“I couldn’t help it.” She laughs the entire walk over to her phone. She grabs it and quickly flips through the photos. “Oh my God. Look!” She runs over and shoves the phone in my face.
Tears are running down my cheeks within seconds of seeing the pictures. Lizzy’s ass is stuck out, while my eyes are wide with shock, looking down at her with my hands in mid-air hovering just behind her head.
“Definitely a keeper!”
“You need to delete that.”
“Not going to happen.” She chuckles, emailing it to herself. “This bitch is getting printed. Poster size, here I come.”
“No, you aren’t!”
She laughs, but doesn’t speak.
“Lizzy?”
“No, of course I’m not going to get a poster print of me motorboating you. Could you imagine?” She has that sly look in her eye that says she’s ninety percent kidding and ten percent serious if she can justify a use for it. “Perhaps I’ll hang it beside the picture of Knox in the leopard print banana hammock.”
“Jax would lose his shit.”
“I know.” She giggles, placing her hand over her mouth, before walking back over to the mirror to make sure her make-up isn’t messed up. She pats her lips a little, then twists and looks at her butt in the mirror before slapping it.
“You had to get that one last smack in?”
“It just looks so good.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head, smiling at her. “You’re too much.”
“Quite possibly, but you love me.” She walks across the room and loops her arm in mine. She grabs my phone off the top of the dresser and hands it to me and we head out of the back door to a waiting Brady.
He looks as handsome as ever, dressed in his dark suit with his tan skin that makes his green eyes pop with a shadow of a beard. Wherever he went, he must have been outside because he came back ten shades darker and with a beard. I wouldn’t have recognized him at first because he looked so different. In fact, when he first got back, he nearly scared the shit out of me because I thought someone was breaking into the guy's house.
“Looking very nice ladies,” he says, twisting the button on his suit before opening the door of the black Audi.
“Thank you, Brady!” Lizzy returns with an overly dramatic gesture before sliding in first.
A smile plays on his lips for a second before he closes the door and walks around.
It’s not that far to the club, and I told Jax we could walk, but he insisted Brady bring us. I refused to show them or tell them what I was going to wear, so I think he’s being overly cautious. Several times, the guys tried to not-so-subtly warn against wearing anything too provocative, which I then kindly told them to go fuck themselves. I have my limits I won’t cross, but I swear they’d have an issue if I wore a potato sack.
Once Brady walks around and climbs into the car, Lizzy peppers him with questions about his plans for the week while we’re gone. If he’s seeing anyone, if he’s going out, what movies he’s going to binge. They were all met with simple answers and by the time she got to the tenth question, I put my hand over her mouth to stop her.
She’s excited for the trip, but sometimes her excitement turns her into a talkative little chinchilla. It used to get her in trouble at school because she would just rattle on forever and not shut up. Eighth grade graduation won her the certificate of most talkative, which she, of course, then stood in front of the school and gave an acceptance speech.
For six and a half minutes.
The principal had to gently walk her off stage and she was still talking as she moved her down the stairs, garnering laughs from the audience, which only validated her craziness then.
When we pull up to the side entrance of Vixen a few minutes later, Brady turns around, slinging his arm over the back of the seat. “Callum said he’ll be waiting for you at your booth.”
“Thank you, Brady.”
We have a permanent booth in the VIP section now, after Rainbows and Unicorns night. Lizzy convinced them to add a numbered plaque to it and three guesses what number she picked and the first two don’t count.
Yes. Affixed to the table is a small golden plaque with the number sixty-nine on it. It’s the only table in the entire club with a number plate on it that is always reserved, so it’s not super weird.
Since Rainbows and Unicorn party and my partial ownership in Allure, the guys have given me a key to Vixen that allows access at the side door, as well as the office. Lizzy, of course, thinks it’s because they want me waiting for them spread eagle on the couch, or perhaps on my knees with my hands tied behind my back, but I think it’s a gesture of inclusivity. They’ve all told me they love me and it’s been pure bliss since then. Jax has even said it a few more times and is getting better about it. Even though he doesn’t say it as much, he shows it.
Because of the side entrance key, Lizzy now thinks she’s the cat’s pajamas. So of course, she exits the car, pretending paparazzi are lined up ready to take her picture, protecting her eyes from the hordes of flashing bulbs.
