Page 63 of Accidental Husband
I clear my throat. "No, just, um—"
"Questions from the best man," Griff covers.
Adrian nodssure. He leans in to whisper in my ear. "My dad gave me and my brother a piece of advice."
"That's your brother?" I motion to the groom.
He nodsyeah, isn't the resemblance obvious?(It is not). "He said that once you're wearing that ring it's over. If you need one last fling to help you embrace your wife, do it."
"It doesn't count?" I ask.
He nods.
It takes the utmost concentration to maintain my poker face. Is this dude really so shady that he's trying to talk me into cheating on my fictional fiancé?
It's one thing if I'm going for it. He's actually encouraging it.
My phone buzzes in my lap.
Griffin: What did he say?
Jules: That it's good to have a one-night stand before your wedding. Get it out of your system.
Griffin: You're still talking to this asshole?
Jules: You don't want to go to a strip club?
Griffin: We can go by ourselves.
Jules: We can go now.
Griffin: All right, but I'm going to show you a good time here.
Jules: What does that mean?
Griffin: You'll see.
Griffin slides his cell into his slacks. His eyes meet mine. His lips curl into a smile.
Not a friend smile.
A something else smile.
A something confusing smile.
* * *
Much like the limo,the strip club glows with red light. It's named after Beelzebub himself and the imagery is, well, obvious.
Devil horns sit atop the cocktail waitresses' heads. Or wigs, as the case may be. Most of the women are wearing extensions, but some must be faking that hair completely.
They're in red lingerie, Devil tails affixed to the backs of their bustiers.
Of course, their shoes—a mix of platform boots, platform heels, and platform mules—are red.
Their shoes are tall. How the hell are they walking in those?
The women on stage—well, the stages—are even more ornately adorned (or undressed, depending).
