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“What the fuck are you going to do?”
“I promise you one thing. Youwillfind your spies tonight. It’ll be a night to remember. Please tell my fiancé to brace himself. I’ll be playing dirty games this evening with some dangerous men.”
* * *
Throughout my shift, I worked both VIP and the floor. As I delivered drinks to a table near the stage, one of the waitresses, Trina, approached me, tapping me on the shoulder. I whirled around, a smile plastered on my face.
“Are you okay tonight? You’re all over the place.”
Nodding, I spun the tray in a circle before handing it to her. “Just trying to be a good boss.” I winked before speeding away.
As I neared VIP with a round of drinks, I passed by the owner’s booth, not giving any of them a second glance. I hoped Chance was okay with it all, knowing my extra flirty behavior was necessary. Being bait was exhausting. But I was tired of assholes hurting the friends who’d become family. I was done. I was ready. And I was going to draw them out.
Arranging the drinks at the table next to theirs, I noticed a familiar tattoo on the hand of one of the men. He was a bigger guy with black hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He was definitely in charge of the others at the table. The way he carried himself gave the aura of authority.
As the dancers were switching poles, I stuck out my foot subtly, tripping GiGi. Thankfully, she fell into me as planned, forcing my body forward onto the table, spilling drinks. The liquid plummeted over, creating a big puddle on the table and wetting my breasts.
“Hey!” The men shouted over the music.
They threw themselves against the high back of the booth. The largest reached for his phone, but I grabbed it before he could, wrapping it in a towel, handing it to GiGi, who was behind me apologizing profusely.
“What the hell, bitch?!” another man shouted. “Give us a fucking towel!”
“Hand this to Luke now and go to the staff bathroom, I murmured in her ear.” I glanced over her shoulder to see Luke on the edge of their bench, glaring in my direction. “I’ll be right there.”
Sliding my own phone out of my soaked top, I activated the camera, hiding it under the towel I’d grabbed off the center tray. I circled a second towel around the liquid, mopping up the puddle, distracting the men from the fact I was filming the tattoo under the other cloth. I pressed my breasts together, the thin, white top giving them a show while I cleaned the mess. My erect nipples summoned the attention of all but one.
“Where the fuck is my phone?!” The prominent man patted his jacket. “Who the fuck took my—”
“Oh!” I giggled, pretending as if I were blotting my chest, though I was placing my own phone back in my shirt. “I had my coworker dry it off for you. Let me go grab it.”
“Tell me why the fuck we’re bothering with this shit again!” one of them complained. “But did you see her nice fucking tits, man?”
Hurrying away, I made brief eye contact with Luke, who appeared mortified. I jerked my head subtly toward the side door. Speeding out of the showroom, I sprinted to the bathroom.
“Amber!” Luke spat, just as I disappeared into the Ladies’ room. GiGi was leaning on the sink, terror on her face. I reached out, hugging her.
“Amber, I’m so sorry I made you spill those drin—”
“It was my fault. Don’t worry about that right now.” I kept my hands on her shoulders. “Donotgo back to VIP right now. Those men will ask—”
The door swung open, hitting the wall. GiGi and I snapped our gazes over. Luke marched in, followed by Ian and Ice Man.
“What the fuck is going on, Amber?” Luke spat.
“Get back to work, but not in VIP.” Ian ordered GiGi, gritting his teeth.
GiGi’s eyes filled with fear, and she sped out of the bathroom, as fast as her tall heels would support her tiny frame. The moment the door closed, Ice Man locked us in, then leaned back on it. Luke cocked his head, holding up the sticky phone between his fingers. Ian glared in silence, awaiting an explanation.
“Okay, so there’s a man at the table next to yours with a tattoo.”
Ian was fuming. “I care more about what the hell’s up with the soggy phone GiGi dropped in Luke’s lap?”
“Well, there’s a big guy at the table and I thought the tat on his hand looked familiar.” I slid my phone from my top. “When I was serving their drinks, it occurred to me where I’d seen it before. So, I tripped GiGi. Sorry about that, by the way.” I sighed. “I was hoping she would fall into me enough so that I could spill the drinks and get a better look.”
“Amber, Jesus.” Ian ran his palm over his mouth, then crossed his arms in severe disapproval.
“That does us no good,” Luke bit, “and, now we have a customer’s fucking whiskey-soaked phone.”
