He gave me a forlorn sigh. “I know, but it was a nice thought.”
I gave him a soft peck, then slid away from him and collected my girls. Anna started doling out the rest of our outfits, and I contained a groan. It was the penis-paraphernalia that I’d noticed earlier. She gave each girl an obscene necklace, straw, suckers, and feather boas that matched our wig colors. The boas had shiny, tinsel penises woven into them. We were all dressed like sex-starved maniacs. I think my cheeks matched Cheyenne’s hair.
As we gathered around the front of the bus, I saw a modestly sized black limo arriving at the edge of the lot. Kellan and the boys brushed past us. “We’re going to head in now,” he said as he kissed my cheek. Seeing me staring at the fancy car, he added, “I rented you a limo for the evening, so you could relax. Have fun tonight. You deserve it.”
He winked at me and I smiled at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you. You guys have fun too.” As he walked away from me, I grabbed his arm. “Hey, if you really want to go to a strip club, I would be okay with it. I trust you.” I swallowed, not thrilled about the idea, but comfortable enough to know that Kellan wouldn’t do anything differently behind my back than he would do if I were right beside him.
Kellan smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t need a club, though.” He shrugged. “They never really did anything for me anyway.” I gave him a sly grin. That was probably true. Kellan didn’t need to pay for beautiful, naked women to hang all over him. If he wanted, he could have that in a heartbeat just by throwing a party at his house.
There was a burst of noise and camera flashes as Kellan left the bus; some of the fans were still waiting around, then. Well, tonight was their lucky night. Not only were they getting an up close view of rock stars, but they were about to get an eyeful of rather bizarrely dressed women. Damn my free-spirited sister.
The girls and I waited a few more minutes, then dashed to our car. I stayed in the middle of the group, head down and neon pink hair blocking my face. The driver held the door open for us as we approached. Anna exchanged a few words with him before joining Jenny, Rachel, Kate, Cheyenne and I in the spacious vehicle. Remembering the spectacle at the club, Poison, I kept my eyes open for anyone following us. I know I would be curious about a group of women dressed like colorful hookers exiting a rock star’s tour bus and hopping into a limousine.
Anna elbowed me in the ribs. “Relax, Kiki, you’re free.”
Laughing at my paranoia, I shifted to the front. “Yes, I am. Let’s go have some fun.”
The girls laughed with me while the driver gave us amused, puzzled glances. Per my sister’s instructions, he drove us to a restaurant. Even though I felt like an idiot as the group of us slid out of the car and walked into Red Robin—my sister was having a craving for seasoned fries—I was grateful that we were eating first. I was starving.
Funnily enough, with the chaotic ambiance of the restaurant, we fit right in, like a piece of living art. Every patron in the place turned their heads to stare at us, though. Pushing aside the feeling of everyone’s eyes on me, I followed my sister up the stairs to the bar. The six of us scooted into a booth, with Jenny, Kate, and Rachel on one side, Cheyenne, Anna, and I on the other. The fresh-faced waiter who arrived seconds later was clearly impressed with our outfits. “Hi, I’m Gabe. I’ll be your server this evening.” Pointing his pen at our penis-inlaid boas, he smirked, “Bachelorette party?”
Pulling the boa off, I placed it on the seat beside me. Flaunting phallic shapes at a family restaurant probably wasn’t the best idea, young eyes and all. On the limo ride over, I’d made my sister put her penis necklace in her purse and promise me that she wouldn’t use her straw or sucker here. She’d grudgingly agreed.
Tossing her arm around me, Anna beamed at Gabe. “Yep, my girl’s tying the knot, so we need to get her lit!”
Gabe turned his blue eyes to me. “Congratulations.”
Surprisingly, his gaze shifted over my face. Wow, was he checking me out? “Thanks,” I murmured. “We’re celebrating her recent wedding too.” I turned to Anna. “I still can’t believe you married Griffin.”
Anna rolled her eyes. “Let it go. You’re worse than Dad.” I had to laugh at that comment. It was highly unlikely that Dad knew about Anna’s marital status. I doubt she’d even told him that she’d left Seattle yet.
Gabe’s smile widened. “Sisters?” Leaning toward us, he gave everyone a grin, then focused solely on me. “I know just what you guys need. Mind if I pick your drinks?” He winked at me as he straightened, and my mind froze. He really was hitting on me.
“Uh, no, go right ahead.” Not knowing what else to do, I gave him a polite smile.