Page 81 of The Lake House

“Um, okay,” Roger nods.

“Come with us,” Brad says as he and Joey rise from their seats. “Come on, fellas. Wait till you see what we’ve got planned.”

They sound pretty excited about thisgiftfor Rog, probably more so than he is. In fact, Rog is looking kind of nauseated.

“Better go see what they set up,” I say to Rog, tugging him along.

We follow Brad and Joey over to a desk. A four-hundred pound mafia-looking giant—who is probably close to seven feet—looks at Brad dead in the eyes as he announces our presence.

“Macdonald, bachelor party of four.”

Giant Mafia Dude looks at us one by one and suddenly cracks a smile. “Macdonald party. Right this way, please.”

We follow him down a hallway, where he ultimately leads us to a private room in the back. There are silky couches wrapping around the entire room, fuchsia wallpaper lines the walls, and a dimly lit setting creates a seductive atmosphere.

Giant Mafia Dude smiles and motions for us to go further into the room. Once we’re all inside, he turns around and holds onto the doorknob. “Make yourselves comfortable. Your entertainment will be right with you, gentlemen.” He leaves and closes the door behind him.

“Man, I can’t wait!” Joey shouts. “Rog, you’re going to love this!”

If this is what I think it’s going to be, Rog is not going to love this.

Brad wills everyone to take a seat. “Gentlemen, get cozy, because you’re in for a special treat tonight. Rog, this is all for you.”

Roger throws me a worried glance. All I can do is shrug and pray he doesn’t pass out.

We take our seats on the couches and after a few minutes, there’s a loud rap on the door.

“Wooo!” Joey shouts. Then, facing Roger and me, he says, “This is it.” Turning toward the door, he answers, “Come in.”

Moments later, the door slowly swings open, and yep, this is exactly what I thought Brad and Joey had planned.

And yep, Rog is not going to love this.

I peek over at him and see he’s turned pale.

Our entertainment—three big-breasted women in bras and panties—comes waltzing in.

“Hello, boys,” the blonde says. She’s wearing a navy blue matching bra and panty set.

Behind her, a brunette in a pink set holds a long feathery-thing up to her lips. “Mmmm,” she coos, her eyes feasting upon each of us. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Lastly, a shorter girl with dark auburn hair shuts the door behind them and then comes forward. “Fuck, I know who I want to bend over in front of already.” Her eyes have landed on me.

Of course they have.

“Is thatallyou want to do?” the blonde asks.

The brunette speaks up instead. “Nah, Janette. You know, knowing Nadia, she probably wants to grind up against him,” she says, looking at me. “Hi, handsome.”

What the hell? Why are they both coming toward me?

“You’re right, Izzy,” Janette responds.

Okay, so the blonde is Janette, the brunette is Izzy, and the shorter girl is Nadia.

Why the hell am I trying to get their names right?They’re confusing me when all I want to do is get out of here and see my baby, Giules.

“Holy shit,” Brad states as he takes in the sight of the women. “You’re so lucky, bro!” He smacks my arm.

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