Beautiful Bombshell Part 6

Her eyebrows disappeared beneath her hair and she fell back against the seat in laughter. "And you've been gone all this time?"

I nodded. "Suppose they'll try and suss out the truth of where I've gone. d.a.m.n them." I finished adjusting my clothes and leaned across the chair, taking her face in my hands and dragging a finger down her nose. "I've got to go."

"Yes, you do."

"I love you, Petal."

"Love you too, stranger."

FIVE.

Bennett Ryan

I was pretty sure I looked like an idiot. Will and Henry continued to sip their drinks and pore over the menu, oblivious to the fact that I was sitting across from them, d.a.m.n near giggling and randomly breaking into the widest, goofiest grins imaginable.

Despite Max's sudden departure, I was still on a high from how much fun it had been to follow Chloe, then spank and f.u.c.k her in a bathroom. And she was going to be my wife.

I had no idea how I'd gotten so lucky.

"Are you gentlemen ready?" the waiter asked, removing a slew of empty gla.s.ses from the table and stacking them on his tray. Will and Henry looked up for the first time in about ten minutes and blinked around the table.

"Max not back yet?" Will asked, surprised.

I shook my head, refolding my napkin in an attempt to avoid their eyes. "Doesn't look like it."

"Should we wait for him or . . .?" Henry asked. "I could go out and kill a few minutes at one of the tables while we wait."

I glanced down at my watch and groaned; the flimsy excuse Max had used about needing the bathroom was most definitely losing its credibility with each pa.s.sing minute. And it wasn't that I particularly cared if Max got busted-it's possible that might actually improve my night-but if Max went down then so did I. We had the rest of the weekend with these guys, and Will would make it a living h.e.l.l if he found out we'd been sneaking out to bang our girlfriends on Valentine's Day.

And, truth be told, Will was the only single one here and was the most focused on hanging out with the guys. I felt a pang of guilt that, of the three of us who seemed to care more for women than gambling, he was the only one not getting laid this weekend.

"Sure he'll be back any minute," I said. "Must not have been feeling well."

"What the h.e.l.l did you two eat anyway?" Henry asked.

I tried to formulate an answer and remembered the waiter only when I heard him sigh. "I'll give you gentlemen a few more minutes," he said before stepping away.

Will narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, what is going on," he said, words slurring together a little. "There's no way a person could have this much diarrhea and survive."

"Thank you for that very tasteful a.n.a.lysis." I set my napkin on my plate and stood. "I'll just step over there and see how much longer. You two go ahead and order for us. I'll have the filet. b.l.o.o.d.y." I started to walk away and stopped, turning to face them again. "Oh, and get yourself a few more drinks," I added with a smile. "It's on me."

The mood in the restaurant had changed as the night went on. Lights embedded in the ceiling and around the room had s.h.i.+fted from the soft white to warm gold, was.h.i.+ng everything in rich color. The music was louder, not so loud that you couldn't talk or make out individual conversations, but loud enough that you could feel it deep in your chest, a pounding like a second heartbeat. It felt more like a nightclub than a restaurant now and made it easier for me to step out unnoticed, to text Max.

Where the f.u.c.k are you?

I paced the glossy wood floors just outside, debating whether I could leave and get away with it. My phone vibrated with his incoming message less than a minute later.

Just pulling up. Two minutes.

We need to talk, I answered. I'll meet you near valet.

With a glance over my shoulder to make sure Will or Henry hadn't followed, I headed down to meet Max.

The casino floor was bustling. The sound of laughter and cheering floated up from one of the tables and a couple of police officers stood near the entrance, speaking to a group of valets.

Max stepped through the doors and stopped just in front of me, reb.u.t.toning his suit jacket and straightening his tie. "Always so impatient," he said, glancing twice at the police before gripping my arm. "Perhaps we could move just over here . . ." He guided us away from the area and out of their direct line of sight.

"Oh, that's comforting. You're dodging the police now? Jesus Christ, what is happening? I feel like an accomplice in some sort of crime spree," I said, running a hand through my hair.

"The less you know, the better, mate. Trust me."

"And the toilet, Max? Really? That's the best you could come up with?"

"As if your excuse was any better? An ulcer? You've lost your touch, mate. The Ben I knew in uni would be ashamed. Love's made you soft."

I sighed, glancing behind me. "You've been gone for almost an hour. What the f.u.c.k took you so long?"

He gave me a wide, leering smile. He looked happy. f.u.c.k, he looked downright giddy, as if he hadn't a care in the world. I knew that expression; I'd been wearing it less than ten minutes ago.

"Just gave the lady friend a screaming o.r.g.a.s.m, mate."

"Okay, right. I did not need to know that."

"You're one to talk." He stretched his neck, cracking it. "So how are the boys?"

