Page 42 of Sexy Dare (The Sexy 1)

One stalker in a family was enough, he mused, thinking of Faith’s brother, until his words caught him up short. Family? Faith?

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. “Can you assholes leave? I’m trying to get work done. You left me spreadsheets and work up the ass.”

Landon shook his head and laughed, while Tanner said what he was thinking. “Whipped, man. Let me know when the wedding is.”

Jason balled up a sheet of paper and tossed it at his friends. Then he went back to work. He wanted to finish up the paperwork before the club got busy for the night. It would be the first time he was downstairs in weeks, and he needed to put on a good show for his partners that everything was fine and back to normal.

An hour later, he’d reconciled some deliveries, made sure everything was copacetic, and was ready to join Landon and Tanner at the bar when his phone rang.

A glance told him it was Grey. Hope sprung in his veins. “Hey,” he said, answering immediately.

“Hi. Listen, I tried. All the A-listers are booked every weekend for the next month. Even asking for favors didn’t work. Now I can get you Lola,” he said of Lola Corbin.

Now Lola Grissom, married to Rep Grissom Jr., a Major League Baseball player, she was the former lead singer of Tangled Royal when Grey’s band had been together.

“But I have bad news,” Grey said.

A tingle raced up Jason’s spine and he almost guessed the information, but he let Grey tell him anyway. “She’s been working with Charlotte Jasper, who was with her when I asked … and they both want to do the gig.”

“Motherfucker.” But he couldn’t deny the fact that both Lola and Charlotte together would put Club TEN29 on the map when it came to live acts. It would prove their cachet, and other stars would be willing to sign on to sing here. He let out another groan. “I’ll get my attorney to send them a contract and we’ll negotiate from there.”

“Sorry, man.”

“No, I should be thanking you. No worries. How’s Avery?” he asked.

“In the fucking bathroom puking. I don’t know how women do it or why they call it morning sickness,” Grey said, his admiration and worry for his wife obvious.

“Give her my love. I’m going to make the arrangements.” Jason disconnected and immediately texted his partners the news.

He then called his attorney and after that he called Gabe. Stars like Lola and Charlotte together were going to cost a mint and they’d need a loan until they were earning back what they paid on the talent.

Finally, he headed down to the darkness that was his bar. A place he’d always loved, but now he couldn’t wait to get home.

* * *

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Faith asked Savannah Dare, who was eyeing the dresses she’d had delivered from a personal shopper at Neiman Marcus.

“I think it’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time. We’re going to visit my son at his nightclub. We’re going to have a few drinks, have a night out, and enjoy.” Savannah picked up an emerald-colored garment lying on the bed. “This one is for you. I had three sent over, but the green matches your eyes.”

Faith lifted the beautiful garment and draped it over her arm.

“Don’t forget the shoes.” Savannah pointed to a pair of silver strap sandals. “Those are your size.”

Wondering how she’d allowed the woman to talk her into this, Faith headed for Jason’s bathroom, where she’d moved her makeup. Thirty minutes later, the women met up in the family room, dressed to kill. Or be killed, when Jason laid eyes on them outside of the apartment, Faith thought.

“He’s going to be so mad,” she muttered as Savannah, wearing a silver dress, opened the door to the apartment.

“That big bodyguard will be with us. He’ll get over it. I haven’t had a night out to just enjoy myself in God knows how long. I’m going. Are you with me?” Jason’s mother asked.

Faith picked up the small purse Savannah had also had delivered. “Let’s go.” She hadn’t had any time out in over a year. If anyone was overdue, she was. Jason was obviously working out his own issues, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t let loose for once.

And Savannah was right. They had a bodyguard. Let Jason be angry. He was the one who’d hired the man, so he must trust him, she thought, as the apartment door slammed closed behind them with a final thud.

* * *

With a seltzer over ice in hand, Jason made the rounds of the important people, those who paid a hefty sum to get into the nightclub and be guaranteed a private table and server. As the manager, it was his job to ensure everyone’s happiness at his establishment, and Tanner and Landon had been handling things in his absence.

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