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“Serving drinks?” Jerry asked in disbelief. “That all you’re serving?” He gawked at her chest. “Damn, girl. How much for a dance from you?” His friend chuckled.
Angela put her drinks on a tray with enough force to spill a few. Damn! Could tonight get worse? “I don’t dance. Do you want a drink? Candy and Diamond can help you.” She pointed to the other women. Though, from the red rims around his eyes and slight slur in his voice he probably didn’t need another drink.
Jerry rubbed his hands together. “Not even a dance for my friend’s birthday?”
“I don’t dance. Now order or move on.”
“Nah. I want to know why you act like you’re too good to go out with me, but you’re in here with all your goodies on display?”
Angela put a hand on her hip and glared at Jerry. Really? He had to be going back two years. She’d forgotten he’d even asked her out once upon a time. “It doesn’t matter where I work or what I put on display. I don’t have to go out with you.”
Jerry’s friend laughed again. Jerry’s hands balled into fists and he scowled. “You aren’t too good for me.” He pulled cash out of his pocket and threw a few bills at her. “How much before you take off that top?”
Isaiah was instantly next to Jerry. He towered over the smaller man, his face hard and eyes angry. “Leave her alone.”
Jerry didn’t even look to see who stood beside him, he just continued to leer at Angela. “Why? That’s what she’s here for. How much?”
Angela fought back the urge to glare at Isaiah. She didn’t need him to step in on her behalf. She could take care of herself. “I wouldn’t flash you for a million. Get out of my face, Jerry.”
“You slu—” Jerry leaned over the counter.
Isaiah grabbed Jerry’s shoulder and spun him around. Grabbing Jerry by the shirt, he hauled him up. “Call her a slut. I dare you.”
“Isaiah, stop! He’s drunk. I got this.” Angela rushed out from behind the bar. The wings on her back snagged on a few patrons in her rush to get between the two mismatched men.
Jerry raised his arms in defeat. “I didn’t mean any harm.”
Angela tried to pull Isaiah off him, but his hard arms wouldn’t budge. “Stop this.”
Isaiah ignored her. “Apologize.”
Cameras flashed while patrons watched. Damn! This was going from bad to worse. “Not necessary. Will you stop this?” She pulled on Isaiah’s arm again.
The people parted and Z was making his way over. Even with his shades, she could feel his stare. He hated altercations in his club.
“All right, I’m sorry,” Jerry squeaked.
A few other Gators members materialized at Isaiah’s side. His glare didn’t lessen. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I’m sorry, Angela. I didn’t mean any harm.”
Isaiah pushed him back. Jerry stumbled into his friend. Z approached and looked between the two. “Is there a problem here?”
Isaiah shook his head. “None at all.”
Jerry hurried away from the bar, though not before Angela caught one last sneer directed at her. Her body trembled with anger and embarrassment. She didn’t need a white knight coming in to save her. She’d handled men much worse than Jerry in her years working here. “Z, I need a break.”
His jaw clenched, but he nodded. “Five minutes. I’ve got the bar.”
He knew she’d take ten. Isaiah touched her arm. She pushed him off and then squeezed through the crowd to the back. If she spoke to him, she’d curse him out in front of everyone. She didn’t need him coming in to rescue her. She pushed through the double doors to the back hall, where the dressing rooms and Z’s office were located.
The doors opened and closed again right behind her. She didn’t have to guess who that was. She’d felt Isaiah’s presence behind her as she stalked away from the bar. “I didn’t need your help,” she snapped over her shoulder.
“You wanted me to let him talk to you like that?” was his disbelieving reply.
Angela spun to face him, then stumbled back. He was directly behind her and she almost bumped into his chest. Anger and worry flashed in his dark eyes. Tension radiated off the muscles of his body. She could feel his emotions almost like a touch. She sucked in a breath and the smell of his cologne mixed desire with her own anger.
