Marry Me for Money (9 page)

I felt like we were on the set of
The Bold and the Beautiful
and I was definitely underdressed.

As we drifted on the outskirts of the line that never seemed to end, two tall bouncers stood at attention, checking IDs. When we glided to the front, outside the roped area, I noticed dirty looks being thrown our way because we were bypassing the line.

Kent nodded to the guard standing on duty. “Busy night, Chris?”

“Yep, I’ll be here till six in the morning.” Chris unhooked the velvet rope to let us in. With my free hand, I straightened out my jean skirt.

Relaxing his arm, Kent released me and placed his hand on the small of my back. He pushed me forward and trailed right behind me. The warm air stuck to my skin as the damp sweat of the herd on the crowded dance floor filled the air. Trance music pounded in my ears, and my eyes blurred. I tried to focus past the laser lights shining everywhere. I’d never been to a place like this before. This was a real club. I’d only ever really been to Bowlesville’s small-town bars.

Two hands on my shoulders pushed me through the crowd. Kent leaned in to shout in my ear, “Keep moving forward!”

I had to strain my ears to hear him over the deafening music. All around me, bodies were clasped tightly together, entranced by the sound of the music. Kent inched toward the front of me, taking my wrist, to force us through the crowds. Even though I was rocking three-inch heels, I felt tiny while gliding through the sea of people. We made our way toward the back of the club to another roped area guarded by a good-looking tattooed bodyguard. I had to tilt my head upward to look at him.

He nodded toward Kent and let us in. The music in the new room was more techno. The pounding of the bass echoed in my ears as I trailed behind Kent. Pop music was my usual sound of choice, so I wasn’t accustomed to the noise around me.

He released my wrist and motioned me toward the bar. “You okay?” he asked.

I gave him my winning smile. “Yep, just ready to have some fun.”

“What do you want to drink?” he asked, his eyes scanning the area.

“Gin and tonic,” I replied, noticing that this new area was not as loud as the first area we walked through.

His eyes searched the vicinity, as if he was looking for someone. Kent raised his hand to the bartender and ordered our first round. When our drinks came, Kent handed me mine. “Don’t drink anything that’s not from me, okay?” His dimple flashed as he took a sip from his glass.

When Kent lifted his eyes, I shifted to look in the direction of his attention. A tall, broad male headed our way.

Yes, we are definitely in the land of the bold and the beautiful.
I was amazed that they were all in one place. There must have been a prescreening before people were let into this area. I knew I’d gotten a pass because I came in with a Greek god.

As he approached the bar, Kent introduced us. “Beth, this is Luke. Luke, Beth.”

Luke took my hand and gave me a once-over.

Where Kent was a Greek god, Luke was the spitting image of a Ken doll with his blond hair accenting his green eyes. He was built perfectly and evenly tanned. A couple of the top buttons on his shirt were undone, and I couldn’t prevent my eyes from going to his chest.

“What are you drinking?” Luke leaned into the counter and motioned to the bartender.

“I’m fine right now. Thank you,” I replied politely, pulling at the strands of my long dark hair.

He twisted to face the redhead on his other side and started chatting her up. I was momentarily offended that I’d either bored him or I wasn’t hot enough to further more conversation.

Everywhere around me, beautiful women were drinking their cocktails, dancing with each other, or draping themselves across equally beautiful men. The smell of money filled the air. Normality had welcomed me in the first room we’d come in. That was where I belonged, not in this room. I was used to line-dancing in plaid shirts and jeans, so all this glitz and glam reminded me that I was far, far away from Bowlesville. My confidence from earlier in the car faded.

I’ll definitely be leaving early tonight, so I shouldn’t have too much to drink.

I turned when I felt Kent nudge me with his elbow. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked as he leaned over. “Get any numbers yet?” he teased.

I automatically smiled at him. “No, not yet. You have to pace these things.”

Before he got a chance to respond, female hands wrapped around him from behind.

My eyes widened at the voluptuous and very attractive blonde woman flush against Kent. A white halter-top dress hugged her hips and dipped low to accentuate her breasts. Individual curls flowed down her back.

