Page 24 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

I frowned, prompting Natasha to glance at my phone.

“Go to him. Invite him over,” she hiccupped. “He can’t pull that elusive shit. We want to meet him.”

“Be nice.”

I stood and smoothed my dress down before making my way through the crowd, taking slow, deliberate steps as I wobbled to the bar. The last thing I wanted was to fall and bust my ass.

A sense of dread filled me, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see Chadwick. Once he was in my line of sight, my mood changed. The girls said he looked like a model, but in that nightclub, he was a god amongst mortals. He didn’t belong on this earth.

Chadwick’s smile faded to a frown as he scanned me from head to toe. He didn’t like my dress. My dress, or lack thereof, was one more thing to judge. He touched the barstool next to him.

“Have a seat.”

“Thank you for the champagne,” I said, shimmying onto the barstool. “Why didn’t you tell me you would be here?”

“James and I were in the neighborhood.” He gestured to a smiling and dancing James on the dance floor.

“Out looking for fresh meat, eh?” I kept my tone neutral to the point of feigning boredom. To my surprise, he roared.

“I’m enjoying the crowd. I’m not planning to take anyone home, unless you want to go with me.” Chadwick sipped the amber liquid in his glass. He didn’t even try to disguise the flirtation in his tone and smile.

I ignored his flirtations by using my favorite method of deflection—sarcasm.

“Ha-ha. Come over to VIP. I would like to introduce you to my friends. We don’t bite.” I stood, tugging him off the barstool. He reluctantly stood and fished in his pocket for his money clip.

“I like to bite,” he said with a wink, putting down a wad of cash on the bar and signaling the bartender. He sighed,” Someone has to make sure your ass doesn’t fall out of that dress.” He caught James’ attention and pointed to the upper level of the club. James nodded his head and continued to dance.

“He dances alone?”

“He’s a great dancer and enjoys the attention,” he laughed. “He’ll stay at that all night.”

“Chadwick, I’m afraid that we didn’t receive extra wristbands. I don’t think they’ll let you into our section.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Now, let’s talk about the dress . . .”

I struck a pose, unsteady on my heels.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it. I pray your mother doesn’t find out you’re dressed like this. She’d put my nuts in a vise.” He took a slight bow with his arm outstretched.

I took his hand in mine and guided him through the hot, crowded lower level. I flashed my wristband and prepared myself to appeal to the bouncer to admit my unexpected guest. Instead, Chadwick nodded a hello to the bouncers, and the surly older guy unhooked the velvet rope to let the two of us in. I looked at him in stunned silence as Chadwick nodded in gratitude. Before we ascended the stairs, he leaned into my ear.

“I know them from being out and about, if that is what you are wondering.”

I did wonder how he made it through security without saying word. I’d never known someone with such a charmed life. Chadwick had the magical ability to get whatever he wanted.

We walked up the stairs to the cooler and more secluded area, and I breathed a sigh of relief. We were alone with no pesky friends to embarrass me. The girls were on the private dance floor having a great time. Natasha and Simone were dancing with a tall guy I recognized as an LSU football player while Keely twerked on an equally tall and muscular guy.

“Would you like a vodka and club soda?” I offered.

“Yes. Thank you.”

I grabbed a glass and poured the clear liquids into a cocktail glass, handing the drink to him before settling onto the red leather tufted bench. I leaned back and took a long swallow of champagne. He slid closer until his denim-clad leg touched my bare leg. We were so close I could smell his cologne. He glanced down at my cleavage, and I was a bundle of nerves. I placed a hand on my bouncing leg to stop the movement. I tried to disguise the nerves by tapping my foot to the rhythm of the movement. Chadwick gestured to the dance floor.

“Wanna dance? I’ll let you twerk on me.”

“It isn’t appropriate for my client to grind up on me,” I replied curtly.

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