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"Well, come on, girlfriend, and step to the dark side with me!" She starts walking, pulling me behind her, both of us clumsy with our hilarity as we walk.
It takes us a second to fight through the bodies. I lead the way, pushing people out of the way and making sure Ember has a clear path. I know her new little addition is safe inside her, but I can't help but be protective of her even more than normal with this many hungry women around us. When the guys dance, the men who frequent Dirty looking for an easy lay scatter until they can pounce on the groundwork laid down by the Dirty boys.
"Would you move!" I yell at the tall redhead standing between me and the bar.
"Back off!"
"I hate the groupies when they think they'll actually catch the eye of anyone who works here. Don't you, Em?"
She giggles at my back, and even through the music, I can hear it clearly.
"What did you just say?"
"Uh, move?" I answer with a roll of my eyes.
"Listen here, Barbie. I've been waiting for one of those two to finish up so we could go play, and I'll move when one of them lets me know they're ready."
I toss my head back and laugh.
"Have they actually said they were going to take you off to some dark corner and give you something every other woman in here is thirsty for?"
"They don't have to say the words, not when they're dancing just for me."
I have to hold in my laughter now. Wow, she's a few screws loose. "Let me try this again. Have you ever seen any of them give any more than the dancing they just blessed your eyes with?"
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She loses a little of her cocky attitude, knowing that I'm on to her.
"That's not how they do."
"That's not how they do," I parrot. "Em," I call over my shoulder, my best friend wiggling under my arm and popping her head into the space between me and the redheaded Tarzan.
"What's up, sista from another mister?"
"Our new friend here says she's waiting for the two guys who just stopped dancing. Did you know they can let someone know they want some action just by thrusting their hips on top of a bar?"
"Why, no Nikki, I had no idea!" She gasps sarcastically, her eyes round with mirth.
"Gosh, we've been doing it all wrong." I press my hand to my forehead.
"Maybe you should just hike that shirt down and give it a try. I mean, if all we have to do is stand here and blink at them, maybe we can get some action too!"
Ember snorts and almost loses her control over the laughter fighting to break free.
"You don't have what they want," the nasty woman in front of me says with a nasty sneer.
"I don't?" I whine, looking down at the tight black dress I put on. The low cut in the front not extreme. Yet. I move my arms and pull the front down, the straps pulling against my shoulders. Reaching into the built-in bra, I tug my boobs and give my cleavage a little more va-va-voom. Then I run my fingers through my hair and tousle the strands. "Em, I'm not a troll, right?"
"Nooooo," she says with a long drag. "I mean, if our friend is so sure she's who they want, it shouldn't matter. Right, sweetheart?" She looks up at the woman and blinks.
Challenge down. I see the exact moment it's picked up and accepted too. A nasty expression crosses her face, and she steps to the side. I see a few people almost fall over when she bumps into them, my eyes only caring about the spot open right at the edge of the bar now. Just big enough for Ember and myself to fit. Shane and Nate are busy at each end of the bar. When we step up, Dent looks up and opens his mouth, presumably to take our orders, but just smirks.
"Ladies," he croons. "What can I get for you?"
"Two of Dirty's best," I answer with a wink. "Make them both sinfully delicious and a whole lot of naughty, would ya?"
He shakes his head, laughing at us, and quick to cotton on, he turns and rings some bell above his head.
"That's my bell," Ember says against my ear so that the woman drilling daggers with her glares doesn't hear her. I see Nate's head pop up and zoom in on us before a grin takes over and he stops what he's doing right away.
Halfway down the bar toward us, he yells out Shane's name. "Looks like I'm not the only one who needs a bat signal, motherfucker!" he bellows with a deep chuckle.
Shane frowns at him before following the finger pointing at us. When he sees both Ember and myself, his frown vanishes and that wolfish grin makes me thirsty ... for the promise I can see in his eyes even in the dim room.
"Dent, call Travis if you need backup. He's working VIP with Matt, but they're good with just one back there. We're taking a real fucking long break, if you catch my drift."
Dent mutters something under his breath but nods at his two bosses.
"Step back, ladies."
We do as Nate asks, and so does an arch of bodies around the bar. Then one after the other, they put their palm against the wood, and with a leap, they sail over the edge and land on their feet, right next to each other in front of us.
"Hi," I greet Shane, smiling up at the man who only has eyes for me. I forget about Ember and Nate the second my man's burning gaze is devouring me with intensity.
A smirk slips through that fierce study of his as he continues to silently appraise me, but I only see it for a second before he bends, shoulder gently digging into my belly as he stands and lifts me off my feet. One of his large hands covers the area between my legs where my dress would otherwise be flashing the room, and then he's off--his feet falling heavy and jarring me slightly.
I love it.
Before we get far, though, I press my hands against his butt and push to lift my gaze. When I see the same redhead who had been so sure these men would be hers, I give her a wink before grabbing a handful of Shane's firm ass and sticking my tongue out at her.
Childish, sure.
But I win.
Shane tosses me off his shoulder, and I land with a squeal on the soft leather couch in his office. I look around at the rich brown and cream tones of his office, having never been in here before, and smile at him.
"Surprise, pumpkin," I offer, winking at the man breathing hard in front of me. I can only guess what he's thinking. I know his reservations about me being able to handle his job, but if he doesn't see me being able to handle what he does when he takes the stage, he'll never believe I love it.
