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Walking over to them, I lean against the counter. The order taker stands on the other side of the bar, waiting for her to place her order, but she pauses. I glance over her shoulder and see her friend smiling, which builds up my confidence. I could bring up that I know her, but I can’t come off like a fan. I’m a King. They must know who I am. Now all I have to do is seal the deal.
“Can I help you?” Designer Sunglasses says first, catching me off guard.
Quickly shaking it off, I give her a nod. “Yeah, I think you can.”
She cocks her head to the side. I see an eyebrow lift over her glasses. “And how might I do that?”
I lay on the charm, grinning. “How about this weekend? I’m playing Luxe over in Malibu, and I’d like to invite you as my guest. Afterward, maybe we can have a little fun.”
A shock goes through my system when I hear a snort of laughter. Looking over her shoulder, I watch as Stephanie slaps a hand over her mouth.
I’ve done this enough that I’ve seen girls laugh out of nervousness, or even cry out of nervousness. Sometimes they’re not nervous, but they’re incredibly flattered at the attention I’m giving them and start giggling. I’ve seen almost every kind of odd reaction there could be, but this feels entirely off. Stephanie isn’t laughing out of nervousness. It’s something else.
I watch as Designer Sunglasses looks back at her, then at me, smirking. She lifts a finger to her bright red lips, which I’m now drawn to. She’s definitely done herself up today. Even with all of that, she lowers the finger, tapping her chin, and giggles. Again, it’s not a nervous thing. It’s almost … annoyance?
“You don’t know who I am, do you?”
She says it loud enough that I immediately tense up. Alarms are sounding in my head, and I quickly take another look at Stephanie. Damn, has Sunglasses been on her show before? That can’t be it. I don’t understand what’s happening, and I glance back at Adam. He shakes his head, just as confused as me.
“Uh … Am I supposed to know?”
She leans closer to me, whispering, “When you figure it out, you can ask me again.”
Is she hitting on me now? What is happening here?
Straightening out, she shakes her head, returning her attention to the order taker behind the counter. “Of course, I’ll still say no. Better luck with the next girl, King of Bad.”
She places her order, Stephanie does the same, and I’m stuck. I stand there waiting for something else. Another remark, or for her to even look over at me, but she doesn’t. She pays for their food, the order taker gives them their drinks, and they walk in the opposite direction toward a table.
Slowly, I shuffle my feet back to Adam, completely confused. Looking up at me with the same expression I’m wearing, he lifts his hands inquisitively, and all I can do is shake my head. “What the hell just happened?”
