Page 53 of Wingwoman
I shook my head, sliding the folder back into my purse. “Nope. Remember? I shared my Google calendar with you last week and tonight was blocked off. Since we’re running low on time, I didn’t want you to waste the night though. But you’ll have to be on your best behavior.”
He stared at me long and hard, his gaze sweeping down my body in a way that left me flushed. I was already dressed in my leather skirt and sequined tank top. But for the purposes of our meeting, I put a blazer on over it. All he could see was a little bit of bling peeking out of the blazer. “Big date tonight?”
Bitterness cracked at the edges of his question.
“A bachelorette party for my dad’s latest bride.”
His eyes widened at that. “Dad’slatestbride? How many other brides have there been?”
“Four,” I stated unapologetically. I was never one to mince words. “This will be his fifth marriage. When you’ve watched your dad marry and divorce several times, you get a little jaded.ButI’m bringing my other client with me. She’ll sort of be my escape from the party.”
Speaking of Maggie, my phone buzzed with a text from her right as I grabbed my purse.
Maggie:
Should I wear this? Or do I go with something fancier?
Two pictures were attached to the text message.
In the first picture, Maggie stood in front of a mirror wearing skinny jeans, boots, and a cute tank top. In the other image, an outfit was laid out on the bed– a cute a-line flower skirt, and an off-the-shoulder white blouse that matched it.
Even though the second outfit is probably what I would have chosen to wear, it didn't quite fit the vibe tonight. It was perfect for a garden wedding, but not so much for a night on the town with a bunch of girls.
I texted her back, telling her to go with the skinny jeans, then I checked the time on my phone.
I had thirty minutes before our dinner reservation. And I was glad to have that extra time. We were meeting just down the street at a soul food meets Mexican restaurant that my soon-to-be stepsisters swore by.
And that extra thirty minutes I had right now meant I could ditch my blazer in my car, finish my coffee in peace, and get to the restaurant early enough to score a seat for Maggie and me near the exit.
With any luck, we could finish quickly and be out of there before the group piled into the limo to head to the strip club.
There was no way in hell I was going to a strip club with my future stepmother. The fact that she and all her daughters were going was already weird enough. Add to that fact, I was combining this night with a pro-bono night working with Maggie and any man we found at a strip club, if any, were probably not what she was looking for.
Maggie responded almost immediately.
Maggie:
Are you sure!? What’s everyone else wearing?
“Where are you going for this bachelorette party?” Josh pressed me further.
I stood from the table and picked up my now sweating cup of cold brew coffee. “Nowhere you’ll want to be, trust me.”
He smiled and his brows shot up. “Strip club?”
I mimed zipping my lips. “I’ll never say.”
“Youmay never say!” My spine went stiff at the sound of the brassy voice behind me. “ButIsure as hell will!”
Josh’s eyes lit up brightly as his gaze traveled over my shoulder. “And you are?”
I closed my eyes tightly.This wasn’t happening. Please tell me this wasn’t happening.
“My name’s Viv! And this gorgeous girl here is about to be my stepdaughter!”
I had to get her out of there… and fast. If loudmouth Viv saw that I was with Josh, she’d be the first one to run screaming to all her friends and neighbors that her future stepdaughter was seen with Josh Gabriel.
It seriously couldn’t get any worse.
