“I thought you’d like it. Very eco-friendly.”
“Who says I care about that?” she responds. “I actually prefer cars that are eco-unfriendly. Like eco-hostile,”
“Damn,” I say, grinning. “I should have taken the Hummer then.”
“I love Hummers,” she says. “You should drive it everywhere. Heck, just keep it running at all times.”
“I can do that for you.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “I’m kidding. I hate those cars.”
“Me too.” I grin at her and shrug. “I always figured the bigger the truck, the bigger the douche who’s driving it.”
“You shouldn’t generalize,” she says.
“Maybe not. But my generalizations tend to be correct.”
She laughs and leans back in the car as I head downtown. “Where are you taking me, anyway?”
“Well, we have two options. How hungry are you?”
She looks a little embarrassed. “Honestly, I ate with Lacey. Sometimes chicken fingers look too delicious to pass up.”
I laugh and grin at her. “You took food from my baby’s mouth?”
“I made more,” she says.
“Perfect. Option number two it is then.”
“What’s option number two?”
“Just one of my side businesses,” I say.
“Side business? How many do you have?”
“More than you think.” I glance at her. “How do you like dancing?”
She tries to conceal her smile, but I catch it. “I’ve been known to dance from time to time.”
“Good. Because I own a club.”
“You own a nightclub?”
I shrug. “I’m rich. I like to use my money to have fun sometimes.”
“Says the lame single dad.”
“I’m not so lame.” I grin at her, feeling that excitement all over again. “You’ll see.”
We drive through the night and I end up parking in my usual spot behind the club. I don’t bother taking her the front way, since there’s already a line forming.
“What’s this place called?” she asks.
“High,” I answer.
“Like, snorting cocaine kind of high?”
I grin and shrug. “That’s one interpretation.”
We approach the back door and I pull it open. The kitchen staff glances in my direction and I nod to the manager who rushes over to shake my hand. He escorts us through the back and the hustle and bustle of the staff doesn’t even pause or slow down. This place is used to me coming through, and they’re successful for a reason.
We head up into the main part of the club. We have to wait a second as they clear out the VIP box for us, but after that, we get or own little booth in the corner plus a bottle of champagne. I uncork it, pour two glasses, and we toast.
“To having fun,” I say.
“And to getting high.” She grins at me.
I laugh as I sip my drink and look around. The place is pretty crowded already, though it’s not exactly late. The dance floor is almost filled up with bodies dancing and sweating to the deep booming beat. I own a few places like High throughout the city, places that I want to go when I feel like cutting loose. It’s just a side benefit that they happen to be profitable as well.
“Well,” I say. “How about we dance?”
She stands up instantly, and I’m impressed by that. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She leads the way out to the dance floor, which surprises me. I thought she was a little shy and standoffish at first, but maybe that wasn’t right. Maybe she was just being proper in the house of her employer, but here she can cut loose a little bit.
And she looks so fucking good in that dress. I watch her sweet ass move as we head out onto the dance floor. I don’t care who notices me staring, I really don’t. I’m sure I’m not the only one. She’s so fucking sexy it drives me insane. I know this club is filled with beautiful women and most of them would probably give me what I want, but I can’t look at anyone but Erin right now.
We start to dance, blending in with the crowd, but they practically disappear for me. Sometimes I can be a little self-conscious at first, which is why I normally drink more, but any uncomfortable feelings are instantly gone as soon as I feel her hips up against mine.
She dances real fucking dirty. I’m almost a little taken aback at first. I thought she’d be a little prim and slow, but she instantly presses herself against me, and I can feel the heat between us. It’s like as soon as she hit the dance floor, all bets are off and she’s just throwing herself at me. She seems totally uninhibited and I absolutely love it.
I find it attractive. I mean, obviously I do, since I have a gorgeous girl grinding up against me. But her confidence is fucking sexy in itself. I thought maybe I’d have to coax this out of her, but she’s taking control and I fucking like it. Normally I’m the one in the lead, drawing the woman out, getting her to loosen up as she dances, but not with Erin. It’s like she was born for this, and she looks incredible.