Page 63 of Third Wheel

Some people used the back entrance of Marquis to head straight up to the club, rather than going through the front door where the restaurant was, and they tended to dress in fetgear.

Although that was always an option, it wasn’t one they would need to use tonight. Amy’s dress was sexy as hell, but definitely not fetwear. It was a little black dress—emphasis on little when it came to the skirt. Made of what looked like a very soft, clinging material, it was stretched over her curves and ended just below her ass. She’d been sitting with her knees tightly pressed together and tugged the hem of the skirt down as she stood because it threatened to ride up higher.

The neckline dipped low, showing off her cleavage, which was pushed up high with some kind of lacy bra that peeked out from beneath the dress, hinting at the sexiness beneath. Zach couldn’t wait to get the dress off her and find out exactly what it looked like.

“You look amazing,” he said, walking forward and holding out his hand to take hers. She blushed when she slipped her fingers into his, and he bent over to kiss her knuckles.

“You really do.” Kincaid came up on her other side, taking her other hand, though rather than kissing her knuckles, he lifted her hand up and turned it so he could kiss the inside of her palm.

Amy’s quick intake of breath made Zach grin.

“Um. Thank you. You guys both look great.” She managed to rally after stumbling over her words, obviously taken aback by their intense interest. “I always love a man in a suit.”

Zach chuckled.

“Well, tonight, you have two of them to enjoy.” He winked at her. “And we’re going to enjoy you. Let’s get going.”

He couldn’t wait to start.

Amy

It didn’t matter how long ago high school had been, she felt like the prom queen walking into Marquis with two men.

They’d chosen to go in the front entrance since they were all dressed for it. More than one group of women in the dining room broke off their conversations to stare at Kincaid and Zach. They looked damn good in their suits. Zach was all buttoned up and GQ with his neatly trimmed facial hair, while Kincaid looked a little more devil-may-care with the full-on beard and lack of tie. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned as well, adding to the appeal.

And she got to walk between them.

She was very aware of her short skirt and the way it was threatening to ride up her ass, but she couldn’t pull it down when she was walking between Kincaid and Zach with her hand on each of their arms. At least, not until they finally passed through the dining room, past Victor—who was guarding the stairs to the second floor—and were about to go up the stairs. That’s when she finally let go of Kincaid’s arm and tugged the back of her skirt down. Not that it went very far. It hadn’t started riding up over the curve of her ass the way she’d been worrying, but she still felt better.

Both men paused, looking at her with amusement. The towering heels she was wearing didn’t quite put her on eye level with them, but she wasn’t too far off.

“I’m ready.” She took Kincaid’s arm again, and he chuckled, bending his arm at the elbow so she could hold on to him.

Walking up the stairs between them was another one of those ‘princess’ moments, and she felt like it as they emergedinto the lobby of Marquis’ second floor. This was where the kink happened.

The lobby was innocuous enough with lush carpet and everything decorated in red, with black-and-white art on the walls in gold frames. The art was erotic but tasteful, titillating without exposing everything. Behind the black desk next to the door to the theater, Freddy and Morgan were standing and grinning at her.

She pressed her lips together.

She happened to know that neither of them was originally supposed to be working the desk tonight. The schedule must have changed.

Or they’d changed it.

Since Freddy was in charge of the front desk, that was very likely.

“Hello.” Freddy was bright enough already, wearing a neon pink netted shirt and pink leather pants, but his megawatt smile somehow kicked it up another notch. His blonde hair was sticking straight up and had what looked like glitter running through it. “How are you three doing this fine evening?”

Kincaid gave him a long look.

“We’re good, Freddy, thank you,” he said dryly. “I didn’t know you were working tonight.”

“Oh. Well.” Freddy beamed again, picking up the menus for tonight’s dinner. The upstairs served the same menu as downstairs, with the caveat that if you were going to eat upstairs, you had to arrive by a certain time. They didn’t want to interrupt the show for food being brought in.

Amy had to stifle a laugh at Kincaid’s head shake. Freddy’s non-answer was so very lawyer-like, she loved it.

Sometimes, looking at him in the club, it was hard to believe he was one of the toughest divorce lawyers in the area, but shefelt like that’s why he dressed the way he did at the club. This way he got to really let loose.

“Have a good night,” Morgan called after them. When Amy glanced over her shoulder right before they left the lobby, she could see Morgan already on her phone. Amy rolled her eyes. She had no doubt that Morgan was updating the chat, though what she could possibly tell them was a mystery.

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