Page 46 of Bourbon Kingdom
“I do,” I nodded. “But I thought you had one as well.”
“That I do, but I wanted to hear yours first.”
“Typical,” I said, while folding my arms across my chest. Trying not to get irritated, I started divulging the details of my plan. “So, Rex never leaves his phone in a lock box. He has it on him at all times, and I was thinking, somehow, we can get his phone and use that to record some things around here, text it to . . . oh, shit,” I muttered.
“What?” Blane asked, looking a little intrigued.
“Rex took my phone away from me. I have no way of texting myself the pictures without him obviously seeing it.”
“That’s not a big deal; we’ll just send it to my phone.”
“Wait, how do I know I can I trust you?”
Seriously, Blane sat up in his chair and placed his forearms on his knees while looking up at me. His back muscles flexed in the tank top he was wearing, making me quite aware of how damn sexy he really was.
“Goldie, he practically treats me as a slave here. He has ruined my life. He has taken everything away from me, everything that’s ever mattered, and now I have nothing but this club, where we are all manipulated by that power-hungry bastard. It’s time Rex finally gets what he deserves. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come around. I need your help just as much as you need mine.”
Well, that was convincing. From the look in his eyes, the look of desperation, I could tell he wouldn’t cross me. I could trust him because, from the very beginning, since I’d met him, he looked like he’d been putting on an act, never really living life. Maybe he really had to be let free of Rex’s grasp to get what he needed.
“I guess we can text to your phone. Do you think my plan would work?”
“Possibly,” he said, while studying his hands. “I had the same idea, since I see him with his phone all the time. He and Leo both carry their phones around in the club.”
“Leo actually comes here?”
“He does,” Blane nodded. “He actually is supposed to come tonight.”
“Really? Hmm . . . do you think it would be easier to steal his phone, rather than Rex’s? I mean, I have this idea, but I really don’t have any clue how to actually get the phone without asking for it.”
“How are you at pick-pocketing?”
“Uh, terrible. Never really mastered that fine art.”
“Well, you might want to practice before tonight. It’s your only option.”
“You’re acting like this is someOcean’s Elevenshit. I like to believe I could be as badass as Matt Damon with a fake nose, but honestly, I have no clue how to go about grabbing a phone from someone’s pocket.”
“Do you know how to give someone a lap dance?”
“That’s insulting that you even had to ask that. Of course I know how to give a lap dance, I know how to make a man cum just from the thrust of my hips against his crotch, but the two don’t compare. There is no way you can say giving a lap dance is just like pick-pocketing.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Blane stated, a little annoyed. “God, you talk too much sometimes.”
“Eh, it’s a fault of mine. At least I don’t go around slicing people’s necks or something like that or punching random people in the head. Although, the shock factor would be hilarious, because what person walking down the street would expect a fist to the old noggin? Not many, unless you’re a criminal; if you’re a criminal, you can pretty much expect a punch on a daily basis. Talking too much can almost be entertaining, so to call it a fault really isn’t fair. You know?”
“You done?”
Blushing, I nodded and allowed him to continue.
“Like I was going to say, you can give Rex a lap dance at some point tonight and grab his phone then. He won’t know what’s happening, because he’ll be too distracted with you on top of him.”
I thought about it for a second and realized it was a good plan; there was only one problem.
“That’s a great idea and all, but do you really think Rex is going to allow my crotch anywhere near him after I practically told him my uterus was ripping itself apart?”
Blane cringed and shook his head. “Fuck, that is so nasty.”
“Hey! I’m not really on my period. I just said that to get out of being on stage tonight.”
