Page 26 of Don't Fall For Your Fake Boyfriend

“So what are you asking us to do?” Callum asks.

I look over at him and shake my head when it looks like he’s almost intrigued with the idea. Callum, the man who has no fun, who doesn’t do anything but work, is asking for more details. He’s supposed to be the loudmouth protesting this crazy idea.

“Ben has come up with a simple routine that we can all learn quickly. We’ll surprise the girls, especially Hartford, and perform it tonight. It’s going to be fun guys. The girls will get a kick out of it and I really want to do this for Hartford,” Paxton explains.

“The moves are easy and I’m an excellent teacher,” Ben adds.

“We keep our clothes on right?” Tripp asks with a raised brow.

“Fuck yes. There will be no dicks flying around,” Paxton says, causing everyone to laugh.

“Everyone will wear matching shirts and jeans. Nothing will come off,” Ben says, chuckling.

Matching shirts and dancing, it gets better and better. I can’t be the only one that thinks this is a ridiculous idea. I look around trying to find someone in the room who appears like they may protest—anyone besides me.

“I think it sounds like fun,” Lake says, smiling.

I snap my head toward him and narrow my eyes. Oh this asshole thinks it’s a good idea? He thinks it sounds like fun? Just as I think it, he turns his head and winks at me.

All right fucker, game on.

“Yeah, you know what, I’m in. I can’t wait to shake my ass for my girl out of the bedroom,” I say, puffing out my chest.

“Too much information, Brock, but thanks for being in,” Paxton says.

“As long as I keep my attention on Anya, I think I should be all right,” Griffin says.

“Gross, that’s our sister, Griff,” I shout.

He shrugs with a smug look on his face that makes me want to be on the opposite side of the room from him during this performance. But, the idea of dancing and gaining the attention of Willow is kind of enticing, especially after Lake’s comment.

“You mentioned matching shirts. What the hell is that all about?” Shepherd asks.

Paxton unbuttons his flannel shirt and exposes a t-shirt underneath that says, Groom. Ben proceeds to unbutton his shirt and he’s wearing a t-shirt that reads, Groom’s brew crew.

It’s ridiculous and yet somehow hilariously appropriate.

“Wow, I hate that I love that,” Tripp says.

“Fuck, me too,” I say, shaking my head with a smile.

“So, everyone is in?” Paxton asks.

We all agree and he throws his fist in the air. This idiot is so excited and so clearly in love that he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. It’s kind of cool to witness.

“Great, let's get started on learning the moves,” Ben says, grabbing a speaker and syncing it to his phone.

We’re all waiting by the bar in Trifecta. The excitement is palpable as we toss back a shot. The club is loud and crowded with screaming women, laughter, and dancing. The club definitely lives up to the hype.

The dance Ben taught us is easy, just like he said. He also said we could add to it, if the moment strikes. Paxton says he’s going to give Hartford a lap dance and we’ve all been begging him not to do it.

If nothing else, the girls will get a good laugh.

I know they’re all excited. Willow couldn’t stop talking about it while she got ready. She talked and talked, and damn, when she walked out of the bathroom I had to hold onto the dresser. Her brown hair was curled, her makeup was dark and smoky, but the tight black strapless dress she had on showing off her incredible body made it impossible to look away.

I wanted to tell her she looked fucking hot, but before the words could leave my mouth Anya knocked on the door and she rushed off with her.

“Are you guys almost ready?” Ben asks.