“We already established she was a huge bitch when we danced in the VIP room. What did she do to Clara that has you jumping to rescue her?” Damien cocks his head and I know I need to explain.
“Maureen told Clara if she didn’t find a date she would set her up with one of her friends. Clara lied to her and told her she had a date, and when I showed up at Clara’s house Maureen assumed I was the date she was talking about. I didn’t correct her.”
“So what? Let her take someone she sets her up with.” Axel’s smug face makes Damien laugh.
I glare at both of them. Fuck that. I can’t even explain how much jealousy is coursing through me at the moment. My brothers would never understand. Hell, I don’t even understand it. All I know is that is not an option, nor will it ever be an option. “No.”
They erupt into more laughter. “Oh someone has it bad.”
“No I don’t.” This conversation is proving pointless. “Listen, I’m helping her. And when I’m done, I’m going to go back to my old ways.”
“Why are you waiting to go back to your ways until after the wedding?” Axel asks the smirk turning into a full blown smile.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m going to the wedding, but I’m still me. I’m still going to do what I do. The ladies would be so upset if I took this away from them.” I showcase my abs with my hands.
“I don’t believe it.” Damien glances around. “Take home that girl right now.” He points to some leggy blonde.
I stare at her for a moment and then face my brothers. I shrug. “Nah, not my type.”
“Since when do you have a type?”
Since I met Clara, I want to scream. But, I don’t say a word, only shrug again.
“You like her.” Axel says, pushing me with his shoulder.
“No, I don’t.” I leave my brothers standing there as I make my way over to the blonde Damien pointed at. “Hi.” I lean my elbows on the table in front of my intended target. She flutters her lashes. Her blood-red lips wrap around her straw. The message is clear, the straw in her mind is my dick. Yet, I’m not turned on in the slightest. It appears my taste is for a different shade of red lipstick.
“Hey Ben. There’s two women here saying they’re your guests for the night,” Tom, one of the newer bouncers says, interrupting me.
The straw ejects from Blondie’s mouth. I rap my knuckles on the table, giving a nod to the blonde, and following Tom toward the front of the club.
I have no idea who’s waiting for me, and I hate to admit this happens a lot. Some girls back for a good time, some just looking for some fun, but when I spot the dark-haired beauty near the front I can’t help my smile from breaking free.
“Maureen, let’s go. This is Ben’s job. I’m sure he doesn’t need any distractions,” Clara says to Maureen, not noticing me.
“Clara, if he’s your date to my wedding I want to get to know him. I don’t need drama on my day. Besides him and I had chemistry."
“Clara, Maureen,” I say, interrupting Maureen’s selfish rant.
“Ben,” Maureen says, turning around with a fake smile plastered on her face.
Before I can say anything, Clara launches herself at me, hugging me so she can whisper in my ear. I grab her ass instead.
It’s a nice fucking ass.
“I’m sorry, Ben,” Clara whispers against the shell of my ear. “She insisted on coming and seeing you. I’m sure she wants to humiliate me. I tried to text you, but you didn’t answer.”
My hands brand her perfect ass as she clings onto me, and for a second I forget where I am. I don’t want to let her go, but as my cock ticks to life, I whisper back into her ear, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, Clara.” I step back, my eyes meeting hers, and then I face Tom “Put these two lovely ladies in the VIP section.” I tug Clara close again. “I have to get back, but I’ll see you tonight. Oh, and one more thing, every dance I do tonight I’ll be thinking of you.”
Clara’s cheeks burn bright red as I step back, studying her. I know she wants things all business, but fuck, I can’t help myself when she’s around.
As I walk away, I overhear Maureen saying, “Oh VIP section, I guess you can do some things right.”
I turn around, walking backward with a big smile, my attention all on the girl who is slowly crawling into my system. “Clara, you look sexy tonight. I’m glad you came to see me.”
Maureen scoffs and my chest fills with pride.
“You look sexy too.” Clara smiles and winks. And I have to stop myself from wanting to strip her down naked and explore the curves I know she has underneath that tight-green dress.