"Replacing most of their blood with vodka and discussing the beauty of aged meats."

"Shall we head up for dinner, then?"

He went to push by me but I reached for his arm, stopping him. "Look, you know what I've been doing and I know what you've been doing, let's cut the bulls.h.i.+t. Back in New York, I'm lucky to get Chloe to myself for ten full minutes. They're only here tonight. Let's help each other out here."

His expression seemed to sober and he nodded. "Am I the only one that finds it hilarious that it's Valentine's Day and we're the ones behaving like idiots and chasing them rather than the other way 'round?"

"The thought may have occurred to me once or twice, yes," I said with a shake of my head. These women made us insane. "We need a plan. It will be no problem to get our comrades lost in a meat coma but that won't last all night. And Will is getting suspicious."

"Agreed," he said. "How much do you think he knows?"

"I'm not sure. Henry hasn't stopped drinking or looking at the poker chips in his pocket all night, but Will-he seems to be under the impression that you and I are both suffering from some sort of horrible digestive issue."

Max groaned. "I'll want to see her again, mate. I have to be honest. She's here, and she's . . . well, I'd like to check in on her again." He looked up at me and I nodded, understanding. "Will would never let me live it down if he thinks I couldn't go a single weekend without seeing her. You know him. I love the man but he's enough of a t.o.s.s.e.r as it is; I'm not giving him this, too," he said, shaking his head.

"Exactly. My brother loves giving me s.h.i.+t about Chloe and the fact that I slept with her while she still worked for me. If he finds out about this there won't be a Ryan family holiday where he doesn't regale everyone with the story of the other time Bennett couldn't keep it in his pants. f.u.c.k that."

"Right."

"So what now? If we wanted to see them again tonight, how could that work?"

Max paced back and forth in front of the registration desk before turning to face me. "I think I've got it."

"Tell me."

"I'm thinking . . ." He was looking down at the ground, still putting the pieces together in his head. "I think . . . we need them distracted, yeah? And we want to make sure Will has a brilliant night."

I nodded. "But it's got to be more than booze. Those two have been drinking all night and somehow still seem to be functioning. I don't want them blind or facedown in a gutter somewhere."

"Obviously." Max pulled out his phone and began scrolling through the contacts. I s.h.i.+fted from foot to foot and kept glancing over my shoulder, waiting for Henry to come out and drag me back by my collar to the table.

When I turned back to Max, he'd stopped on a number. "Who are you calling?"

"Mr. Johnny French," he said.

"How do you know him, anyway? An old friend?"

Max laughed. "Not sure I'd call him a friend. Not sure he'd call anyone a friend, really. But he does owe me a few favors and as you've seen, caters to the type of crowd that might be helpful in our situation."

"I'm afraid to see where this is going."

"A little faith, mate. Will is a bit of a ladies' man," he said, smiling. "We'll just . . . help him."

"Help him?"

Max shrugged, meaningfully.

"You mean get him a hooker?" I practically shouted.

Max shushed me and glanced around. "A little louder perhaps? And who'd have thought you'd be such a prude, Ben? I'm a little surprised," he said. "I'm not going to let him sleep with her. We just want a distraction. We're getting him a distraction."

"But-"

He held up a finger to silence me, and put the phone on speaker between us. It rang a few times before it was answered by a man with a deep, serious voice: Johnny French.

"What can I do for you, Max? Again," he said.

"How are you this evening, Mr. French?" Max asked.

"Still fine."

"I hope I didn't wake you?"

A gravelly laugh filled the line. "Funny. I trust you found everything to your liking?"

Max smiled and I raised an eyebrow. It occurred to me that I really had no idea what Max had been up to in there. I knew it involved Sara, but now I was beginning to wonder if the details were a bit more . . . sordid than I'd originally thought.

"It was brilliant. b.l.o.o.d.y brilliant. As usual, of course. You have one h.e.l.l of a place there."

"Good, glad to hear it. Now get to the point."

"I'd like to call in a favor."

"I a.s.sumed as much," Johnny said flatly.

"The thing is that we've found ourselves in a bit of a predicament here, and need a little help getting out of it."

"I'm listening."

"We need a distraction. A decoy."

"A distraction."

"Yes. Sara is here, as you know. But so are our friends."

"I see . . . And you'd like to ditch them."

"Not exactly. We just want them . . . entertained. One friend in particular. We'd like him safe but maybe . . . occupied for a few hours."

"So you can run off and be with your girls on Valentine's Day."

Max smiled. "Something like that."

Silence filled the line and Max and I looked up at each other in question.

"Did he hang up?" I mouthed.

Max shrugged. "Still there, mate?" he asked.

"I'm here. And yeah, no problem. Pretty sure I have the perfect distraction in mind."