“Gotta keep my energy up in order to keep these boys’ thirst quenched.” She toys with them, offering a wink and poppingher hip as she readies to leave, but one of the tall-boy cans on her tray topples to the floor.
“Oops,” she giggles, but it’s fake as fuck as she bends over to pick it up. The whole fucking table gets a perfect view of her heart-shaped ass in that dress, and my blood boils. I bend down to swipe the can off the floor and put it in her hand.
“Stand. The. Fuck. Up.” My voice is loud enough for only her to hear me. Her eyes lock with mine. She does what I order but slowly, so their view lasts longer. When I sit up and flick my eyes to Dagger, he’s eating it all right up.
“So clumsy,” she offers to the table, and they chuckle in agreement. She turns without dropping anything this time.
“Is there anything else I can get you,sir?”
“No,” I grit out, setting my jaw. She’s not doing anything the other girls wouldn’t do, but I don’t like it one bit. She doesn’t need to tease or flirt with these motherfuckers.
Dagger lifts his hand, like he’s itching to touch her, and his fingers twitch as he retracts them, laughing at the way she brushes me off. She’s taunting him.Fucking little br—
“They need you in VIP, honey.” Roz taps Mia on the shoulder. “Stacey will take care of you guys for the rest of the night.” She glances around the table then down at me with a knowing look, repeating the words I just gave her verbatim. “They’re getting kind of rowdy back there. They need a full-time server.”
I offer Mia a sinister grin and raise my glass to her as Roz pats me on the shoulder and follows Mia away from the table. Mia scoffs at me as she turns.
That’s right, Rhiannon, I’m the fucking boss.
I sip my whiskey, satisfied with knowing that she won’t return to this section until Dagger is gone, as per my orders.
“Now, where were we… How to keep the boys up north happy,” I say to Dagger, still basking in Mia’s scowl as I remind myself to give Roz a raise.
Chapter 14
Mia
All of those submissive smiles and giggles as I held back bile while Dagger leered at me. All that time playing obedient little server, while wearing a fucking dress that I wouldn’t usually be caught dead in. Even letting that pricktouchme,orderme around like he has some sort of say in what I do? Just to get sent away?!
Fuckingcontrolling cocksucker.
I will admit that Dagger gives off total psychopath vibes. But in this place, with all the people around, I could have handled him just fine. The longer I stood at their table, the more information I gathered about the places they’ve visited over the last few days and the roles they all play. I cataloged everything. But now, I’ve been banished to the VIP room, watching two douchebags fight their raging hard-ons as Cara dances for them.
“Fuck yeah,” one of them says, reaching up to grab Cara’s ass and squeezing it hard as she bends over in front of him, baring her perfectly waxed pussy to him.
She swats his hand away. “No touching, tiger,” she says as she continues her dance.
This guy is wasted. Like, can’t-even-keep-his-eyes-open wasted. He’s overweight and sweating as he waves a stack of cash at Cara. “How much for, uh…touching. You know, areallyprivate dance?”
“Bro, you’re getting married!” His buddy laughs, just as drunk.
I wait for Cara to tell him off, but instead, she climbs into his lap.
“Eight hundred for ten minutes. Anything goes.” I look up at her in shock.
“Fucking done!” he says.
Cara locks eyes with me as she stands, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder and moving toward me just as the other guy high-fives his friend who’s about to cheat on his fiancée. “It’s okay. We used to do it all the time,” she offers. “And something tells me it’ll only take five.” She snorts, looking back.
“I thought…”
“We have a code. We don’t tell,” she whispers, placing a finger over her lips. Cara looks over her shoulder and discreetly reaches into her high-heeled boot, pulling out a tiny clear vial filled with white powder. She keeps her back turned to the guys and taps a good-sized bump of coke onto the back of her hand, snorting it so subtly I wouldn’t have even noticed if I hadn’t been looking right at her. She holds it out to me, but I shake my head. She shrugs and pinches her nose for a beat then puts the vial back into her boot.
So, the idea that Aiden keeps his girls safe, that there’s no sex, is all bullshit? Why am I not fucking surprised?
“Okay, fuckers, get out!” The drunken groom-to-be startsunbuckling his pants, and his buddies laugh but obey, pulling out some ones and fives to take out to the stage.
“Ten minutes,” Cara says firmly, running her pinky finger over her upper teeth.