Page 96 of My Not So Wicked Boss (My Not So Wicked 3)

“Don’t they make a beautiful couple?” Jenna asked the crowd.

Lots of cheering ensued.

Miles held our clasped hands up together, playing into it. It was the first time I truly saw Miles for the celebrity he was. Managing his online presence never gave me a full appreciation for his star status. People would have never cheered for so long or so loud if I was with, let’s say, an accountant.

Brad lowered his hands, telling the audience to quiet down so he could speak again. “In honor of our famous guest tonight, we have come up with a very special sketch called Adult Bedtime Stories.”

“Ooooh,” the audience was intrigued.

“Before your minds start taking a trip down the gutter, we will be keeping this PG.” Jenna ruffled my hair.

The audience groaned.

“Okay, PG-13,” Jenna said playfully. That lent to more cheers.

I grimaced while Miles looked me over from head to toe as if he wouldn’t mind acting out a sexy scene. Thankfully, I knew Jenna and Brad were a lot of talk. They tried to keep their shows from being overly crude.

“So here’s how it goes,” Brad turned the attention back to him. “I will be the narrator for our author and hero here.” Brad patted Miles on the back. “And my hot wife will be the voice of our heroine, Aspen. Our victims . . . er . . . participants will have to act out what we say.” Brad turned toward us. “Sound good?” he asked.

Um . . . not even remotely. I raised my hand to object, but Jenna grabbed me while Brad took a hold of Miles. Miles was pulled to one side of the stage while I was practically dragged to the other.

“Please don’t embarrass me,” I begged Jenna.

She patted my cheeks condescendingly. “Never.”

Right.

“You’ll be thanking me, I promise.” She gave me one more pat.

I highly doubted that. I gave Miles an I’m-so-sorry look before Brad started the ridiculous sketch. Miles returned it with a reassuring smile. I had to say it did make me feel better. He always did.

“Once upon a time,” Brad began, “there was a so-so looking Brit.”

The audience snickered at Brad’s big, big lie.

Miles didn’t let it bother him, in fact he faced the audience and spread his arms out so everyone could get a good look at him in his fantastically fitting slacks and button-up, further proving Brad’s assessment wrong.

I didn’t care that every woman was ogling him, just as long as no one threw their panties at him.

Brad stepped in front of Miles and continued. “Our average looking Brit finally got smart and decided to come to the winning side of the pond, otherwise known as America.”

Miles’s frowned. He had some strong opinions about the Revolutionary War. The audience, though, found Brad highly amusing. Laughter rang through the club.

Brad stepped to the side, letting everyone see Miles before giving him a push toward me. “As luck would have it, the Brit met an exponentially better-looking woman than him.”

Jenna gave me a shove toward Miles.

Miles eagerly reached for my hand and pulled me to him, making the crowd say, “Aww.”

“It’s the first thing he’s gotten right all night,” Miles whispered in my ear.

It was sweet he thought so, but I didn’t agree. Miles was probably better looking than anyone I knew.

“But,” Jenna walked toward the center of the stage, “our heroine, while charmed with the debonair Brit—”

Brad pretended to shove a knife in his heart. He wasn’t fond of how physically attracted Jenna was to Miles.

“—she was afraid.” Jenna turned around. “Act afraid,” she instructed me.

Ugh. Fine. I just wanted to get this over with. I turned dramatically from Miles.

Some women in the crowd booed.

“Thankfully, though,” Brad interrupted the booing women, “the Brit knew she was the best thing that was ever going to happen to him, and he fought valiantly for her.”

“It didn’t hurt either,” Jenna added, “that his accent made everything he said sound sexy.” Truer words had never been spoken.

Brad and Jenna waited for Miles to act his part.

Miles did his role justice and swept me off my feet, holding me tight against him.

The crowd loved it. I did too.

I threw my arms around his neck and peered into his beautiful eyes wishing we were doing this in private. Though I had to admit this was kind of fun.

“Ooo la, la,” Jenna fanned herself. “Our heroine could hardly breathe when she found herself in our hero’s arms.” That about summed up how I truly felt.

Brad wagged his brows. “Our hero, on the other hand, was hoping for some heavy breathing between the two.”

Miles’s grin said he agreed.

“Keep it PG-13, babe,” Jenna reminded her husband.

Brad wrapped his arm around Jenna. “Okay, fine, our hero confessed his love before kissing her passionately.”

I felt the entire crowd stare intently at us, waiting for Miles to quote unquote confess his love.

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