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London’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he pulled her close to kiss her. Holding up her hand to block him, she looked closely to see how drunk he was.
“How drunk are you?” she asked.
“Not so drunk that I didn’t realize that wasn’t you.” He pulled her close, a smile on his lips. “I didn’t even know what she was saying. I swear.”
“Is that so?”
After a moment of giving him a stern look, she leaned into him. His hand slid around to the swell of her ass and held her in place.
“When we leave here, I promise I’ll prove it to you.” He nuzzled her neck, and she melted against him.
London found Alana had made it to the booth and took a seat. She looked out of sorts. He knew she wasn’t a nightclub type of person.
Khalil and the fellas were just ramping up, with no signs of slowing down.
He couldn’t torture her by keeping her out any later.
He motioned over to the waiter so he could settle the bill. Whenever he took clients out, he always footed the bill. It was a business transaction, and he’d send the receipts to his secretary on Monday morning.
“It’s time for me to head home,” he announced.
This was new for him. When courting a client, he would normally stay until the club closed. But one look at Alana, he knew he had to get them home.
“Take Alana home, man.” Khalil gave him the one-armed hug. “She’s something special.”
“Don’t I know it.”
Alana had won Khalil over with her analytical advice.
He waved to Liam, Mark, and Scott. They were his clients, and he was sure they would talk about him when he left.
Which would be a good thing.
He had a great relationship with the three of them, and he was sure they would talk Khalil into signing with him.
Walking over to the booth, he held his hand out to Alana. “Come on, babe. Let’s get you home.”
“Are you sure? We don’t have to leave if you’re not ready,” she protested.
With a nod, he assisted her up and out of the booth.
“Sir, the check.” The waiter handed him a small black portfolio that hid the receipt. London signed the small piece of paper, barely glancing at the total. What he spent tonight was nothing compared to what he stood to make off of Khalil signing with him.
“Can you bring over another bottle of Ace of Spades for my clients?” London asked, handing him back the signed receipt. It was Khalil’s favorite, and London wanted his future client to be happy.
“Of course.” The waiter took the crisp hundred-dollar bills London handed him. “I shall have your car brought around.”
“Thanks.”
Pulling Alana close to his side, he guided her through the thick crowd and headed toward the exit. Whenever the athletes partied, the amount of people who came to the clubs increased. Everyone wanted a chance to be in the same building as the stars. Having someone like Khalil in Cleveland would be good for the economy. Fans would flock to the city to watch him play basketball, which would mean more patrons to the downtown bars, restaurants, and clubs.
They arrived outside and waited for his car to be brought around.
“It won’t look bad with you leaving now, will it?” Alana asked.
“Not at all.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “Matter of fact, Khalil suggested I take you home.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Was I that obvious?”
