Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(98)
“We better get inside and open that wine before my little Queen throws a tantrum.” I joked pulling Cade, and gesturing to Bull and Alex who walked in front of us, conversing about who know what. This would be interesting.
“So he owns a strip club?” Ryan exclaimed loudly, the results of our drinking session causing his voice to increase multiple decibels.
“Ry inside voice please. I would rather you didn’t inform the entire bar.” I scolded.
Ryan waved his hand. “Puh lease honey this is a small town, I bet you were the last to know. We have to go there.” He decided, getting up on unsteady feet.
We were in Laura Maye’s bar again, having a girls night. Ryan obviously counted as a girl, and Alex was watching some game with Cade and the boys. Football maybe, hockey, or baseball? I honestly didn’t know, my ears glazed over at the talk of sports. But I was happy they were all getting along so well, and that everyone had taken the gay thing without comment. Rosie and the girls were meant to be meeting up with us later, but Amy and I had wanted time alone with Ryan first. I had decided to abstain from telling both him and Alex about the me getting kidnapped thing. Considering everything that was going on, I didn’t need that little gem of information in the mix.
“I second that.” Amy chimed in, finishing her drink and grabbing her Prada. “Lets go and check out these girls that Cade has to ‘check in on.” She finger quoted the last bit.
“Lets skip past the fact that you are both insane, and just land at the fact we are meant to be meeting Amy and the girls any minute and none of us are sober enough to drive.” I stayed seated, toying with the olive in my martini.
Amy pulled out her phone, fingers moving at lightening speed, I was impressed, I lost the ability to text after my third cocktail.
“Two birds one stone. Rosie is picking us up and taking us to the strip club.” She declared clearly pleased with herself.
I groaned as the two of them pulled me out of the chair.
“This is a terrible idea you guys, there is nothing to gain by going out there, and we always get into trouble whenever you both agree on a plan after martinis.”
“Oh come on, you know you’re curious about this place, we need to do the recon. Don’t tell me it hasn’t been driving you insane.” Amy crossed her arms, daring me to argue. I felt deflated; it had been gnawing at me knowing Cade was involved in a place where beautiful women took their clothes off in front of him.
“And name one time that we got into trouble with martinis.” Ryan challenged arms crossed.
“You almost got me arrested for stealing that cops hat.”
Ryan rolled his eyes “Almost. But didn’t.”
“Plus ended up dating him for like a month and we got to bypass traffic whenever we were with him.” Amy chimed in.
Fuck. Bad example. The traffic thing had been handy.
“You got us banned from the Ivy for a year, Amy’s dad had to pull strings to get us back in.” I gave them another one.
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Totally not our fault. How were we meant to know that that guy was married? And that his wife would be a biter?”
“Come on Gwennie, you know you want to.” Amy interrupted.
I blew out an exasperated breath. “Fine but we are just looking then leaving.”
“That my girl!” Amy clapped her hands. “And we have to have at least one drink.” She ushered me out of the bar before I could argue.
“So this is it.” Rosie pulled up in front of a nondescript building that looked well maintained, and not at all like a strip club. It had a red sign reading ‘Diamond Lounge’ in elegant script and a bouncer at the door.
“I have to say this is an excellent idea, I’ve been wondering what this place was like for ages.” Lucy put in from the back, where she was squeezed between Amy and Ryan. Her and Ryan were well on their way to becoming besties, the way they had been cackling in the backseat the entire ride.
Rosie grinned at me. “I gotta agree Gwen, ever since the boys opened it I’ve wanted a peek, but Cade was always foiling our attempts, he would not be happy about this at all.” She gave me the impression she didn’t mind this one bit. She opened her door and everyone else followed suit.
I looked to the ceiling of the car. “Please don’t let me get arrested tonight.” I pleaded before jumping out.
The bouncer gave us all a questioning look, but opened the door for us. We all walked in, Ryan and Lucy whispering to each other linking arms, Amy and Rosie laughing. Once I got a good look at the interior I was surprised. It was almost tasteful. Apart from the women dancing naked on the polls of course. The lighting was dim, a soft glow radiated from candles on the tables. Black cushioned chairs were clustered around round silver tables, the looked comfortable. One must be comfortable for a lap dance I guessed. A long runway split the bar in two, jutting off a stage. It had a pole at the end of it, that a blonde with huge boobs was currently hanging off. Other girls danced on circular mini stages that were peppered around the room. Some were cozying up to various men, of which there were many. The place was packed.
“Okay now we’ve looked, and I feel sufficiently persuaded to get breast implants and loose 10 pounds, time to go.” I instructed to my friends.
Ryan cocked his head at me. “Um no way we are staying at discussing what size you should go to, we have a lot to refer to here. And look! We’ve got us a table.” He pointed to Amy, who was sitting at an empty table giving us the thumbs up.