Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“We’re here,” Tatum says as the limo comes to a halt.
A glance out the window reveals a high-end beauty salon. “What’s going on?”
“You’re getting a makeover.” Tatum’s mouth forms a satisfied grin. “We thought it would be fun to surprise you.”
“A makeover?” I blink, and a flutter of excitement goes off in my stomach. “Well, I’m definitely surprised.”
“Come on,” Sebastian urges after alighting from the vehicle. His offered hand helps me to my feet. “Time to let you shine, princess.”
We enter the chic building, and a receptionist escorts us to a private room, where the stylist introduces herself as Heidi. She’s not much older than I am, with flawless skin and wing-tipped green eyes. She banishes the men to the lobby and begins working her magic.
My braids are unraveled.
The long length cut to just above the shoulders.
Silver streaks add a modern flair.
She straightens my hair and finishes the sleek look with smoky eyes and burgundy lip color. “The new you,” she says, waving to the striking stranger in the mirror.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“I know, right?” She winks. “Men will worship the ground you walk on, honey. Especially after you’re armed in this sexy little number.” She unzips a fashion bag to reveal a black cocktail dress.
Fifteen minutes later, I return to the lobby, a decadent and sensual woman capable of facing anything.
Sebastian and Tatum are waiting for me, their hair styled, clothing changed into dress-casual, and when they catch sight of me, their jaws unhinge.
“Holy shit.” Tatum gives a low whistle. “You look amazing.”
Sebastian pins me with his gaze, his expression intense and filled with heat. “I don’t even know what to say,” he manages to get out.
Nervousness roils in my belly. “Do you like it?” I play with the ends of my hair, sans the braids and much shorter than what he’s used to.
“Like it?” With a visible gulp, he bridges the space between us. “You’re stunning,” he whispers, cradling my cheeks in his warm hands. His mouth descends on mine, and I’m incapable of denying him. My heart hammers in my chest as he nibbles on my lower lip, and I’m about to open for him, begging for the sensual slide of his tongue against mine, when he pulls away.
“We’d better go. The night is waiting.” He takes me by the hand and leads me out of the salon, with Tatum following on our heels.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
I raise a brow. “Another surprise?”
Tatum chuckles. “I’m a man of surprises.”
He really is, because I would have never guessed we’d go from a penthouse condo and expensive beauty salon to an underground club in the middle of a warehouse district.
The evening air swirls around me, making my skin prickle with anticipation as we walk into a dark, industrial space. The walls are rustic brick, the tables and chairs on the outer edges black, and chains rope off the VIP sections.
A heavy beat pulses through the air, along with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. As we make our way through the club, several men gawk at me, and I can’t help but notice how those interested gazes travel up and down my body. Sebastian senses the attention, because his hand finds the small of my back, and he pulls me into his side. The move is possessive, protective.
After we claim a VIP booth, Tatum gives our drink orders to a waitress dressed in a skimpy leather outfit. She returns a few minutes later with a round of shots.
“Drink up,” Tatum says, sliding the glass in front of me.
“No way.” I shake my head, short hair tickling my bare shoulders. “The last time I drank, things didn’t end so well.”
Tatum grins. “It’s just good ole fashioned booze. None of Vance’s turbo charge.”
I can’t help but laugh, and Sebastian joins in, his knee bumping against mine. “She calls it voodoo sex potion,” he says, those teasing blue eyes sending a wave of heat down my chest.
“There’s no voodoo sex potion in these little shots of fun, I promise you.”
Sebastian reaches out and pushes the shot glass between my empty hands. “Let’s see what kind of sanctioned trouble we can get into tonight.”
Buckling under his encouragement, I down the liquid and cough as the alcohol hits the back of my throat. Sebastian rubs my back to soothe me.
“Ready for another?” Tatum asks, his own glass empty.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
Tatum smirks. “That’s why we’re here.”
He waves down the waitress, and I shoot him a scowl before turning my attention back to Sebastian.
God, he’s sexy.
His navy button-down shirt brings out the brightness in his stare, and I fight the sudden urge to crawl onto his lap and forget the world exists.
“That look on your face, princess...” He shakes his head. “It’s fucking dangerous.”
“No more dangerous than the way you make me feel.”