Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Maybe that’s what the world needs to see.
“I have an idea,” I tell her.
“What’s that?”
“I think we should go to Club Greed.”
“Oh,” is her slow reply. “Okay, we’ll go to the club.”
I hate that I have to take her there. Greer’s too classy for Club Greed. She’s too perfect, and I’d rather wine and dine her for the whole town to see, but we really need to up our game. The club is the best way to do that.
ELEVEN
GREER
I’ve been stressing all week about going to Club Greed this weekend, but on Friday night my nerves are ten times worse. I know I want to prove to Roman that I’m the type of woman who’d enjoy a club like Greed, but honestly I don’t think I am.
I selected a simple black dress that hugs my curves just right and curled my hair in loose waves.
When I heard what Sadie and Eden were saying about my fauxmance with Roman, I wanted to march down to their studio and set them straight. Tell them Roman and I are indeed dating.
Why don’t they believe us?
I know it’s new, and the timing is suspect, but still. After the club tonight, no one will question us again. I just hope I can go through with all of this.
There’s a knock at my front door, and I open it with a smile. “I’m still not used to you knocking now.”
Roman laughs lightly, handing me a bundle of red roses. “This is an official date. So, I thought I should knock.”
My heart skips a beat as I stare at the flowers. “Thank you, they’re beautiful. Come in while I put these in water.”
He steps inside and follows me to the kitchen. “You’re welcome. You look…wow. You’re gorgeous.”
I turn to hide my blush and retrieve a vase from under the sink. “Thank you. You look pretty amazing too.” I’ve seen Roman in suits many times before, but tonight’s different. He’s in an all-black suit and his hair has that messy appeal that makes me want to run my fingers through it all night long while calling out his name.
I try to tamp down that thought as I fill the vase with water.
Roman moves next to me. “I have to look good to show you off on my arm. Because let’s face it, you’re the show stopper.”
I blush once more. “Oh, stop,” I say with a laugh. I wave off his compliment as I arrange the roses in the vase.
“I’m serious, Greer. You look so…” He doesn’t finish his statement as his eyes drift down my body.
Before things get awkward, I spin and set the vase on the island and grab my clutch off the counter. “Let’s go,” I say, heading toward the front door.
He follows and after I lock up, Roman opens the car door for me. I climb into his SUV while he holds my hand to help. It’s all very nice, and I can see why Roman has had many women in the past. He’s sexy and a gentleman.
Once we’re driving toward the club, Roman says, “I can see the wheels in your head turning.”
Nerves trace up my spine. “I’m fine,” I tell him. But I’m not. I have no idea what to expect when we step into the club.
I’ve been there a few times before the club opened to the public, but only to see my brother’s investment and to make sure he kept the décor classy. What happens in those rooms is a mystery to me. My imagination goes wild as we get closer to the club, and I would never go into court unprepared, so this is no different.
“I need details,” I say in the same calm voice I use with my clients. “What happens when we get inside the club? Am I going to be whisked away and flogged by some stranger in studded panties and a leather mask? Or will we have drinks, chat a bit, and then I get whisked away? Give me all the details.”
Roman lets out a hearty laugh. “No one is whisking you away from me. I’ll go with you and make sure they don’t flog you too hard.”
My head whips to him. “Oh my god, what?” I squeak out. “Roman.”
“I’m kidding, Greer,” he says with a chuckle. “I’d never let anyone flog you.”
“Will people be naked when we walk in? Am I expected to not stare? Because most likely I’ll stare.”
“No one will be naked in the main area. It has a night club vibe. Bar, people drinking, music.”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath. “When I was there, no people were hanging out, so I just wanted to make sure I’m prepared.”
“Don’t worry about anything,” he says as the club comes into sight. “We’ll just walk around, show our faces, and leave. We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. You’re in charge.”