Page 65 of Accidental Husband
I nodhell yeah. I mean, I'm not sure how I feel about strip clubs. But the women here seem happy enough. And they're making money. So more power to them.
"My friend wants a dance," Griff says.
"What?" I blink twice, but it does nothing to wake me from this nightmare. A lap dance. No. I… Uh…
The dancer smiles. "Your friend is cute." Her eyes fix on me. "I love dancing for couples."
She loves—
Oh my God.
I stare at my best friend. "Is this—"
"On me." He pulls out his wallet. "How much is a dance?"
She leans in to whisper in his ear.
He pulls out a wad of cash and presses it into her palm. "Shall we?"
"But… I… Huh…" My gaze shifts to Adrian on his way back from the bar with my drink.
Adrian's gaze shifts to the dancer. To her ass.
It's nice. I can't blame him for looking. But isn't he trying to get into my pants?
He could at least pretend I'm the only person who interests him.
Are all men scum or just most of them?
I take my drink from Adrian and flash him a fake smile. Griff is right. He's a loser. He's not worth my time or effort. "I'm getting a dance."
"A few, actually." Griffin's fingers curl into my side. "We'll see you later." He winks at Adrian.
Adrian's face screws with confusion. Then that look I know well.Oh, so she's your girl, you lying asshole."Fucking slut." He shakes his head. "You gonna fuck him too?"
"Oh, that's where you draw the line?" I ask. "Not me cheating on my fiancé?"
"I don't do threesomes. Not like that." Adrian's gaze shifts to the dancer.
Her expression stays serene. "Shall we?"
"We shall." I wave goodbye to the asshole philanderer. I mean, I guess he's not technically the one philandering. And it didn't happen. But the intent is there.
Griff pulls me closer.
I stay closer.
It feels good. He feels good. Or maybe I'm drunk and lonely.
But, God, he's so much better than Adrian or Jackson or all the other assholes who think fidelity is optional.
I follow him, and the dancer, past the tables. Through a red velvet curtain (of course). Into a room with red couches.
And half-naked women.
And naked women.
It's the lap dance room.
