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And I do.
But then I pull back. “How about… if I say one of my problems out loud, and you distract yourself by solving it?”
He frowns. “What problem is that?”
I take a breath
“So you see… when your brother took me to a sex shop and told me he owns a sexclub and toy company-“
“He took you to a sex shop?!”
“Shut up, Finn. Don’t interrupt me.”
“Okay, Sorry,”
“I became… weirdly intrigued about these things.”
He’s blinking like I just told him I joined a cult. “Okay…”
“Back in college, I never got to explore. I was focused on academics and graduated valedictorian.”
“Which is what I loved about you. You were level-headed and driven. You even forced me to graduate, remember? No one believed I would. You’ve got the dream life now. A good job at an IT firm. A hundred and fifty grand a year in salary. You’re killing it,”
“Yeah, but I’m not in college anymore, Finn. And most people think I’m antisocial.”
“I don’t. You’re the most social person I know.”
“You’re lying.”
“Come on, Sloane. I’m supposed to boost your ego.”
“Not by lying.”
He laughs, “Fine. Maybe you are antisocial. But still lovable.”
I cross my arms. “I might be going through a midlife crisis. I want to explore… immorality.”
He frowns. “As much as I hate the idea of you going rogue, I can help you. If you’re doing this, you might as well do it the right way and with the right person.”
“You’ll do that for me?”
“What are friends for?” he says. “Get dressed. We’re going to a strip club. I bet you’ve never been in one.”
I blink.
“You mean that?”
“I know just the right one.”
I launch myself at him, squeezing the breath out of him with a hug. Then I tear across the room to the closet, pulling things out swiftly.
“What dress is that?” Finn asks as I select something black and scandalous.
“I bought it.”
“You’re buying dresses like this now?”
I don’t reply. I’m too busy grabbing shoes and accessories, adrenaline buzzing.
I bolt toward the bathroom.
“We’re going to a strip club!” I sing as I reach the door.
“Oh dear God,” I hear him mutter behind me. “What have I done?”
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His tone is teasing, but when I turn to look at him, his eyes are elsewhere-locked on a girl across the room who’s dancing in slow circles, blowing kisses his way.
I keep looking at the side of his face. His profile tonight is aggravatingly attractive. The lighting softens his cheekbones and puts this strange glow on his skin.
My thighs press together instinctively, and I hate myself a little for it.
There’s something about this place-it smells like lust and liquor and latex. It hums with temptation. It breathes. And I’m breathing with it.
If only Finn would give me the kind of attention he’s giving that naked goddess across the room, maybe I’d get lucky tonight.
Ugh. What is wrong with me?
“Want something to drink?” Finn asks suddenly,
“Huh?” I blink. Only now do I notice he’s waved down a server in fishnets and a leather harness.
“A drink, yes” I say quickly, “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“You sure? I take my bourbon neat.”
“Inmorality, rennernber?”
He laughs, “Right, Good thing none of us are driving.”
As the server disappears, Finn’s eyes move right back to his stripper of choice.
I sigh, Loudly.
And then my phone pings.
It surprises me. No one texts me this late except my mother, my sister, or sometimes work. I glance at the screen, expecting Harper, my supervisor, to be bitching about a deadline or Wes from project management begging to finally take me out on a date.
But it’s a new number.
‘Look what the cat dragged into the club, the text says.
My heart flips like a fish on cocaine.
“Who is this?’ I type, even though I have a good
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“Your partner in wedding sabotaging/
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
‘How did you get my number?’ The Strippers Are Naked
‘Finn. He gave it to me when he begged me to pick you up from the airport’
I grit my teeth as my eyes flick upward, scanning the club-over the stage, beyond the bar, up to the VIP section. And there he is.
Knox Hartley.
Waving his phone, screen lit like a beacon. A strange man is seated beside him, sipping scotch, attention fixed on his phone’s screen.
Knox smiles. Then blows me a kiss.
I want to melt into the floor.
Or throw my drink at him.
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