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“Right, three months to make a huge decision, a decision that—” Juliet’s gaze fell to Lisbeth’s ring finger. “Where is the mega-watt diamond tonight?”
“I’ve lost some weight, and it’s way too loose, so I’m having it resized. Edward only trusts the jeweler from where he bought it in LA.
“So, technically, tonight you’re single.”
Lisbeth leveled her with a warning glare, and Juliet didn’t continue. It was no secret how Juliet felt about her fiancé, Edward Monroe.
Yes,thatEdward Monroe, the son of the very successful entrepreneur Alex Monroe, who owned multiple homes in LA, Manhattan, and the Caribbean. He was also the founder of Nightlife Magic, a multi-media entertainment corporation owning at least five upscale nightclubs on the Strip, Manhattan, and the Orient.
When Lisbeth had met Edward at a function she’d planned at The Riveria Country Club, in Beverly Hills, she’d already brought her agency to the top three most sought-after event planners in the LA area. She prided herself on starting the company from scratch and garnering a position to warrant perks on the merit of her accomplishments.
Of course, Edward’s company helped her reach high-end clientele, and Nightlife Magic was instrumental in building up Luxury Lifestyles by Lisbeth to the next level, but it was her creativity and attention to detail that led to additional jobs.
Edward wasn’t pleased with Juliet’s decision to have Lisbeth’s bachelorette at Club Wicked. He continued complaining about her independent streak right up until Lisbeth wheeled her Louis Vuitton luggage out to the waiting limo, claiming he could’ve gotten her free passes and VIP treatment at one of his father’s clubs in Beverly Hills. As expected, the passes would come with spies who would’ve reported her every move back to Edward.
Plus, she’d just rented a small office space in the City Center building, attempting to branch out with a second location in Vegas.
“All right, I’ll stop, but you have to admit, that is one fine-looking man.” Juliet’s gaze traveled over Lisbeth’s shoulder, forcing her to take another look. The dim lighting cast a shadow over one side of his face, but what she could see did seem exceptional.
“Good looking, for sure, but he seems very uncomfortable. In the last three seconds, he’s pulled at the collar of his shirt and keeps shifting his feet.”
“Only you would notice that.” Juliet’s eyes lit up. “Maybe he’s so uncomfortable he’ll take off some of those clothes.” She fanned herself dramatically. “Can you only imagine what’s under all that material?”
Not surprisingly, Juliet’s first suggestion for the bachelorette was at Chippendales, which Lisbeth immediately vetoed.
“No, really, I can’t.” Lisbeth laughed at her friend's actions.
“He’s well over six feet. At least he’d be taller than you.”
Lisbeth narrowed her eyes in what she hoped was a death glare.
“I’ve had my eye on him since he entered the VIP. He’s somebody because he’s already made the rounds to all the A-listers. He was just talking to the table in the corner—I think it’s one of the Kardashians.” Juliet craned her neck, squinting through the subdued lighting. “I can never get them straight, but it’s one of them.”
Juliet’s family had the kind of money that gave them all the perks without the glaring notoriety. Her father’s power in the Hollywood community put her a step above the trivial gossip, making her savvy when it came to the players and the frauds.
“You’re like a teenager.” Somehow Juliet got away with her shameless behavior. A characteristic Lisbeth admired since she always felt awkward and silly when she flirted.
“I’m worse.” Juliet squared her shoulders, proud of her confession.
Lisbeth narrowed her eyes and tried to focus through the darkened space. There was something vaguely familiar about the mystery man by the stairs. If only he’d turn to face them, she could get a better look.
The hostess placed a tray of premium vodka, tequila, and gin on their table, along with mixers and an assortment of mini-sized appetizers. The server balanced the tray and herself in the ridiculously high heels with ease, confirming Lisbeth’s conclusion that the waitstaff were seasoned professionals.
Juliet’s eyes bugged out as she grabbed Lisbeth’s forearm in a death grip. “Looks like Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous is coming over to say hello.”
Lisbeth swiveled her head in his direction and gasped as her heart banged against her ribs. She swallowed hard as realization hit.
Samson.
* * *
Samson veered around the side of the room, gazed over the railing to the crowd pumping and thumping on the dance floor, then worked his way to table five, the event planner Nick wanted him to chat up. Shit, he hated this.
“Hi, ladies. Everything goin’ good? Meeting your satisfaction?”
A petite blonde smiled up at him, all perky breasts in a short, sequined white dress, probably some designer brand with a banner on her lap announcing her as the bride-to-be.
“Everything’s great.” She held out her manicured hand. “I’m Juliet.”
