Page 30 of Undeniable

CHAPTER SEVEN

I drive my Jaguar to Been Jammin' and get in the line for valet parking. It’s long and I sit patiently, thinking about the construction in the East Wing and whether or not I’ll go to Italy this year with the family for Christmas or decide to come out here to work on it instead. A limousine pulls past, and I watch with curiosity who is in it. When the car door is opened, I see a pair of stilettos appear and my heart skips a beat.But then I see a redhead exit and my heart goes back to beating normal. I pull up under the canopy and an epiphany hits me between the eyes.What if she is driven to work and uses the fucking front door? It wouldn’t be the first time a club asked their stars to promote their show by allowing the fans close access.

When the valet takes my information and keys, I ask if the redhead was a star.

"Oh no. Only here. That was Cat. She’s part owner, but you never know who will show up. I’ve opened the doors of limo’s and discovered Brittney Spears, Jennifer Lopez and once Toby Keith." He smiles. "Super nice guy."

"That’s fly!" I pull a $20 out of my pocket. "Does Seary arrive in a limo?"

He grins at me and winks as he takes the money. "She sure does about two hours before her show starts too."

I enter the casino and walk straight back to the Club. When I arrive at the hostess podium, the hostess politely asks. "Do you have a reservation?"

"I want a reservation," I state and smile.

"Where?"

"The Gentlemen’s Club."

"There isn’t anything available tonight, but I can put you down for tomorrow night."

I look away, trying not to show my displeasure at having to wait another night. It’s not in my nature to let things just happen. It’s in my nature to make things happen. "Yes. Please. Put me down for tomorrow night." I give her my name and contact information, then walk away a few feet, stop and walk back up, holding a $50, leaning in and whispering to her. "I forgot to tip you. Excuse me."

"That’s very considerate of you."

"If you have a no show tonight on a reservation, please give me a call. I want to fill it. There’s a twin in my pocket for you if you do."

She laughs. "If there are triplets in your pocket, I can guarantee we will have a cancelation tonight."

I laugh too. "If you can get me one of those elevated booths in the center before Seary’s show starts, there are quadruplets in my pocket for you."

"Be here at midnight." She leans away. "And marks it down on her board."

"We’ll see you then." I wink at her and pat my pocket.

Walking away, I feel like a gambler feeding an addiction. Heading back to the entrance, I check the time. It’s 9:45pm. She should be arriving in 15 minutes. Sitting at a slot machine close enough to see outside, I watch the vehicles arriving, absentmindedly feeding it $100’s and pushing the buttons letting the reel spin pissing money into it. At around 9:55, four big men in suits, arrive and standby just inside the lobby. At 10:00 sharp, a limo pulls up. The big dudes walk and stand post, then one of them opens the door. A small pair of red Converse tennis shoes and distressed skinny jeans appears first, followed by a red cable ribbed sweater that accentuates nice plump breasts under it. Laying on top of the mounds is one thick braided blonde ponytail. The young lady, wearing a ball cap that’s pulled down snug shielding her eyes, stands up and exits the vehicle. Instantly my heart goes from zero to three thousand RPM’s and my breath gets cut off in my throat.It’s Seary.I recognize her by the elegant way she moves.The four men casually surround her and they walk as a unit inside. She smiles at the doorman when he speaks to her and waves at him with her fingers.

Impulsively, I hit the cash out button to intercept her path. No plan in mind. Shooting from the hip. I’ll come up with something. Bells start clanging and the light on top of my machine starts spinning. I freeze.What the hell?I hit the jackpot.Not now!I turn back to watch helplessly as her entourage walks by. She peeks around a massive body to look at my machine and I see her smile of happiness. My heart skips a beat and my breath hangs up again.What a true beauty she is. No makeup and she’s still stunning.Her light green eyes shift to find mine. The winner at the slot. My gut draws up with nervous anticipation, wondering what feeling I will get when our eyes connect, but her bodyguard’s stride blocks the direct connection and my eyes trail after her retreating figure.Her ass looks perfect in those jeans.

I turn to the lady sitting two machines down and tell her. "Congratulations, ma’am. You just won the jackpot. It’s all yours."

She looks startled with my words, then recovers quick. "Thank you! What a nice young man you are!"

As I walk away, I hear her friend add. "What a handsome young man too!"

I close the distance behind Seary, analyzing how her detail proceeds and how they assess the crowd.They are trained bodyguards. On the lookout for prowlers and possible stalkers.An older couple waves at Seary, calling her by name, and she waves back, then stops to chitchat and pose for a picture. She slides in-between them and they hug her up tight while one of her goons takes the picture. I circle around to get a better view, but stay far enough away not to be seen.It’s hard to tell if her goons are more for crowd control than safety, but the way their suits are cut, they could be packing weapons.

They continue without incident and I fall in line behind them all the way to the fake patio at the Club entrance, and watch as she disappears from my view.

Knowing she’s here getting ready to perform, sets me on edge and I decide to wait at the bar. Wedging myself between the men crowded around, a nearly topless bartender, I order a Crown and coke tonight. UFC is on the screen overhead, and I absentmindedly watch the two dudes grappling on the ground for position, letting my mind go over the details and formulate a plan of action.I haven't played this game before. Hmm. Do I begin my seduction first? Her team is punctual which means predictable. I could work that to my advantage. Do I get in her path and get noticed? Getting her alone in a VIP room is a must, and the ideal scenario, but if all else fails, I can book a Fucking Fantasy.

I decide to text Darren while I wait.

*I’m at the Club. Bart runs a top-notch establishment.*

A couple of minutes go by unanswered.He’s probably asleep.

*And Seary?*

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