“That also is the opposite.” A strand of her hair has fallen loose, and she twists it around her finger before weaving it into the rest of her hair. “I’m afraid my fantasies are probably boring.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.” I step closer to her and gently touch her arm with the tip of my finger. “Tell me.”
She covers her face with her hand for a quick moment before looking at me again. “It’s about the scene from your show. At Club Red.”
My brows lift. “Which one?”
“The one where you and Darian choose a woman from the audience, take her out for dinner and dancing …”
“You want to go out for dinner and dancing?”
“I really don’t care about the dancing part. I think the part that struck me was how you were completely focused on her and pampered her. Made her feel cared for.”
Not for the first time, I wonder how bad Lorraine’s marriage was, and what kind of jerk she’d been married to. Apparently, a lot of women need more care from the men in their lives, because that act is usually one of the most popular, based on comments from women in the audience.
“You want to recreate that scene for our date?”
She nods.
“With Darian too?”
Again she nods, looking shy again, not meeting my eyes.
With a fingertip on her chin, I tip her head back so she’ll look at me. “You should ask for what you want. All of it. Because my brother and I will be happy to give it to you.”
Her pretty throat moves, swallowing a gulp of air.
“Tell us what you want, and we’ll deliver.”
The next night, after some quick planning and luck with reservations, Darian and I show up at Lorraine’s house at seven o’clock.
We’re not in our tuxedos from the show, but we are in matching dark suits, and we look pretty sharp, if I do say so myself.
But we are nothing compared to the vision of Lorraine when she answers her door. Her deep purple dress hugs her every curve and dips down in the front, accentuating her gorgeous breasts.
It only goes halfway down to her knees, and her shapely legs rising from her black heels have my hands itching to touch her.
“Wow,” she says, looking us over as we stand shoulder to shoulder on her front porch.
“No, we’re the ones saying wow,” Darian says. “You beat us to it because you left us speechless.”
“Speechless?” She laughs at the notion. “Is this the kind of charm I can look forward to tonight?”
“He’s not kidding,” I say, my tone serious. “How is it that you have no idea how stunning you are?”
She doesn’t have an answer as she looks back at us, thoughts flickering behind her eyes.
“Are you ready to go?” Darian asks.
“I just need to grab my wrap.”
“Do you have your bag?” I ask.
“Right here.” Just inside her door is a small blue overnight bag, which I sling over my shoulder.
After she steps out and locks her door, Darian and I each offer an arm for her to hold and we escort her down the steps. It’s strange to be doing this off stage, out in the real world, but it’s so much better, because it’s not just a random pretty face we’re with, it’s a beautiful woman we’ve been coming to know and admire with each of our visits, and tonight she’s all ours.
20
Lorraine
“You hired a driver?” The men lead me to a sleek black town car that’s parked in my driveway. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“We did, or we’d have fought over who got to sit next to you,” Dante says.
The driver is standing beside the car, holding the back door open. Darian gestures for me to slide in just before he goes around and enters from the other side. When we’re settled, I’m between the two men on the leather bench seat. There’s a bottle of champagne in front of me, which Dante reaches for and pours a glass for each of us.
The vehicle has a spacious interior, but the brothers are so big that it’s a snug fit between them.
“Are you comfortable?” Darian asks.
“Yes, this is really nice, but you didn’t need to go to this trouble.”
“It was no trouble, and there’s going to be a lot more luxury this evening, so please just relax and enjoy it,” Dante says.
I suspect I’m going to feel uncomfortable when I think of the money they may have spent on the date, but I promise to do my best.
“To tonight,” Dante says, raising his glass to mine and Darian’s.
“To tonight.” I clink their glasses, looking side to side at each of them, and then I swallow a small sip of the very smooth and flavorful champagne. The bubbles add to the nervous excitement that’s been fizzing in my belly all afternoon, but I hope a few more sips will provide a calming effect.