Page 3 of Dark Wolf Soul
“Tall, dark, and Big Dick Energy ordered it,” she says.
I scan the tables, trying to figure out who she means. “Where?”
“VIP room,” she says, and I tense.
“Not my area,” I say, attempting to shove the drink back at her.
“You sure about that?” She arches a brow. “According to Violet, he asked for this drink and for you to deliver it.”
“Me?”
“You’re the only Lexi here.”
Now, my guard is all the way up. Why bother asking for a waitress when they can have a dancer whose job it is to do a hell of a lot more than deliver a drink?
I consider refusing, but the drink taunts me. The tip I’ll get on the other side of delivering it taunts me too.
Twenty-four hours.
A thousand dollars.
I have to stay focused.
“Whatever,” I mutter, mostly to myself, and take the drink.
Weaving my way through tables, I make it to the VIP room with only two ass grabs for my trouble. Still, I’m grumpy and wary by the time I enter the VIP area.
The light is dimmer here with red bulbs tinting the black leather sofas, each sitting area separated by thin partitions. It’s supposed to be sexy, but the smell of skin, sweat, and alcohol kind of ruins it for me. I guess if you’re drunk enough, you don’t notice.
The first seating area is occupied by a guy who looks barely old enough to get through the front door. Nevaeh grinds against him, her bare ass backed up to his chest. His hands are in places I know he’s paying extra for, and I hurry past them before I have to make eye contact with anyone.
The second seating area is empty. The third couch has clothing strewn over it and an empty drink on the side table but no one in sight. I glance at the secret door that leads to a back room meant for more private encounters.
I keep walking into the fourth area. Empty. One more to go.
Violet exits the last section, and I tense. Her face lights up when she sees me. She’s covered in nothing but bright purple glitter that I’m sure will take a heavy-handed scrub to wash off, and she’s smiling in a way that has me suddenly wishing I’d refused this delivery.
“Someone’s asking for you,” she says as if it’s my lucky day.
“Who is it?” I ask.
She shrugs. “No idea. He sat alone in the front of the house for an hour then moved back here fifteen minutes ago. He ordered that,” she says, gesturing to the drink in my hand, “and you.”
“What do you mean ordered me?”
She winks. “Take him the drink, and find out.”
She starts to leave, but I stop her. “Vi, what do you meanordered?”
She sighs. “He wants a private dance. But only from you.”
“No way. I’m out of here.” I shove the drink at her, but she doesn’t take it.
“He offered a thousand dollars. Cash,” she adds.
“That’s between him and Shady—”
“He already paid the club for the spot. The thousand is your tip.”
