Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I don’t have a keycard.”
“You don’t need one.”
Did Cam add a wink onto that? He sure did.
“Oh,” Hope breathed and winked back.
While Nolan liked that Hope was both bold and beautiful, the fact Cam and Hope were flirting with each other confirmed that his friend was straight.
Unfortunately.
The key exchange was sounding better and better for him.
“Well, we need to go clean up after our bike ride. Sorry if we’ve seared your nostrils.”
Hope laughed softly. “You haven’t. You two smell like the outdoors.”
Cam finished with, “Anyway, I hope we see you tonight.”
“I second that,” Nolan added.
“I’ll think about it. If I do, I need to find a groovy outfit to wear.”
“We look forward to seeing that,” Nolan threw over his shoulder as he and Cam turned to head back to the cabin.
Hell, she’d probably look stunning wearing a black garbage bag.
The dimly lit space vibrated around them with both sexual tension and bass-heavy disco music. Mirrored disco balls spun from the ceiling, reflecting colorful lights all over The Mane Event Hall and its occupants. The floor was packed with people moving and grooving to 70s tunes.
The DJ on stage wore a huge afro wig, oversized rose-colored glasses, and a one-piece multi-colored jumpsuit with a deep V neckline showing off a thick gold chain and hairy chest. The current vinyl he was spinning was Boogie Wonderland by Earth Wind and Fire, and anyone who knew the words was singing along.
Nolan shadowed Cam as he worked his way through a crowd full of guests and employees wearing various wigs, as well as huge hoop earrings, platform shoes, and even flared pants.
One man even showed up dressed like Hugh Hefner, with the robe, pipe and all.
The atmosphere was fun, with people dancing, singing, and laughing, most likely a bit tipsy from the spiked punch.
When they paused in front of a stretch of tables full of food typical of that decade, Nolan snagged a pig-in-a-blanket and popped it into his mouth. The spread also consisted of cheese fondue, Jell-o molds, and ambrosia salad.
“Do you think any of these people actually lived through the 70s?” Nolan asked Cam. “I mean, most of the attendees don’t seem old enough.”
Cam chuckled. “I’m sure some did. You should’ve seen the 80s party we had a few weeks ago. The guests wore the craziest outfits. The music was great, though.”
Cam nodded to one of his security guards when they crossed paths.
“Ah, yes, the 80s,” Nolan murmured. “Teased, over-sprayed hair, leg warmers, and jelly shoes.”
“I actually saw some of that,” Cam said on a laugh. “I worked the event that night but it was still fun and made for great people-watching.” He pointed to a large bowl. “There you go. If you want to throw your keycard in there.”
He had to write his initials with marker on the blank card Cam got him since he didn’t have a room number.
He tossed it in the bowl and crossed his fingers for the best. He really didn’t care if it was a man or woman, or even a couple, who chose him. He only hoped there was some sort of spark between them.
Unfortunately, he never asked who was supposed to pull the key. He had no idea how the resort’s version worked since his research showed that the original key parties were made up of couples. One half of the couple threw their car key into the bowl and the other chose a key. Nolan didn’t have a partner to swap out.
Whatever. He’d go with the flow.
An elbow to the ribs had him turning toward Cam to see Hope making her way over to them. She was dressed in a hot-pink jumpsuit that showed off some cleavage, wore wedge sandals, had a large, fake daisy pinned in her teased hair, and oversized gold hoop earrings hung from her earlobes.
While the outfit was crazy at first glance, she managed to look smoking hot in it.
“Where’d you get that outfit?” Cam asked as she joined them.
With a smile, she showed it off by turning in a circle, and once she stopped, she popped out a hip. “Not from my closet, that’s for sure. I asked my neighbor. She was in her 20s during that decade and she hasn’t thrown away anything.”
“It looks great on you,” Nolan told her.
She turned her smile toward him. “Thanks! You should’ve seen her face when I stopped by her house on my way here. She was thrilled I fit in it.”
“You certainly do,” Cam murmured, eyeing her up and down.
“Have either of you hit the dance floor yet? I’m loving this music!”
“No, we just got here a few minutes ago.”
“Well, then what are we waiting for, guys?” She walked backwards and crooked a finger at them. “Let’s go boogie!”
Then she turned and disappeared on the dance floor.
Cam and him shared a look.