CHAPTER 46
ARI
“Well, that’s a bust.”
Chase tilted his head critically and eyed the woman gyrating ten feet away. “I’d give it an eight.”
“Eight? Why only an eight?”
“It’s out of proportion, and the bikini doesn’t suit her skin tone.”
After visiting eight strip clubs and seeing boobs in every size, shape, and colour possible, I had to concede that he’d become something of an expert, although not once had he tried to touch.
“I guess I can see where you’re coming from. But that wasn’t what I meant.”
“No Erin?”
“We’ve been here for two hours, and I can’t see her.”
Our server in Cheetahs was working her first day, and she hadn’t been as helpful as Misty at Nip and Tuck. We’d been forced to order several rounds of drinks and watch the endless parade of skin on the club’s main stage as
