“Let’s go, girls,” Darian says, getting up from the chair. I shrug. I’m not here to work with him. If he leaves then Max only has to deal with me. And I can drive a harder bargain. Maybe Mr. Playboy hasn’t realized that yet, but he will. That’s why I’m the man and he’s a….child.
But that’s when the music changes.
It’s sudden and there’s almost s silence that goes through the crowd.
Both Darian and I turn to the main stage, which has a perfect line of sight from the VIP table we’re in.
And we see….her.
The most beautiful fucking woman to ever be created in this world.
Holy. Fucking. Christ.