Page 35 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“I wish I had changed my clothes, or at least freshened up my makeup.”
“You’re gorgeous, and you look hot. If I weren’t trying not to be an ass, I would have bent you over your foyer table and—”
She covered his mouth. “Stop. Don’t get me all revved up before we go in there.”
He chuckled as he knocked on the door. Ryan, an Elite Security employee, answered the door and stepped aside to let them in. “The seats are all taken. You’ll be on the floor.”
There was nothing fancy about the small venue. Chairs formed an arc around the stage area, though there was no actual stage. Once those seats were sold out, people stood in the back or sat on the floor.
“Thanks, man,” Brett said as they made their way past him, toward the stage. As they neared the curtains separating the back area from the stage, he whispered, “Do you mind sitting on the floor?”
Sophie shook her head. “It makes it even more fun.”
He pressed his lips to hers, smiling against her lips as he said, “I’m so glad you didn’t blow me off tonight.”
“If you keep kissing me, I’m not going to want to see the show.”
Man, he liked hearing that.
They snuck into the theater quietly and sat on the floor by the stage. Brett pulled Sophie tight against his side. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she watched the show. She laughed unabashedly, and she had the most infectious smile. She turned that smile on him, and his heart beat a little harder. Her brows knitted, and only then did he realize the place had gone dead silent—and the twentysomething comedian was standing in the center of the stage looking at them.
“Check out this guy,” the comedian said, eyes trained on Brett. “He comes in late, glues the babe to his side as if someone might abscond with her, and watches her instead of the show. Dude, really? Look at you. You have more muscles than Popeye, a face that could grace a billboard, and still you’re hanging on to her like she’s the best thing since crunchy peanut butter?”
The crowd laughed.
Brett tightened his grip on Sophie, feeling the eyes of every person in the place on them. He did not need this bullshit after the way their evening had started. He glared at the comedian, which only sparked amusement in the guy’s eyes. Sophie’s smile returned, but it was guarded, like she wasn’t sure if she should be smiling or not. Goddamn it.
“If I looked like you,” the guy said, “I’d be sleeping with every female within a fifty-mile radius.”
The crowd laughed, but the light drained from Sophie’s eyes, bringing fire to Brett’s gut.
“No offense to your gorgeous date, but come on. Like you have to worry?” The comedian motioned toward his own body. “I’m five nine, one fifty. Girls think of me as a waiter, where you’re the entrée. One look at you and women probably cream their pants. Hell, dude, I’d sleep with you.”
Laughter rang out again.
Sophie smiled, a soft laugh slipping from her lips, calming Brett’s mounting ire.
“I like sex,” the comedian said as he paced, thankfully taking them out of the limelight. “Hot, sweaty sex, quick, dirty sex. Hell, it’s all good, right? Who here likes sex?”
The audience cheered. Brett and Sophie exchanged a secret vow of silence, her cheeks pinking up.
The comedian stopped walking, his amused gaze trained on Brett and Sophie again. “I think we have a problem over here.” A low laugh rumbled through the crowd. “You can’t tell me that two beautiful creatures like you aren’t banging the hell out of each other. How hot must that be? If I looked like you, dude, I would want to do it in front of a mirror just to look at myself.”
The audience roared with laughter, hanging on his every word. Brett’s eyes never left Sophie’s. If the guy only knew the truth. The second Sophie was naked, nothing else existed. Hell, the way she was gazing into his eyes right now, like she was trying not to laugh and thinking about him, heat pushed the humor from her eyes, and made him want to strip her bare right there.
“Your girl is hot, but do you even need her?” the comedian teased. “I’m straight as an arrow, but you know, I take off my shirt and girls laugh. They’re like ‘Oh. I thought you were one of those ripped guys, not just skinny.’ They must drool on you. How perfect would that be? Come here, baby. Aim that drool right here between my legs. Atta girl, lube it up.”
