“More surprises?”
A thousand-watt smile is part of my answer. “Let’s not waste this anonymity.”
Lucas escorts us toward the door entrance of The Sayers Club after texting Nova in the limo. The doorman is obviously expecting us as he gives us a thorough once-over and grunts out an, “Epic.”
“Ready, Gladys?” Lucas keeps his gaze forward to avoid my scowl. My neck is itching after our sprint to the car.
Once inside, we’re ushered by one of the bouncers through the crowd and seated at one of many cherry leather couches, ours close to an empty stage.
“Oh, think they’ll have music?” I ask as we take a seat. A waitress is already standing in wait for our order.
“Hope so. We’ll need to be as close as we can get with your hearing problem,” Lucas says, placing an order for a shot and a beer. I do the same and meet his confused eyes.
“No wine tonight?”
“Gladys doesn’t drink wine. She’s a beer girl.”
He gives me an amused grin, and the waitress takes off with our order. After a few minutes of visual crowd surfing, Lucas pulls me into his lap, and we get a few odd looks. Visually, we’re the oldest people in the club, and I can’t help myself when I press the button on my cell phone to check the time. “Oh, honey, it’s ten fifty-five. You haven’t taken your pill,” I lean in and waggle my eyebrows, “you know the blue one.”
He rubs his erection against my ass, and I mock a gasp.
“Oh, my, it’s a miracle.”
“I’ll show you a miracle.”
“This isn’t appropriate, you know. We’re not setting a good example for these kids.”
“No, this is the perfect example to set,” he says, running his fingers under the back of my shirt and strumming them along my skin in a seductive caress.
Drinks delivered we hold up our shots, and I propose the toast.
“To you. Congrats.”
“No, not to me. Sorry, I made one of our dates about a movie.”
I lower my shot. “What? No. That’s…no. This is amazing. You think I don’t want to be a part of it?”
He shrugs. “It’s a movie, Mila. I’m not exactly changing lives.”
“I disagree entirely. If anything, you’re creating an escape for a few hours, that’s something. And music, movies, books, they all have the power to change a lot, or at the very least, leave a lasting impression.”
“I’m not trying to downplay it…I just don’t want it to touch us too much, not yet.”
“Well, the only thing touching me right now is you, you dirty, old bastard.”
“Cute,” he says, slowing his fingers.
I lift my shot, and he does the same. “Let’s make it simple then, to Gladys and Sean.”
“Gladys and Sean.” We toss them back, the burn of the liquid coating my throat. We drink two more before sipping our beers, and I’m feeling dizzy from the buzz and the workings of his hands. When his fingers dip lower, I begin to pant.
“Please stop that unless you plan on doing something about it. And even then, I don’t know if I can handle the visual just yet. I’ll need like twenty, thirty years.”
He chuckles and leans into my good ear. “Trust me, Dame, the minute I push inside you tonight, you’re going to know exactly who’s fucking you.”
I give him a coy smile. “Not that you aren’t a handsome older man, but…” I trail my fingers along his neck, and I’m cut off by a chorus of applause when the club goes dark. Emerging from a small black curtain, a group of guys take the stage.
“Oh, awesome,” I say, sure Lucas can’t hear me. It takes me a second to realize we’re surrounded by a ton of warm bodies.