Page 34 of The Proposal
He looks up with a glimmer in his eye. “Ready?”
“For what?”
“I have a little surprise for the birthday girl.”
His lopsided smile makes me grin.
“What kind of a surprise?” I ask.
“You’ll see.”
He takes my hand again and leads me outside.
CHAPTER8
Renn
What the fuck am I doing here?
A bolt of lightning flashes over the stage. Screams fill the venue moments before loud, pulsing music replaces them. The auditorium goes dark and every person in attendance loses their mind … except me.
Blakely leans against the balcony rail with her back to the five men marching across the stage in trench coats and snaps a selfie.
“You look like you could use a drink,” a muscled, shiny man says from behind me. “What can I get you? It’s on the house.”
I pull the only hat we could find—the one that saysSoduku Champon it—as low as I can. “I’ll have the biggest, strongest drink you can give me.”
“One for me too.” Blakely sits beside me, the strobing lights making her dress sparkle. Amusement fills her eyes.
I take a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet and hand it to my slick savior. “And please—hurry.”
He laughs and disappears.I hope that wasn’t a scam.
“I can’t believe you brought me here,” Blakely says, beaming. Her face is flushed from the mini bottle of tequila we downed from the gift shop when we stopped to get my hat.
“Well,Ican’t believe out of all the things you wanted for your birthday, you wanted this.”
She makes no secret out of glancing down at my cock. “Yeah, well, sometimes you can’t have what you really want.”
Fuck. Me.
We take our drinks, Blakely’s splashing on my pants as she tries to turn, cheer, and laugh at the same time.
I sit back in my seat and watch her get into the performance.
I’m going to have a lot of questions to answer with Astrid in the morning.
The seats my assistant was able to score were ridiculously priced but on a private balcony.“At least you can drink for free while you watch men gyrate on stage,” she said. “Please try not to get photographed—for all of our sakes.”
Blakely dances to the music, her round ass shaking back and forth just inches from my knee. Sweat dots her skin. Her hair clings to the back of her neck as she moves.
I spread my legs apart and grip my cock. It’s so hard it hurts. It aches. It fucking throbs.
I don’t know what I was thinking bringing her here, other than I wanted her to have a memory of the two of us tonight.Of me, tonight. One fun, unforgettable experience that when she looks back on her thirtieth birthday weekend, she can’t help but think of me.
The dancers open their trench coats to piercing screams as I feel a buzzing in my pocket. I’ve never been more thankful to have a text in my life.
Dad: I had dinner tonight with Bobby Downing. Remember him? He helped us close the deal when we bought the hockey team, so I brought him on board with this Arrows mess. Hoping he can force the purchase through.