Kent turned to her with a devilish glint in his eye. “Helen,” he murmured.

Her blue eyes met his and then mine. Slowly, her eyes swallowed me in, studying me. “Does she want to join us?” she asked, her eyes alight.

It was warm in the room, but at her words, I got goose bumps.

“No, she’s not into that.” Kent whispered something into her ear and patted her backside.

She glanced at me once more, shrugged, and strutted away.

“She’s pretty,” I said, not knowing what else to say. “And very blunt, too. Don’t let me stop you from having your fun.” I regretted saying it once it had left my mouth. I already felt uncomfortable, and if he left, I wouldn’t know anyone in this exclusive club of the beautiful and wealthy. I reached in my purse and squeezed the valet ticket, relieved it was still there.

“I’ve had her already. I don’t have the same girl twice.”

“Ugh, gross,” I said, surprised by his honesty. “Why not? Is it because you have a little black book, and you want to make sure you have as many names in there as possible? ” I couldn’t hide the repulsion in my voice.

“Because I don’t want to lead her on.” He shrugged his shoulders. “One time is casual. More than that leads to expectations.”

I screwed my face, disgusted.

He leaned in a little closer. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, crossed my arms, and shot him a look.

“What? Let me ask you something. Do you think a woman who has sex with a man she just met at a club for the first time wants a serious relationship? Well, do you?”

He looked to me for an answer, and I gave him none.

“Well, the answer is no. She’s here for the same thing I’m here for—a little release. If she does want something more than that, then she needs to change her approach because no man will ever take a woman who gives it up that easily seriously.”

I had nothing to say to that, so I set my empty glass on the bar, and motioned to the bartender. “I’m buying the next round. What are you having?”

He shook his head, as a dimple flashed on his cheek. “I like how you change the subject when I’m right,” Kent said. “I’ll have a shot of Crown.”

I held up two fingers to the bartender and she placed both shots in front of us. I ordered a glass of Coke as the chaser.

He had been right. I had no right to judge him. The situation would only be wrong if we were dating, but we weren’t, so really, he could do as he pleased.

I raised my glass up to him, and he mirrored my actions before we both threw back the shots of Crown. The burn touched my tongue and slid down my throat. I closed my eyes and chugged my Coke back to minimize the scorch. When I opened them, Kent was staring at me with a smug smile.

I widened my eyes. “Yes?”

“Interesting. I never would have coined you as someone who could handle her liquor.”

“I said I wasn’t a drunk. I never said that I didn’t drink. Kendy introduced me to wine coolers at fifteen.”

When he raised two more fingers to the bartender, I pulled down his arm.

“Uh, no. Let’s not push our luck, okay? Plus, I still have to drive home,” I said.

He tossed money to the bartender as she placed two more shots of Crown in front of us.

“To friendship,” he said, lifting up his shot glass.

I reached for my drink and lightly tapped my glass against his, and we swallowed the shot together.

“Ugh,” I said, making a face. This time, I had nothing to wash the shot down with, and I coughed a little, which made Kent laugh.

“Hey, I’ll be back in one second,” he said, glancing at someone behind me.

When Kent left my side, I already felt the hard liquor coursing through my body. I stepped toward the barrier between where the pretty-people room ended and where the common folk began. Trance music dragged me closer and closer to the other room. I glanced up at the bouncer who was guarding the roped area separating the rooms. When he sidestepped to let me pass, I wondered if I could get back in again later.

Music filled my ears, and my body started to move to the rhythm. I made my way toward the exterior of the dance circle. Scantily clad bodies moved and swayed against each other. When I felt small hands on my hips, I rotated and noticed a tall, lanky boy dancing to the music behind me. His grip was not overly aggressive, his nearness not as close, so I didn’t resist. I turned around and placed my hands in the air while his hands remained on my hips. I closed my eyes and danced to the trance beat, swaying my hips from side to side.

I didn’t know how long I’d been dancing there when I sensed someone different behind me. I twisted to see a broader male moving to the music. He was more aggressive as I felt his body flush against mine. I advanced closer to the lankier guy in front of me to give the guy behind me a hint, but he just inched forward.

