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Mark stood, wobbled a bit before he regained his balance. He lifted the shades from bloodshot eyes and licked his lips while he looked at her from head to toe. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Isaiah’s own perfect angel.”
Angela barely kept her smile on her face. “Can I get you something to drink?”
He stumbled over to her. “Of course. We want four bottles of your best champagne. We’re celebrating before heading off to training camp.”
Then alcohol probably shouldn’t be on his menu. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” She turned to leave but his hand ran down her back. Angela swung around and glared. “Don’t touch me.”
He chuckled and his friends followed suit. “Why? Because you’re Isaiah’s flavor of the month?” He leaned in close. “I know your type. How much for a taste. Let me see what’s so good it’s got Mr. Perfect all tied up in knots.”
“I’ll get your champagne and another waitress for you.” She turned away again.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and jerked her hard against his body. “Playing hard to get, huh?”
Angela stomach lurched with disgust. She stomped her heel into his foot. He squealed and his grip loosened. She spun and shoved him away with both hands. He was already wobbly on his feet and fell backward into the table with a loud crash. His friends look stunned before they all started laughing and pointing at him. He groaned, lifted his head, then rolled over and threw up on the floor.
The bodyguards and Bruno burst into the room. Bruno immediately moved to stand between Angela and the rest of the guys. “What the hell happened?”
“He grabbed me from behind. I got him off of me,” Angela said with no remorse.
“She attacked me,” Mark said from where he was bent over on the floor.
Z entered the VIP. “Then let’s pull the recording and see exactly what happened.”
Mark blanched. “Recording?”
Z nodded. “I record every VIP room for this very reason. I don’t like men manhandling my girls. If she attacked you, fine, she’ll be dealt with. But if you touched her and she defended herself, we’re pressing charges. Of course the video will be released as evidence.”
He looked as if he’d throw up again. “To hell with this. Let’s get out of here.”
“You will get the bill for cleanup,” Z said.
After they left, Z took her into his office and gave her a glass of water. Her hands shook as she brought it to her lips. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah. He only grabbed me.”
“Still, I don’t like it when you girls get touched without your consent. Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?”
“I don’t need to do that. It’s Saturday and busy.”
“I can handle the bar with Candy. You’re shaking, and from the way you and Vicki kept chatting, I can tell something is bothering you. I’d rather you deal with that than stay here and be a half-assed bartender.”
The words were gruff, but there was a smile on his hard face and concern in his dark eyes.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”
Angela smiled and walked over to kiss him on the forehead. “For a sleazy strip-club owner, you’re not half-bad.”
Z laughed. “Sleazy? I run the best strip club in the area. Don’t get it twisted. Now go get some rest. And call your boyfriend before word gets back to him about his teammate and he tries to kick his ass. I need the Gators to make it to the playoffs again, not fight each other and ruin the season.”
Angela waved him off and left. Her heart tightened with the idea that Isaiah may not care one way or the other. He’d been angry when she’d kicked him out earlier today. She was still mad he went behind her back and wanted her to quit bartending, but nights like tonight weren’t atypical. Every few months she had to fend off some overzealous customer. She was tired of fighting off men. The money was good, and Z was a great boss, but if she was going to give Cory a stable home, she didn’t want to keep working late nights. Quitting may be her best choice.
