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Ignoring Luke, I pulled up the video on my own phone, flipping it around, displaying the footage of a snake wrapped around a waving Sicilian flag. At first, it was out of focus, but soon adjusted. The men were swearing and complaining they werenot paid enough for this.
Ian snatched the phone from my grip, his gaze filled with rage. “Alejandro has the same tattoo on his hand.”
Ice Man took a few steps closer.
“Exactly!” I balled my fists, resting them on my hips. “So, I took his phone, lying and saying that GiGi would dry it off so you guys could extract whatever you wanted from it before he gets it back.”
“Where the fuck did you learn how to do this?” Luke shook his head with a sly smirk. “So damn impressed by you right now.”
I shrugged. “I know how you guys work now and I told Ian he’d find his spies tonight.”
“Distract the guy with a private dance,” Ian ordered, ignoring my cleverness. “I’ll have security guard the door. Luke and I are going to take the phone upstairs. We’ll be down soon.”
Nodding, I took a step toward the door.
“Amber?” Luke grabbed my arm.
I spun to face him.
“Be careful. I’ll make sure someone’s watching the cameras in there. Take him to room three.”
Bowing my head, I sped out of the bathroom, down the hall into the showroom. I scurried straight to the table with the men. “Hey, to make up for the accident, I’d like to offer you a private dance.”
“Cut the act, sweetheart.” He grinned evilly.
Bracing myself, I held my breath. Just as I was about to close my eyes, praying a brawny bouncer would come rescue me, the man winked.
“You don’t have to play professional with me.” He guffawed. “I would love a dance from you.”
Seductively, I wiggled my finger. As I guided him past the owner’s table, I peeked at Chance, who was watching attentively. The moment our eyes met, I averted my gaze, trying to keep suspicion away. He had an earpiece, so I was sure he was receiving updates.
The moment we entered room three, Kirsten entered on cue, offering him a drink. While he was placing his order, I glanced up at the camera, taking a deep breath. Private dances and lap dances were a part of my job description, but rarely was I ever intimidated by it.
This time, I was shaking, sweat beaded on my forehead. I was trapped in the enclosed space with someone who possibly worked for the man responsible for shooting Chance and almost killing Tyler.
“Kirsten,” I forced a fake shy laugh.
Spinning around, her breasts bounced, which was usually the little show she gave our VIPs when she entered and exited. “Yeah?”
“After you deliver his drink, could you please check on Mr. Sarc for me? He wanted a dance next. I know he wanted a drink.”
“Absolutely.” She offered a warm smile. “I’ll let him know you’ll be there soon.”
“Thank you so much.”
SARC: Stay Away Risky Customer
It was a code Luke had invented for reasons like this. He insisted we needed a language among the staff that would warn them.
The moment she left, I found myself relaxed a bit. I’d danced a thousand times. I’d seduced men and women for tips, always making them crave me, never giving them a part of me. I’d have to treat this no differently.
He parked himself in the middle cushion on the couch, squirming. Swallowing hard, I swayed my hips, moving toward him with a sense of phony shyness. Men loved when we playedvictimfor them. I slid the straps of my top down slowly, teasing him as I perched on his lap.
Without fully exposing my breasts, I waved them close to his face, tempting his appetite with what he could see through the fabric. He reached up, hovering his hands over my mounds, rolling his tongue across his lips. He wanted to touch them, but it was clear he knew the rules.
Kirsten waltzed in, delivering his drink before disappearing in a flash. He didn’t so much as glance her way, even though she was always topless or completely nude. Testing the water, he brushed his hand against the cloth separating his fingers from my nipples.
“Uh-uh.” I winked, smiling. “You can’t touch.”
