When Penelope walked into the club, it hadn’t taken long to locate Wes. All eyes seemed to be on the pair in the booth, which was fine by Penny. She enjoyed making entrances anyway.
The petite brunette walked up to the pair, hips swaying as she walked. As she came to stop in front of him, she placed hands on her hips, brows perking in amusement as her dark orbs caught his while he was scanning the club. “Are you certain you can handle me? You seem to already have your hands full,” she said, full lips twisting into a smirk. Penelope had worn the pink lace dress Hailey had suggested, a pair of matching heels, a smokey eye, and dark locks trailing down in their natural chunky curls down her back completed her look for the night.