Dominic chuckled.
“You know what?” I said. “I think Tracy’s hotter anyway, I’m sure we c
an get—”
The door opened and a thick white guy with no neck stepped inside, a sneer on his face. “Party’s over. Time to go.”
chapter
SIX
My mouth dropped open. “Are you fucking serious?”
The bouncer surveyed the room and his gaze landed on Dominic. “Yeah, you can’t touch the dancers. You all need to leave.”
“He didn’t touch her,” I said. “I did, and it was completely on accident.”
The enormous man shook his head and crossed his powerful arms over his chest. “Not what the girl said, but it doesn’t matter.”
“This is bullshit.”
“Are we going to have a problem here?”
Dominic’s hands were on my waist, locking me in place, as if he knew I was a heartbeat away from getting in the bouncer’s face. I drew in a breath to even myself out and remain in control. It was done, and no amount of talking was going to salvage it. “Nope, no problem.” I put my hand on top of Dominic’s, urging him to release me. “Let’s go. I’m fucking exhausted anyway. The jet lag is catching up.”
It wasn’t possible to feel worse than I did as we were escorted through the club toward the main door. There were round tables near the entrance that had poles in the center so the dancers could entertain smaller parties, up close and personal. Ashley, back in her bra, was up on the table, dancing for a group of men.
I felt a little better when several of the guys turned my direction and watched me. From the annoyed expression on her face, I could tell she knew. These men preferred to look at me, fully clothed, over her in a bra and skimpy underwear.
The night air was cool as we waited for Saul to pull the limo up.
“Guys,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
Evie shivered in the breeze, but laughed. “It wasn’t your fault. And think about how awesome the story is. I got kicked out of a strip club during my bachelorette party.”
Logan’s hands rubbed up and down her arms, trying to warm her. “Payton, it’s not a problem.”
“Of course not. You’re just dying to get your blindfold back on.”
Logan’s grin developed slowly, and it looked seductive and sinister in the moonlight, much like a predator’s, and Evie was his prey. “You’re not wrong.”
The limo pulled up and Saul hopped out, opening the back door. Evie and Logan climbed inside, but I motioned for Dominic to go next, and set a hand on our driver’s arm.
“Can you just drive around for the next forty-five minutes or so? Stay in the city, but keep us moving?”
If it was an odd request, Saul didn’t show it. “Sure, not a problem.”
“Thanks.” As I climbed in and shut the door, I wondered how much of our party he could hear behind the black privacy glass. Maybe he’d go home tonight and tell his wife about chauffeuring us from drag queen club to titty bar, or perhaps this wasn’t that wild of a night for him. He was a limo driver in Chicago and might have driven all sorts of crazy celebrities.
“No more liquor for you.” I tugged the champagne glass from Evie’s hand. I didn’t want it to be any easier on Logan. In fact, I wanted him to need a crowbar to get her knees apart.
“What’s going on?” The corners of her mouth turned downward. “Earlier you acted like you thought I was insane, and now you’re on board?”
“Yeah,” Dominic said before I could get anything out. “Now that she’s got something riding on it.”
Logan held an amused smile. “You made a bet?” His gaze settled on mine. “You’re going to lose.”
Dominic laughed. “I told her that.”