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Swallowing, I take in her outfit. A black, leather crop top compliments her, showing just a bit of cleavage and revealing a trimmed, toned waistline. Her leather pants are tight, her hips protruding into a curve.
An hourglass figure.
Her eyes move over me before she holds her hand out, and I take it without thinking too much of it. “Justina Deveroux,” she introduces herself.
“Winter,” I stop short of giving her my last name, remembering I’m supposed to be here on business. I don’t know who this woman is or where her connections could lead back to, because I have no doubt she has them.
There’s something intimidating and in your face about her that I can’t quite pin down.
When she levels a look over my shoulder, presumably at Diamond, I realize what it is.
The thin line of her lip, the head held high, shoulders firmly back demeanor, this woman takes no bullshit.
“Diamond, we need to talk,” she says flatly.
I look over her again, frowning. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’s one of the dancers here at the club. But I know none of them would talk to Diamond like he’s on their payroll and not vice versa.
“Just, I don’t have time right now,” the familiarity in Diamond’s voice is clear and I tilt a look over my shoulder at him.
His body is tense but his eyes are soft.
Lovers?
“It’s important,” she keeps her voice low but loud enough to be heard. “I’ve got to… leave soon.”
“Can you come back in an hour?” he asks.
I look back at Justina as she jerks her head in a nod, a slight grimace on her face.
“You’re in some shit aren’t you?” Diamond asks.
A rueful smile crosses Justina’s face and she shrugs her shoulders. “Aren’t I always?”
“One hour,” Diamond says firmly before placing a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, Winter.”
I turn around following him but I can’t help aiming a look over my shoulder at Justina again.
She’s already gone.
I want to ask Diamond who she is, curiosity biting at me but I push it from my mind, knowing it’s not currently important.
It’s quieter in the back hallway, only soft chatter coming from one room moving through the air. When we pass by an open door, I peep in and see a bunch of women. Most are in the middle of getting dressed, while others sit at vanities, working on their hair and makeup.
I look away.
Diamond continues down the hall, pushing a door open. I peep in before I follow him inside, but there’s no one else inside of what must be his office. There’s a desk cluttered with papers, a leather office chair sitting behind it. A couch is pushed up against one of the walls, a glass table with cigarette butts on it in the middle of the room.
“Excuse the mess, one of the girls is supposed to be remodeling for me,” Diamond says, but I take note of the fact that he sounds distracted.
“It’s no problem,” I tell him, stepping inside and closing the door behind me.
Diamond moves over to the couch and I watch as he swaps his toothpick out for a cigarette.
That explains all of the butts.
He looks up at me, wrinkles appearing between his dark brows. “You going to sit or what?”
I give a sharp nod before limping over to the couch. Diamond watches me intensely the entire time, his eyes narrowed. “What the fuck happened to your leg?” he finally asks.
