Page 139 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I pressed my lips together.If you say so.
“And Matt is too busy playing with my new granddaughter these days. But I’m fine. Because I have you. And now a new bestie.”
“Who is it?”
“If it goes well, I’ll introduce him to you.”
That was a weird way to talk about his friend...
“Now go! Break my curse and make us an adorable little baby!” He slapped my ass.
It feels like he’s up to something...But I did need to go. I couldn’t be late!
I was early. And I smiled when I saw that Cole was early too. Because I didn’t want to be waiting outside the Caldwell Hotel alone. People might point. And laugh. Or throw things at me. Ihurried up to him. He was looking quite dapper in a fitted black tux and matching bowtie. He’d gone all out.
“Well you’re looking rather innocent tonight,” he said. “You know this is a sex club, right?”
I laughed. “Yeah. Unfortunately I know exactly what kind of club this is.” A club that thought I was a raging racist. “So what’s your master plan to fix my image?”
“You’ll see.” He took my hand and we went up to Club Onyx together.
As soon as we stepped off the elevator, people turned in my direction. And then they started whispering.
“Are those people staring at me?”
“Who?” asked Cole.
There were too many to count. “Everyone?”
“I doubt it.”
They’re definitely whispering about me...“You don’t think I’m racist, do you?”
He laughed. “No. But you probably shouldn’t go around asking that question. Just...ignore everyone.”
“I thought you said they weren’t staring at me?”
He shrugged.
All I could do was laugh. At least he was holding my hand. If he wasn’t, I would have already fled. I half expected Tanner to pop up any moment and ruin the date too. To tell me Cole was diseased. Or had a small penis. Or was shooting blanks or something.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“That I should never have come back here.”
“You just need to get your mind off of it. And I know exactly how.” He pulled me toward the dance floor.
I laughed when he dropped my hand and started to do the chicken dance.
If there was anything that could pull me out of my head, it was dancing with Cole. I laughed again as he spun me around and pulled me in close. I stared into his eyes as his hands slid to my waist. It was easy to focus on just him when the music was blaring and his hands were on my waist.
He pulled back and shimmied in the most ridiculous way.
I copied him. And then we kept doing dumb moves back and forth.
“I know we’re having fun,” said Cole. “But we’re gonna be late for my master plan.” He pulled out a key with an eyeball on it.
Oh no.What kind of room did that lead to?