Now sandwiched in the middle of the two men, I tightened up and froze on the dance floor. When I tried to disentangle myself, the lankier guy leaned in for a kiss. I turned my head, and he grazed my cheek. My pulse quickened as I used both hands to shove him away, but he didn’t budge.

The more I tried to disengage myself, the more they pressed me in between them. The guy behind me planted his hands on my behind and slowly down to where my short skirt ended and my bare legs began.

“Hey,” I said, jabbing him with my elbow. My eyes skittered over the area. I thought of screaming, but wondered if anyone would hear me above the deafening music.
Probably not.

I used both hands to shove the guy in front of me, but he gripped my upper arms with force.

He smiled, and when I looked into his eyes, they were dilated, and they slightly rolled to the back of his head. Realization that he was high on something set in, and my adrenaline spiked.

Fight or flight
rang in my head, and right before I decided I would bite down on his hand and draw blood, I noticed Kent plowing toward us. There was a tightness around his eyes that frightened me.

He stopped right in front of us. “Get off of her,” he said slowly, not shouting but firm and loud enough for both of them to hear. His chestnut eyes were dark with intensity as he flexed his fingers at his side.

The lankier guy moved away from me while Mr. Brawny grabbed my backside one more time before placing himself in front of Kent, challenging him. He was broader than Kent and slightly taller. Kent was over six feet, so this guy looked massive.

“What are you going to do about it, pretty boy?” he snapped, giving Kent a slight push on his chest.

When I looked at Kent, shivers ran down my spine.

Kent let out a slight smile that was eerily disconnected, not meeting his eyes. “I’m going to break your arm for violating a woman.”

Before I could even blink, the broader guy swung at Kent, but he moved, avoiding the impact. Kent grabbed the guy’s arm, twisted it, and brought the broader male to his knees. The harder Kent twisted, the louder the guy moaned in pain. The high-pitched cry of pain didn’t sound as if it could come from a male that immense. Kent showed no mercy as he had the other guy immobilized.

I knew Kent had meant it when he said he would break the guy’s arm, and I was scared. “Stop, Kent.” I inched closer as he tightened his grip and maneuvered the guy’s arm.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners about how to treat a woman?” he said slowly, twisting the male’s arm to an uncomfortable angle.

“Kent!” I yelled louder, looking at his face.

I knew he hadn’t heard me. He seemed so focused, so intent. The hair stood at attention at the nape of my neck as I knew what was going to happen next.

“Apparently not, but I will.”

I grabbed his arm, tugging it toward me. “Kent, he’s had enough.”

“Oh, I don’t think he has,” he said, maintaining his grip on the immense male in front of him.

“No, stop!” I yelled, lunging toward him. I hugged his arm, yanking it toward me. “Please stop,” I begged.

Kent angled his head to look at me, finally seeing me and realizing I was there. Slowly, he released the guy and stepped away. He ran one hand through his dark brown hair as he released a heavy sigh.

Two bouncers moved through the spectators who had already surrounded us. Before they could reach Kent, I stepped in front of them.

“That guy assaulted me.” I pointed to the man lying on the ground, clutching his arm. “My friend here taught him a lesson,” I said, linking my arm through Kent’s.

The bouncers picked the man up from the floor, forcing him forward through the crowd.

Kent took hold of my wrist and dragged me toward the other room. Tension was in the air and I released the breath I’d been holding because the near event had been averted.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” I asked, trying to regain my composure while processing what had just happened.

“Black belt in karate,” he said, glancing behind me and toward the brawny guy being led out.

We drifted past the roped-off area and back into the pretty-people room. After Kent plopped me down on a stool by the bar, he motioned toward the bartender and asked for a glass of water.

“Drink this,” Kent ordered, placing the water in front of me.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“Are you okay?” His eyes quickly inspected me from head to toe before meeting my eyes.

I nodded my head but didn’t speak. I was afraid that my voice would quiver as my pulse lowered to its regular pace. He observed me while I drank my water.

“Beth, pick yourself a nice guy, okay? Don’t pick up a guy at a club. Club guys are not good for girls like you. Understand?”