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“I’m sure you won’t have an issue with that,” he deadpans, making me smile.
When we get backstage, Danny smiles but doesn’t say anything as we wait.
“Don’t exit off the back of the stage once you’re done. I’ll meet you off to the right of the stage, and we can head back to the dressing room,” Happy says softly.
“Why?”
Exiting off the side of the stage isn’t abnormal in general, but it’s not typically something I do.
“Venus comes on after you.”
That explains it. We don’t have time tonight for her bullshit.
I nod and step forward after the last dancer exits. Taking my mark, I wait for the music to start. Once it does, I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
I feel cheesy as hell dancing to this one, but it was one of the only ones I could come up with on short notice.
“Pour Some Sugar on Me” by Def Leppard starts bounding through the sound system.
Suckers. I can’t help but think as some guys whistle as I dance.
By the time I’m done, I’m breathing hard. Instead of getting up off the dance floor, I sit on my butt and slide my legs out in front of me before hopping off the front of the stage. Happy wanted me to exit off the side, but I could see Venus already on the stage waiting. I refuse to cause a scene tonight. I smile at the table of men in front of me, but I don’t linger. Turning, I go to meet Happy.
“Hey, beautiful, why don’t you stick around?” someone says.
I ignore them and take a step forward, but before I can take another one, someone reaches out and grabs my arm.
“Hey, I was talking to you, hot lips. Now how about you give me a lap dance?”
Saliva pools in my mouth as my stomach rolls.
Shit.
Why didn’t I listen to Happy and get off on the side of the stage? Venus is the lesser of two evils here.
Goddammit, this is why I like exiting out the back.
“Sorry, I don’t do those.” I pull my arm out of his hold.
His eyes narrow. “How about just this once? It’s my bachelor party.”
Of course it is.
“I’ll send one of the other girls over.” I smile weakly.
I can hear Venus’s music startup, and I know she is dancing behind me. I hope she captures this man’s attention.
He smiles creepily at me.
Disgust mingles with my fear.
“Come on.” He reaches for me again, but before he can touch me, someone steps between us. Looking up, I expect to see Happy, but I’m surprised to see Fang.
Fury rolls off of him in waves.
“Are you okay?” Fang asks without looking away from the bachelor.
“I’m fine,” I tell him quietly.
