“Fine,” she said. “I’ll just grab my clothes.”
“Good. Grab your clothes and leave.”
“But I have to get paid—”
“Grab your clothes and leave. My driver will be waiting for you downstairs. Have a good evening, Abby,” I said.
“Whatever, Mr. McAllister.” She stormed out of the room.
I watched her go, her bare ass swaying from side to side. How I wanted to slap that ass. Actually, there was a lot more I wanted to do, but I couldn’t allow my mind to go into the gutter.
The tall blonde walked over to me. She was now topless, also wearing bikini bottoms. “Is everything okay, sir?”
“It’s fine. Seems like your friend couldn’t see. Her contacts or something fell out so I was saying that perhaps she should be done for the party.”
“Oh, she’s new. So sorry about that. If you would like a partial refund or—”
“No, it’s fine,” I said. “But thank you.”
“Oh, you’re welcome, sir.” She pressed her finger against my lips and then ran it down my shirt. “Is there anything I can do for you, sir?” She leaned her entire body against mine. I could feel her breasts pressed into my arm. Her nipples were hard.
I shook my head. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“Well, if you’re sure,” she said. “I’m available for whatever you want, and for someone as good-looking as you,” she smiled as her hand ran down the front of my trousers, brushing my cock. “Well, for someone like you, big boy,” she grinned as she ran her hand back up again, “I’d do whatever you wanted for free.”
“I’m okay, thank you.” I turned and walked away from her. I wanted nothing to do with her. In fact, I didn’t want anything to do with any woman until I’d gotten over my obsession with Abby Waldron. She was an enigma. A beautiful, voluptuous, curvy goddess.
And I didn’t know how I was going to get my mind out of the gutter when it came to her.
Chapter 23
Abby
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I was absolutely mortified at the position I’d found myself in.
I groaned with shame and embarrassment as I got into the back of the car, pulled out my phone, and called Isabella. I didn’t even care that Dylan’s driver was in the front seat and could possibly hear me.
“Hello? Abby, is that you?” Isabella said through a yawn.
“Yes, it’s me, and I’m going to die. I feel absolutely awful,” I cried into the phone.
“Oh my gosh, what’s wrong? Should I come and get you? Where are you?”
“I’m in the back of a car.”
“Oh my gosh, have you been kidnapped? Is everything okay?”
“I’m not being kidnapped. Oh, what am I going to do, Isabella?”
“Abby, what’s going on? Tell me.”
I could hear Jack’s voice in the background. “Does she need us to come and get her? Is she okay?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying to find out now, hon.”
“Hi, Jack,” I said.
Isabella chuckled slightly. “Abby says hello. Now tell me what’s going on.”
“So, tonight was my first night …”
“Tonight was your first night doing what?”
“At that dance job.”
“Oh, no. Abby, you didn’t actually go through with that, did you?”
“Yes, and guess what?” I cringed at the memory.
“Oh, no. Someone didn’t touch you inappropriately, did they? Oh my gosh, Abby,” Isabella sounded scared, “you weren’t assaulted, were you?”
“No.”
“Thank God for that. What happened? Tell me. You’re frightening me.”
“Dylan McAllister was there. The bachelor party was for his brother, and I couldn’t see because my contacts fell out in the cake. I was kind of dancing on him, but not, and then I stumbled and I fell on his lap. I could feel his hardness between my legs, and I was horny, and I hate him! Oh, I don’t even know what’s going on.”
“Oh my gosh. Abby, you need to slow down. So you gave your boss a lap dance? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“No, I did not give him a lap dance. I just kind of … fell onto his lap, and I moved back and forth a little bit. I could feel that he was hard.” I groaned. “Ohhh, what have I done?”
“Abby,” Isabella said gently, “you’re confusing me slightly. You gave him a lap dance or you didn’t give him a lap dance?”
“I didn’t give him a lap dance. I was just on his lap.”
“And why were you on his lap?”
“Because I stumbled and I fell because I didn’t have my contacts in. Are you not listening to me?”
“I’m sorry, girl. I’m a little bit confused. I’m just trying to picture—”
“Don’t try and picture it,” I groaned. “Oh my gosh. I’m mortified. What am I going to do?”
“But are you okay?”
“I’m okay, except I might die of shame tonight. How am I supposed to go into the office tomorrow morning and look that man in the eyes?” I winced. “I might as well just quit my job right now. I might as well—”
“Abby, deep breaths, okay? Take a deep breath and count to three.”
“How am I going to take a deep breath and count at the same time?” I said.
“Oh my gosh, Abby. Really?”
“What, Isabella? I’m just saying. Anyway, what are you and Jack doing?” I paused. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t interrupt you guys, did I?”
“What do you mean?”
“Were you doing the boom boom pow pow?” I said with a little giggle.
“Seriously, Abby? You literally just called me moaning and crying seconds ago, and now you’re asking me if Jack and I were doing the boom boom pow pow?” Isabella sounded exasperated.
“Would you rather me call it bow chicka wow wow?”
“Oh my gosh. Abby, how old are you?” But she sounded amused now. “I guess you’re feeling better?”
“I’m not really feeling better, but it does make me a little bit better if …” I paused. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a cockblock. You can tell Jack I said that.”
“No way am I going to tell Jack that.”
“Tell me what?” Jack asked in the background.
“Nothing, honey,” Isabella said with a laugh. “So do you want me to come over?”
“I would love for you to come over. I’ll be home in about ten minutes. But I don’t know if Jack would like that, seeing as that you guys are so loved up and—”
“Abby, you know you’re my best friend. You know I’m always there for you. If you need me to come over, I’ll come over.”
“I’ll come over, too,” Jack said.
“I don’t want Jack to come as well. How embarrassing. I don’t want him to hear—”
“Jack, honey, I’m going to spend the night at Abby’s.”