Marrying Mr. Wrong (Dirty Martini Running Club #3) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,75

in his own right, although I have no idea what his financial situation is like now. And he has a shockingly large ego for someone with such a small package.”

“Do you actually know he has a small package or are you just using that as an insult?” I asked.

“Unfortunately for me, he used to change in his office and forget to close the door quite frequently.” He shuddered. “There are some things you can’t unsee.”

“Are you sure he won’t recognize you?”

“If he does, he probably won’t acknowledge me. Assistants are beneath his notice.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “He sounds delightful. But I know his type. This will be easy.”

I adjusted my earpiece. “So are we ready?”

“Let’s do this.” Nora called my phone and we tested the sound. It would be harder to hear when we were inside, but we’d tried it at another bar the previous weekend, and it had worked pretty well. Hopefully I’d be able to hear enough.

“I’ll go in first so it doesn’t look like we’re together,” Nora said, then disappeared inside.

Oliver and I waited for a minute, then followed her in.

The lights glowed blue, reflecting off silver-framed mirrors and glass shelves. There was a variety of seating options, including couches, chairs, small tables, and stools at the bar. Dance music reverberated through the ceiling from the dance floor upstairs and people mingled in small groups, taking up most of the seating. A guy in a white shirt tended bar and a few servers picked their way through the crowd with drinks or empty glasses on large black trays.

“Is he here?” Nora asked in my ear.

We wandered deeper into the club and I looked around. “I’m not sure.”

Oliver stopped and pivoted so he faced me. “He’s here.”

“Where?”

“At the bar. He’s the one in the oddly shiny black shirt.”

There he was, sitting on a stool with his back to the bar. His black shirt was indeed oddly shiny. It looked like the button-down shirt version of a cheap satin prom dress. He rested one elbow on the bar and held a drink while he scanned the crowd. His expression looked bored, like he was too good to be here.

Of course, Jensen’s lady friend had said he’d been coming here every Saturday, so the too-cool-for-school thing was obviously an act.

“Nora, he’s sitting at the bar wearing a weird shiny shirt.”

“Got it. I’m going in.”

Nora made her way to the bar, her swaying hips and very short dress drawing the attention of at least half the men in the club.

Except Dominic. He had to see her. He was facing out and she walked right in front of him. But his gaze didn’t follow her as she passed.

I leaned closer to Oliver. “What if he doesn’t take the bait?”

“He will. Look at her. What man wouldn’t?”

She chose an empty stool near the end of the bar and elegantly crossed her legs. Half a second later, a guy in a short-sleeved shirt and dark pants approached, offering to buy her a drink.

Dominic still didn’t seem to notice her.

I listened in while Nora politely declined.

“We should move,” Oliver said, gesturing to an open table. “I doubt he’ll notice me, but we’re right in his line of sight.”

“Good idea.”

The guy at the bar wandered away from Nora and we snagged a table. It was bar-height with tall stools, so I made sure to focus on what I was doing when I got up into the seat. The last thing I needed was to fall on my face and cause a scene.

“What ever happened with tea shop girl?”

His shoulders slumped. “I missed my chance. She doesn’t work there anymore. I haven’t seen her in weeks.”

“Oh no. That’s so sad. I’m sorry.”

“It’s my own bloody fault. At least now I can stop spending a fortune on tea.”

“Maybe that’s your silver lining.”

He smiled. “Indeed. How about I go get us drinks?”

“Sounds great. I’ll have a martini.”

“One martini, coming right up.”

“Soph, I don’t think this guy likes brunettes,” Nora said through my earpiece. “He’s totally ignoring me.”

She was right. He wasn’t even glancing in her direction.

“That’s so weird. You look amazing.”

“I’ll give him a few minutes to come to me, but if he doesn’t, I’ll have to get more aggressive.”

“Sounds good.”

I waited at our table while Oliver got drinks from the bar. Nora ordered a martini for herself and casually sipped it while Dominic kept not noticing her. I didn’t understand it. Nora was fire in that dress. Another guy approached her and she had to work a little