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They both stare at it. For a moment, I don’t think either of them breathes. Then, snapping out of it, Hyla slides the card over.
“Well, that one must be important.” Her voice is an octave too high and airy.
“Must be,” Mackie echoes.
No one else in the room says a word. We don’t move. Except our eyes as we glance at each other.
That card is definitely important.
Miles
The guys know how to plan a bachelor party—they’ve had enough practice by now that I guess they should. We spent the morning and early afternoon playing laser tag, followed by a game of wiffle ball, which we used to play in Joel’s or Rae’s backyards as kids. We had an over-the-top—but in the best way—five-course lunch at a newer restaurant. It was fancy, and we ate an insane amount of seafood and steak.
Now we’re headed to the last surprise, and I don’t have even the slightest guess about where that might be. We could shoot the shit for the rest of the day and I’d have a blast. Those are always my favorite memories. But eventually the hummer limo we’re riding in pulls to a stop. I have no idea where we are, so when the door swings open, revealing a massive house in a development, I’m confused.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” Aaron says with a wicked smile.
“Yeah, let’s just say we’re having a little private party,” Joel says, with an equally evil grin.
I stop in my tracks. “Private party? What kind of private party?” I swear if there are strippers…
“Easy, killer,” Trev smacks my arm. “Come on in and enjoy the fun.”
As we get closer, loud music spills from the house, and I might as well be chewing glass. Did they seriously plan some sort of private stripping party? Is this payback for making Aaron think we hired a stripper for him? What the hell is going on?
Aaron swings the door open, and Trevor shoves me through. The lights are low, and the house isn’t set up like a typical home. It’s more like a studio. And that’s when I see the poles. Stripper poles. I’m seriously about to murder my friends in this weird stripper house.
But then someone walks out from another room. All I see is brown hair and a shimmery outfit. And a huge baby bump. Jesus Christ, it’s Rae.
I’m still not sure exactly what’s happening, but I’ve gone from wanting to kill my friends to being pleased with this surprise.
Rae puts on that horrible Long Island accent she used when she was pretending to be a stripper at Aaron’s bachelor party.
“Well, well, what do we have here? A buncha fine looking fellas. Well, come on over and get comfortable. We have quite the show for you tonight. Oh, and I heard there was a groom in the house?”
The guys shove me forward.
“Ah, you. You tall drink of water.” She winks at me and grabs my arm. “You sit right here.” She shoves me backward into a chair. “Front and center.” She steps back and looks around at us, sticking her finger out with a very serious look on her face. “And remember, no touching.” She turns to Aaron and runs her hand over his shoulder. “Except for you, sexy. You can touch me all night long.”
We’re all laughing as Rae turns to walk away. Aaron leaps from his chair and follows her, hands all over her ass.
The music gets louder, and then we get the show of a lifetime. Amelia, Chelsea, Amanda, Dani, Hyla, Mackenzie, and a handful of other girls I don’t recognize—I’m assuming they teach pole dancing—walk into the room.
My eyes are on Amelia. She’s dressed in a sequin bra with matching panties.
Holy shit.
Her eyes twinkle as she wraps an arm around a pole, then hooks her leg around it too. She spins around, leans backward, and slowly slides down. There’s a whole routine. Twists, turns, and at one point, she flips upside down.
The guys behind me are absolutely feral watching the other girls dance. Sarah is giving Joel a lap dance, but I barely notice any of it because my eyes are locked on Amelia.
When the third song ends, she struts over to me and slides onto my lap.
“Hey, stud. You’re the groom, huh?”
“Yep.” My voice is raspy.
