Page 107 of The Arrogant One
“Listen up,” I said. “We’re going to head downstairs, where there are three SUVs waiting for us. Beck is going to meet us—he has a press conference he must attend and a meeting with his coach, and then he has to shower up. Is everyone ready to go?”
“Fuck yes,” Brady growled.
“I can’t wait to celebrate Beck tonight,” Macon declared.
“Me too.” I opened the door to the suite, ready to lead everyone to the bank of elevators.
I was only a few steps past the doorway when Walker gripped my shoulder and voiced, “I’m ready to get my drink on.”
“You didn’t do that during the game?”
“Those beers were an appetizer,” he said. “Vodka is going to be my main course.”
I chuckled. “Fair enough. You’ve earned that.”
As we reached the elevators, Colson asked, “Where the hell is Eden?”
“She took off,” I told him, glancing from him toWalker so they could both hear me. “She slipped out before the game was over. She didn’t want to party. You know, it’s not her scene.”
Walker shook his head. “That’s so like her—and I fucking hate it. I want her here.”
“I know,” I agreed.
“Maybe one day, we’ll be able to convince her to join us,” Colson offered.
“Maybe.”
But as my brothers and I gazed at each other, we knew that probably wouldn’t ever be the case.
I stood between the two, holding the doors open while everyone filed in. When I was the only one left, I chose the one less full and hit the button for the ground floor.
“You haven’t told me the plan for tonight,” Brady said, his arm dangling around Lily’s shoulders as the lift began to descend. “What do you have up your sleeve?”
“Please tell me it’s not a strip club,” Lily groaned.
I laughed at her statement and typed a quick reply to Sadie.
Me
For you, I would fucking beg. And the second you walked through my door, I would get on my knees. That’s how badly I want you.
I slid the phone away and said to the couple, “There’s only one place I’d take you.”
Brady gave Lily a grin, and then he nodded at me. “Musik.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
Sadie
Musik was a vibe. I’d felt that from the moment Bryn and I walked through the door. Although I didn’t have many clubs to compare it to, as bars and restaurants were much more my scene, there was something about this place that clicked with me.
Maybe it was the actual music that played. I felt it—on every level.
Not just in my ears or my body, making me want to dance—although it was doing that too. But what this club did that no other one ever had was target every one of my senses. In the drink that I swallowed, loosening me up. In the decor that filled every space I gazed at, a fluidity that soothed and rocked my eyes. In the scent that I would describe as sex in a bottle, smelling it with every inhale. Pictures did zero justice to this place. It had to be experienced firsthand.
I’d booked us the VIP section, so Bryn and I could bounce between the main dance floor to the private areaon the second story, overlooking the dancers, where we currently were. We’d positioned ourselves along the overhang, a glass half wall that kept us from falling below, and beneath our feet was a glass floor, allowing us to see everything from every angle.
And what that did was create an illusion that we were floating.
