Dazzled by Silver by Lacey Silks Read Free Book Online Page A

about the hot new spot. I left her another message today, asking for a call back.
    A white limo full of screaming girls picked me up at eight o’clock.
    “What happened to you?” Reese asked, passing me a flute of champagne.
    “What do you mean?” I took a sip. The cheap bubbles fizzed on my tongue and I missed the exquisite taste of Gabe’s wine I’d been sipping all day.
    “You look hot! You are definitely picking someone up tonight.” She threw her head back in laughter, “Way to go girl. Get that fucker Casey out of your mind.”
    What she didn’t know was that I’d hardly thought about Casey since meeting Gabe. The only person I’d wanted to pick up was my hot P.I., but I didn’t mention it to the girls. My little secret excited me.
    “To good times!” I clinked my glass against theirs.
    The area Reese had reserved was smack in the center of the stage closer to the back of the club. Enclosed in a round booth with tall side walls it was quite intimate. The plush red velvet seats and fresh wood polish on the table and railings set a burlesque tone.
    The waiter hovered over us as soon as we sat down. He closed in on Reese, the obvious life of the party and wearing a white veil. His black bow tie and white cuffs decorated his well oiled body. Black shorts outlined his every appetizing curve.
    “What are we drinking tonight, ladies?” he asked
    “Orgasms!” Reese yelled.
    I smiled, a slight tingle warming my stomach at the memory of my last orgasmic shot the night I’d met Gabe. My gaze flew toward the bar on the left, but my P.I. wasn’t there. Though the lure of glistening naked torsos would normally keep my focus, tonight I only wanted to see a gray shirt.
    My preoccupied girlfriends were waving their bills at the first act of the night—a police officer with a large billy club at his side.
    My phone vibrated, and my heart skipped a beat. To my delight, there was a text from the one person I wanted to hear from tonight.
    G.SILVER: Are you enjoying your bachelorette party?
    I only recalled telling Gabe it was a ladies night out.
    SAM: You must be very good at your job, Magnum.
    G.SILVER: I’m good at everything I do.
    SAM: I’ve heard that before, but have yet to witness your talents.
    G.SILVER: Be careful what you ask for, Samantha. Got to get back to the meeting :(
    “Put that phone down and have some fun.” Reese yanked on my hand.
    I stood up as a new act came on stage. The dancer wore a pair of angel wings that touched the floor. A white cloth covered his bulging package. He held a bow and arrow to complete Cupid’s ensemble. As he moved about the stage, he shot plastic arrows at the screaming women. A lady near the front pretended to faint when she caught the heart shaped tip of the arrow.
    My phone’s message light blinked again just as the waiter brought a tray full of shots. My hand itched to pick it up, but Reese handed me a shot glass and I was forced to ignore the blinking light for a few more seconds. I gulped the shot enjoying the cream sliding down my throat.
    Reese handed me another one before I set my first empty down. The alcohol coursed through my body quickly. Between the wine I’d been sipping, the champagne in the limo and these shots, I was beginning to feel the effects of my drinking.
    The tuxedo-less waiter asked, “Are you enjoying the orgasms?” Although he’d said it to all the girls, I got the impression he spoke specifically to me.
    The distracting red flash on my phone seemed to pulse brighter. The little sparkle stole all my attention tonight. By the time an opportunity rose to check my messages I’d already missed two texts. Wasn’t Gabe supposed to be in a meeting?
    G.SILVER: What are you wearing? I’m picturing you in a red dress.
    G.SILVER: Drinking anything special tonight?
    My phone proved to be more entertaining than the half-naked guys parading around us. I typed back admiring my P.I.’s intuition.
    SAM: Wearing a short, tight, red dress and