The Marrying Type by Laura Chapman

Author:Laura Chapman [Chapman, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laura Chapman
Published: 2016-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“All married couples should learn the art of battle as they should learn the art of making love. Good battle is objective and honest—never vicious or cruel. Good battle is healthy and constructive, and brings to a marriage the principles of equal partnership.”

~ Ann Landers

SADIE’S FRIENDS THREW her a bachelorette party a few weeks before the wedding. Elliot tried, and failed, to discourage them from holding the party the night before the bridal shower brunch. The women had assured her they’d be on their best behavior. She remained skeptical, but ultimately, it hadn’t been her decision.

When Heloise learned Elliot’s wedding would wrap by mid afternoon, she’d roped her into the night’s festivities. Elliot didn’t put up much of a fight. She’d make sure they stayed hydrated by forcing water bottles on them if necessary. And if the evening took a nasty turn, she’d be on hand to post bail.

After dinner at a Mexican restaurant, the limo pulled into a parking spot in front of their next destination. Elliot scoped out the building and worried she didn’t have enough bail money stashed away. It took her eyes a long moment to adjust to the dim light inside.

“Shots for everyone. Shots. Shots. Shots.” Heloise’s demand spurred mixed results from the other girls.

Elliot was too distracted by the neon lights to care whether or not tequila was on its way. While the strip club’s exterior had been relatively demure, inside the displays featured nude men. The flashing neon gave the illusion they were dancing. The stage stood front and center with a wall of mirrors to the back and a trio of poles in prime positions.

“I have no idea what we’re supposed to do.” Sadie giggled nervously. Her eyes grew wide, and she adjusted the condom-covered veil Heloise had insisted she wear for the night. “I’ve never been to a strip club before.”

“I haven’t either,” Elliot murmured.

Marissa and Libby had refused strippers for their bachelorette parties. They’d also forbidden condom-covered veils, penis straws, and anything else involving male anatomy. Heloise wouldn’t have listened to those rules. She’d likely bought every penis-shaped party favor available.

“Oh my.” Sadie’s cheeks colored as a man in a loin cloth strolled by. “I guess this is what a strip club looks like.”

“Mmm.” Elliot watched a middle-aged woman smack a stripper’s butt with growing trepidation. She would be hard-pressed to touch anything in this club, let alone one of the performers. She didn’t have enough hand sanitizer.

“This way, ladies.” Heloise pulled Sadie and Elliot to a set of tables directly in front of the stage. She gestured for the other women to follow. “Take your seats and get ready for the show.”

A waiter, dressed like a cowboy in ass-less chaps, took their drink orders. Trying not to let her eyes linger too long on his backside, Elliot permitted herself one vodka press. After this, she’d stick to sparkling water with a twist of lime. More alcohol might help Elliot enjoy the night, but she’d regret overindulging the next morning.

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