Chapter 31. Deal with Devil Maine (1)

[2018, December 17th. Two days before the fashion show]

“How about I just get you away from the strippers? CC would kill me if she knew I brought you here,” Aaron said, slapping a hand onto Bart’s back and steering him in the direction of the tables.

“Also, let’s never come to a strip club together again.”

“Agreed,” said Bart, as he watched a waitress in a thong and lace bra pass him by and screwed up his face in disgust.

“Dude, are you even a guy?”

“Why would CC care if I came to this tacky place?”

“Aren’t you guys like a thing or whatever?”

“Nope.”

“Someone should maybe tell your faces that when you’re together then.”

“12 o’clock. She’s not the Maine we want, but she is a Maine.”

Straight ahead, four or five tables in front of them, sat Emily Maine. She stood immediately, in a cashmere knee-length coat and pencil heel boots, no doubt the most clad woman in the place. Lazily playing with the olive in her martini, she looke