Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(78)

Sarah laughed and the tension in her shoulders lessened.

But no sooner had she taken a deep breath than the most gorgeous actor to bestow the big screen stepped up to their table, and she lost her train of thought.

Thankfully Dylan had everything under control. He introduced her to Trent, and when the man kissed her hand, she thought she might faint.

“She all right?” Trent asked Dylan.

Sarah shook her head in answer. No, she wasn’t all right.

Trent freaking Ramsey.

Holy balls.

“She will be. She’s a little star struck.”

“I am not,” she stated indignantly, although she was definitely lying.

Trent grinned, his trademark crooked smirk, and Sarah nearly went up in flames. Dylan’s hand on her thigh was the only thing that grounded her.

She took a few minutes to compose herself while the waiter delivered drinks and then took their order. Trent and Dylan conversed as though they were old friends, talking about a little of everything.

“So, tell me,” Trent prompted, glancing from her to Dylan, then back, “what did you think of Devil’s Playground?”

“It was … nice.” Nice? Wow.

That wasn’t at all what she’d wanted to say.

“Nice?” Trent leaned back and smirked. “I like nice.”

Sarah closed her eyes and counted to ten. She heard Dylan chuckle, which only made her face heat more. So much for being calm, cool, and collected around this celebrity. She just wasn’t cut out for this. Seeing him on the big screen was one thing, sitting at a table with him…

“So tell me more,” Trent said, his attention on Dylan.

Dylan proceeded to give Trent the lowdown on the club, going into detail about the things he liked, the things he’d do differently. He sounded professional and Sarah couldn’t help but hang on his every word.

It was safe to say she was falling for this man. Hard.

“The club in New York is similar,” Trent noted. “I happen to prefer it over Vegas. However, I’m not interested in doing the same thing. I just wanted you to have a baseline. Something to compare to Devotion.”

Sarah picked at her salad, listening to the men discuss their next steps. Meetings coming up, plans to be nailed down, contracts to be signed. Oddly enough, she wished she was part of it. She didn’t know why, but it sounded like an adventure, something she could totally see herself doing.

Not that she had management experience. Certainly not in a club of that caliber.

“What do you think, Sarah? Would you be game?”

Sarah’s head jerked up and she stared at Trent. He’d clearly been speaking to her, and she hadn’t heard a word he said.

The man chuckled, probably thinking she was a complete loser.

“I … uh…” She had no clue what to say.

“I’m not sure she’d be interested in working for you,” Dylan teased Trent.

“Me?” Her eyes widened as she cut a glance at Dylan, then back to Trent. “Work for you?”

“At the club,” Trent added.

“What would I be doing?”

“I’ve got an idea,” Trent continued. “Why don’t the two of you come to Devotion tomorrow night. I’ll give you the full tour, show you the things I’m interested in incorporating into my club.”

Dylan’s eyes were on her face and Sarah found herself nodding her head. “We could … uh … do that.”

“Good.”

She turned her attention back to Trent. “What’s the name of your club, anyway?”

Trent shrugged, as though it didn’t matter that he hadn’t come up with a name at this point. “I’m still working on that. Why? You have some ideas?”

Sarah shook her head. “Not yet. But I’m sure I could come up with something.”

Damn. The longer she sat here, the worse she was making this on herself.

Trent seemed to consider that for a moment, his big hand wrapped around his iced tea glass. “Great. Tomorrow night, you can tell me what you’ve come up with.”

Oh, jeez.

“Now, what do you say we talk about something other than work for a bit?” Trent grinned. “There’ll be plenty of time to hash it all out in the very near future.”

For whatever reason, that didn’t settle Sarah’s nerves any.

In fact, she was even more nervous now.



“TRENT HAS TO THINK I’M crazy,” Sarah muttered as they walked up to her front door.

From the moment they left the restaurant, she’d been mumbling to herself. Dylan couldn’t help but smile at her rambling. She was so damn cute, even when she was ogling Trent Ramsey. More so when she was trying to figure out how to redo the past two hours. It wasn’t possible, but it was cute to watch.

“I doubt he thinks that,” Dylan assured her.

Although it had been evident she was nervous, he thought she’d handled things fairly well with Trent. Especially since she’d come face-to-face with the world-famous actor moments before he’d delved into a conversation about business.

“Oh, he definitely does.” She unlocked her door and stepped inside.

Dylan followed.

Unable to help himself, Dylan grabbed her and pulled her into him. “Who cares what he thinks?”