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“That’s how I meant it.”
“Then thank you.”
We exchange a smile that makes my stomach tighten.
“Are you guys ready?” Brock yells.
Fuck you, Brock.
I pull Blakely closer, spreading my fingers against the dip in her lower back. “Want to ditch them and go out by ourselves tonight?”
“That’s funny. I thought you’d want to ditch them andstay inby ourselves tonight.”
“Say the word.” I lean closer. “Say the fucking word.”
Thoughts of unwrapping her out of that dress roll through my mind.
She winks, stepping away. As she moves, she brushes her hand against my crotch. “We’re ready, Brock,” she calls sweetly.
I growl as she walks away.
This will be the longest,hardestnight of my life.
CHAPTER7
Blakely
“Would you like anything else?” Gerald asks, glancing around the table.
Renn sits back, rolling up his sleeves. The motion draws attention to his thick, muscled forearms and the tattoos etched into his skin. His smile hints at debauchery.
“Need anything, Blakely?” he asks.
His question is an innuendo, one I think managed to slip by Brock and Ella. But it didn’t miss its mark …me.
Renn has made me feel like the center of the universe this evening—giving me all his attention, prioritizing our conversations, and not missing a moment to tell me that I look beautiful.
I sweep the lingering notes of overpriced tequila and toasted almonds from my lips. “I’ll have another one of these.”
He lifts a brow. “Really? You’ve had two.”
“I’m glad you can count.”
Renn smirks and turns to Gerald. “She’ll have another one of those, and I’ll have another scotch and soda.”
“Yes, sir. What about your companions?”
Renn takes in Brock and Ella’s canoodling and shakes his head. “I think they’re good.”
“I’ll return shortly. Thank you.”
The restaurant pulses around us, the air filled with laughter, music, and excitement. Vaulted ceilings and deep wood tones blend with twinkling lights and walls of flowers to create an illusion of being indoors and outdoors at the same time. It’scomfortable luxury—and I’m here for it.
My skin tingles from the tequila.It better tingle. I tried to order a cheaper brand, but Renn insisted I try the most expensive version on the menu. It should’ve come with its own bartender for what he will pay for it.
“It’s still fairly early—for Vegas, anyway,” Renn says, glancing at his watch. “What else do you want to do tonight?”
I trail my fingertip around the edge of my glass. “Well, Ella and I did have plans.”
