Page 78 of Fear of Love
“I’ve been dying to come here ever since I saw the movie. I’m so ready to see hot half naked men dance,” Mila said, practically bouncing in her heels as we waited to go through the door.
“Enjoy your time,” the guy said as he opened the door for us to enter. As soon as we stepped through, any feelings and thoughts from before flew out the window. My eyes widened as we slowly walked into the room–dim lights, pulsing music, and a stage that promised trouble.
This place was incredible. In my head, I pictured more of a strip joint with raised platforms and random seats placed with horrible lighting. This was nothing like that.
It was two stories tall with an upper level that held about four rows of seats, staggered in a way that everyone could see the stage directly in the middle. The floor level, where we currently were, was big and spacious with tables scattered about. It was definitely more of an intimate vibe than I expected.
The closer we got to the stage, the bigger it got, making me wonder exactly what the performers would do on it. It took up most of the space on the floor level and was big enough to hold agood fifteen people, if not more. Tasha stopped in front of a table right nextto the stage.
“This is us.” Tasha swept her hand out as she showed off our table.
“You sure?” Josie asked.
“Yep.” With a bright grin, Tasha took a seat in one of the chairs. The table wasn’t necessarily large, but it comfortably sat all four of us and would be big enough for drinks. I took a seat on the other side of the table, the farthest from the stage, with Mila, letting Josie and Tasha be closer.
No sooner had we sat down did a waiter come by to ask if we wanted something to drink. The waiter was dressed in a nice button-up shirt and slacks. The white dress shirt was tighter than normal to show off his muscular arms. He was beyond attractive, and I wondered if you had to be to work here. Probably.
“Four tequila shots to start,” Tasha instantly said. “And a glass of wine for me.”
The waiter turned to the rest of us. “Anything else for you?”
One by one, we ordered before he left with a dazzling smile.
“Wow,” I said, sharing a look with the others. “Even the waiters are nice to look at.”
“What is in the water here?” Mila asked, eyes following all the waiters walking around dressed in the same fashion as ours.
“This place is even better than I thought,” Josie remarked. “How did you even get us seats this close?” she asked Tasha.
“I know a guy.” Tasha shrugged. Before she could elaborate, the waiter came back with our drinks.
“Have a good night, ladies.” He gave us a brief smirk that would make any woman’s panties drop. Were they paid to flirt with the guests? Again, probably.
“I want to propose a toast.” Tasha grabbed her tequila shot and held it up. “To Josie. My best friend, my sister, the personwho has stood by my side, no matter what.” Across from me, both girls shared a smile that told of their long friendship. “I am so unbelievably happy for you. Tonight is all about you. So, to Josie Scott, soon to be Josie Boone.”
“To Josie.” We lifted our shots, clinking the mini glasses together. I knocked mine back with a grimace. My throat burned as I swallowed.
“God, that stings.” Josie coughed.
“As the guys always say—it puts hair on your chest,” Tasha said around her own cough.
“I think I’m good with no chest hair.” Mila shook her head, taking a big sip of her wine.
“Safe to say the guys don’t know we’re here tonight?” Josie asked a few moments later.
“Nope. But even if Trevor knew, he isn’t my keeper.” Tasha said. There was something to be said about a guy that trusted his girlfriend when she went out and didn’t try to dictate what she did. Thankfully, none of the guys were the type to care if we were here tonight.
We made small talk about the wedding coming up in just a few short weeks before the lights dimmed. The chatter of women, and some men, grew from the anticipation of what was to come. The show was about to start.
Josie turned her chair around to face the stage as Tasha smirked in our direction. Now I knew why she got us a table so close to the stage, and why she wanted Josie to sit near it.
“She’s in for a treat,” Mila whispered next to me.
The sound of heels echoed around the room seconds later. The room quieted down as a woman appeared on stage, a spotlight on her.
“Welcome, ladies and gentleman,” her voice rang out.
“Think I can ask her where she got her outfit?” Tasha leaned over to whisper.
