasn’t trusted to live her life the way she wished. So, it might only be a strip club, but to me, it was a little exercise in defiance.
“The answer is still no.”
“And if I’d told you I was into girls, would it change your answer?”
He chuckled. “Hm. Maybe.”
“So typical,” I muttered.
“It’s a joke. You’re not going, either way.”
“Okay, fine but I never considered you the type to welch on a bet.”
His jaw clenched. Finally, after a stare down, he spoke to the driver. “Henry take us to Lucky Ladies.”
“As you wish, Mr. Singer.”
“Really, we’re going?” I could hardly contain my enthusiasm.
He looked torn and then let out a long breath. “Everyone has to do something crazy in this town, but if you tell your brother or mine, I’ll be crucified. Remember, what happens here stays between the two of us.”
I nodded and let my mind wander toward the possibilities of that statement.
* * *
I’d never beeninside of a strip club, therefore I had no frame of reference as to what to expect. But I could tell from the moment we walked into the place that it was upscale. Everything said luxurious, from the Mediterranean style to the top-shelf liquor behind the bar. Judging by the way Colby was greeted, he’d been here previously.
He gripped my hand as a striking woman in barely-there clothing came striding toward us.
“Colby Singer, as I live and breathe. I thought you’d dropped off the face of the earth, honey. How the hell are you?”
He smiled, kissing her on the cheek. “Adrienne, it’s been awhile. Uh, this is my friend, Estelle.”
I physically cringed over the use of my little-known middle name. Nothing said sexy like using my great aunt’s name as an alias for me. I had no doubt it was partial revenge for making him take me here.
Adrienne studied me. “Estelle is an interesting name for a young girl. You’re beautiful.” She put her hand on my face and smiled. “Are you two here as a couple or, with any hope, are you interested in a job? Your long legs are to die for and would sure look fantastic wrapped around the pole.”
My eyes grew big at her suggestion, but I found myself flattered, not to mention amused. Imagine telling my mother I didn’t need grad school after all because I’d landed a job here? The thought made me grin even wider. “Wow, thanks.”
Colby quickly interjected. “She’s not here to try out, and we’re not here as a couple, but it’s a first-time experience for her.” He looked out over the crowd around the main stage. “We’d prefer something a little more private.”
She nodded. “Of course. We’ll get you settled in one of the VIP rooms. I can send Jazz and Simone in if you want.”
