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“Oh, I couldn’t,” Alana gushed, patting her belly. Khalil and London declined as well.
“Then I’ll be back around with the check.”
It had been fun watching London interact with Khalil and see him at work. At first, she’d had reservations about coming to dinner with them, but it turned out to be fine.
“The night is young. Why don’t we head out and have some fun?” Khalil suggested.
Tom returned with the check. London pulled out his wallet and slid his credit card into the black leather receipt folder without even looking at the total.
“Where do you have in mind? Alana deserves a night out,” London insisted, giving her a wink.
“Oh, um… sure. Whatever you guys want to do.”
She didn’t want to be a Debbie Downer on an important night for London. If Khalil signed with him, it would net London millions of dollars.
She bit back a sigh and stood from her chair, London immediately rising at her side. The waiter had returned, and London finished taking care of the check.
Khalil gave them a wide smile. “I have just the place in mind.”
They made their way out of the restaurant where a few people unashamedly stopped Khalil, requesting selfies and autographs.
Before long, they were in London’s luxury vehicle, driving through the city toward the Flats. Alana knew they were heading to one of the most popular clubs in the city.
London and Khalil were deep in conversation about what London could offer him. Apparently, Khalil had read the files that were sent over days ago.
London pulled up to the valet in front of a fancy nightclub.
This was not her scene.
She was never one to hang out at places like this. Not that there was anything wrong with it. Clubbing just wasn’t her thing.
She would try to have fun. This was what London did for a living, and if his client wanted to go to a club for a few drinks and music, then so be it.
Alana was out of her comfort zone. There were just too many people, the music was loud and crude.
They were in the VIP section of the club, seated in a half circle booth. From where Alana was, she could see the entire club. With her wineglass in hand, she remained quiet at her seat in the booth. London and Khalil were standing nearby, talking with a few other extremely tall men. They had to be athletes.
The champagne was flowing.
Alana just about had a heart attack when she saw the prices on the menu. This was London’s world when he was courting athletes. Money apparently wasn’t an issue when it came to catering to the millionaire athletes.
The group of men stood around, their laughter drawing the attention of the clubgoers.
Especially the women.
Alana was appalled by some of their outfits. The brazen women weren’t the least bit shy when they approached Khalil.
She glanced over at London. The London she used to peek at through her peephole was present.
The charmer.
The businessman.
He knocked back a shot and sat his glass down on the table. Catching her eye, he motioned for her to come to him.
She shook her head at first. The music was so loud, she couldn’t hear a thing of what anyone had to say.
He motioned to her again, his sexy grin in place.
