I heard someone laughing, and I glared through the darkness. Maybe it would have been more fun being one of the dancers at the party. At least I wouldn’t be so hot.
I heard a bang on the side of the cake and I froze. Was that my sign? Then I heard another bang. That had to be a sign. I took a deep breath and rubbed my dry eyes and managed to knock my contacts to the sides of my eyes. I tried to adjust them, but they fell out. I felt around for them, but then I felt the cake moving. Shit! The cake stopped moving and I heard another bang. I took a deep breath and pushed up on the top of the cake.
I jumped up, pushing my hands into the air and swinging my hips from side to side. “This is How We Do It” by Montell Jordan was blasting in the room. The tassels over my nipples swung back and forth slapping against my torso as I swayed to the music. I prayed to God that they didn’t fall off. That would be just what I needed.
I looked around the room, but everything was blurry. No one had rushed up to me to complain yet, so I kept swinging my hips and moving my hands around.
I decided to start singing. I put on my best raspy Marilyn Monroe voice. “Happy bachelor party to you.” I was feeling slightly tipsy but was encouraged by the men cheering for me. “Happy bachelor party to you,” I sang again.
Hannah suddenly popped up in front of me. “What are you doing, girl?” she hissed. “We didn’t give you the signal yet.”
“Oops.” I giggled. “Can you help me out of this cake, my thong is in my ass, and I’m melting.”
“Fine.” She said and grabbed my hand. “Step out.” I reached my leg over the side of the cake cautiously and was happy when I felt the solid ground beneath my feet.
“Which one is the groom? I can’t see because my contacts fell out.”
“You’re a hot mess, aren’t you?” she grumbled. I was tempted to point out that at least I don’t blow men for money, but I figured that might not be the smartest response at a time like this.
“Just point me in the direction of the groom and let me do my thing.” I twirled around, enjoying the feeling of the cool air hitting my skin. I was actually glad that I couldn’t really see everyone staring at me.
Hannah led me to the side of a room where I could vaguely see three men sitting down. Before I could ask her which one was the groom, she walked away and started dancing on one of the guys to the right of them. I moved my body back and forth, dancing along to the music, trying to ignore the sensation of cool air against my ass. I couldn’t believe I was standing in this room in nothing but a thong and tassels—and I had pretty big boobs. I knew they must’ve been bouncing around, but at least the men couldn’t see my nipples.
I decided to walk over to the guy in the middle of the three guys. It seemed the safest bet. “Hey there, handsome,” I said, circling my hips in an attempt to do a belly dance I’d once seen in a Turkish restaurant. “It’s time for your special dance.”
“Is it now?”
The smooth silky voice shocked me.
Oh no. This could not be my luck, could it?
“Surprised to see me, Ms. Waldron?” the voice said again.
I blinked, disoriented. I wished I could see him properly.
It was Dylan. My boss. Dylan McAllister was here at this party. How could this be? And was he the groom? Was he getting married and I didn’t even know? But no, he couldn’t possibly be getting married because he’d just been on a date with Lucretia Peabody. Was Lucretia his fiancée? I was sending roses to his fiancée?
“Close your mouth, Ms. Waldron,” his voice was dry, “or flies will get in.”
“W-w-what are you doing here?” I stumbled over my words.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. “I think that’s the question I should be asking you, Abby,” he said quietly. “Now the two other women are staring, so I think you better give me that dance. Don’t you?”
All I could do was nod.
I knew Hannah and the blonde would not be happy if I stormed out of the room. I wouldn’t get my two grand, and I’d certainly never get another job.
And after tonight, I was definitely going to need this job.
Chapter 22
Dylan
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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My mousy secretary, Abby Waldron, was here dancing at my brother’s bachelor party? What was going on? Why was she here? And how could I not have known that she had a side gig as an exotic dancer? She was staring at me blankly and her eyes didn’t look focused. I wondered if she was high or drunk.
“Miss Waldron, are you on something?” I whispered in her ear as she continued to dance.
“Of course not,” she snapped under her breath. “Why are you even asking?”
“Because you’re looking around the room and at my face, but you don’t seem to be able to make eye contact with me.”
“Because my contacts fell out,” she muttered, “and I can’t really see.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.
“What’s going on there?” Kent asked as he looked over at me.
“Nothing, this dancer is just dancing for me. What’s your name, darling?” I said softly, teasing her.
“My name is Stephanie, Princess of Turkey,” she replied.
I arched an eyebrow. “Princess, huh?”
“Queen, Duchess, whatever you want,” she said.
“So are you going to give me a dance or not?”
“Are you the groom?”
“What do you think, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.”
“No, my brother, Kent, he’s the groom.”
“Oh, I guess I should dance for him then,” she said.
“Don’t you dare.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me again. “I think you’d much rather dance for me. Don’t you?”
“Whatever,” she mumbled.
To her credit, she didn’t miss a beat and continued to dance, graceful, sensuous, and gorgeous. She was wearing a black thong bikini bottom that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could see the round arches of her buttocks, and it took all my willpower not to reach out and squeeze them. The V at the front showed nothing but teased me as if I was seeing everything. Now I understood why she’d gotten that bikini wax. She was waxed smooth, and the high V of the bikini showed me a lot more than I had ever expected to see.
And then her breasts. Wow. She had to be a D cup. The only thing covering them were tassels over her nipples that swung back and forth as she moved. I wanted to pull them off with my teeth and suck on her nipples, but I knew she’d kill me if I did such a thing.
And I’d absolutely kill anyone else at the party who tried to do it.
I suddenly remembered that I wasn’t the only one watching this show. “You need to finish this dance and then you need to leave, Miss Waldron,” I growled at her.
“What?”
“This is highly unprofessional. I’m not paying you so much money so that you can moonlight as an exotic dancer.”
“I’m not an exotic dancer.”
“What do you think you’re doing right now?”