That’s right. I’d be a shit one. Besides, I’d booked it when I’d called and paid over the phone, so it wasn’t like I could cancel. She was gonna be all kinds of pissed off, but one day, she’d thank me for it. Hopefully, that day was tomorrow.
A guy wearing nothing but tight, black briefs approached the table, and from beneath dark, floppy hair, brown eyes scanned the four of us. Allie paused when his gaze zeroed in on her and her bright-pink sash, and he grinned slowly, totally sexily, and closed the distance between them.
Her eyes shot to me, and it was a mix between horror and excitement. My own smile was literally glued to my face as he leaned down and whispered something in her ear and she nodded. Jaz’s following laugh was loud as she realized along with Lucie what was about to happen.
Allie was about to get some real-time peen.
The girl in question was blushing furiously as the stripper pulled her to the edge of the seat and all but straddled her. She was torn between obviously wanting to kill me and wanting to see what was going to happen next, and given the fact that she was under probably one hundred and eighty pounds of ripped muscle, she was waiting to see what would happen next... Whether she liked it or not.
The stripper flexed his hips, light glinting off his flawless skin. His muscles rippled with each move he made as he treated Allie to some fine-ass moves. Seriously—no man should have been able to move as easily as he did. The last time I saw hips snaking like that was while watching a Shakira music video on MTV—a long-ass time ago.
He encouraged Allie to touch him, which only made her cheeks blaze brighter. Still, she looked more delighted than I’d thought she would after running her hands over some guy’s abs.
“Fifty bucks says Joe doesn’t have abs like that,” Lucie yelled into my ear as Allie once again touched the stripper’s stomach as he sat on her and ground his hips against her.
“Joe doesn’t have abs at all,” Jaz threw in. “He has one ab, and it’s his entire stomach. She’s probably rethinking her choice of man. Look at her, all happy and shit.”
I felt a little smug. She’d been so apprehensive about this plan, but she was happy now.
I guessed having a hot, naked guy grinding his junk in her face would do that to a girl.
Hell, I wasn’t even grumpy and I could guarantee it’d cheer me the fuck up.
When he finally finished his dance, Allie continued to blush so many shades of red that a paint color chart would have been jealous. Then she turned her flustered face toward me.
“I can’t believe you did that to me!”
“Moi?” I gasped and pressed my hand to my chest. “Why do you think it was me?”
“Because!” She threw a perfectly pressed napkin at me. “You’re the only whore who’d dare book me a freakin’ lap dance!”
I considered this for the briefest moment. “Yeah, you’re right.” I was grinning again, but I couldn’t help it. It was almost an illness, how amused I was.
“Ugh!” She grabbed her glass and downed the champagne before looking at us. “I’m going to get something stronger than mosquito piss. Anyone else?”
“Yep!” Jaz stood, grabbing another cigarette and lighting it. “Mia, wine?” she directed to me on an exhale of smoke.
Drunk Jaz resembled a choo-choo train where nicotine was involved.
“Yep.” I picked my champagne up as they disappeared, Lucie yelling her order of a cocktail after them. I sure as hell needed something stronger than just champagne. A bottle seemed a lot when it was for one person—split between four people? Not so much.
It was like splitting a bottle of water between the sand grains of the Sahara or something. Almost certainly an exaggeration, but whatever.
“I can’t believe she went through with it,” Lucie said quietly, snorting as she held her champagne flute against her lips. “I thought for sure she’d push him away and then bottle you.”
“Ha!” I clapped my hand over my mouth as the laugh barked out of me. “Me too.”
Seriously though. That had honestly been my first thought when she’d realized she was about to get a lap dance. I’d thought she’d kill me.
She probably had inside her head.
Allie came back to the table, a cigarette-free Jaz on her heels, both of them clutching drinks. The smile that stretched across my blond best friend’s face instantly made me pause, but it was the glint in her eye that got me.
Bitch was up to something.
“Here you go.” She set my drink in front of me and took her seat.
“What did you do?” I asked immediately.
“Who said I did anything?”
Lucie choked on her drink. “The guy approaching our table and staring at Mia.”
I snapped my head up and looked out at the crowd. Shit, she was right.
The guy though.
Six foot three, at least. Dark hair. Strong jaw lined with a sexy five-o’clock shadow. Blue eyes the color of the Caribbean. And a body that fit the white shirt he was wearing to perfection.
And Lucie was right.
He was headed right for me.
“Allie!” I snapped, looking back at her. “What the hell did you do?”