Page 33 of Tequila & Lace
“He’s not a client,” Nina said curtly.
I took a sip of my drink. “What is he?” I already knew he wasn’t someone who paid for escorts, but I wanted to knowwhohe was.
“Look, Andi,” Leah begged, “just trust us. S&R is a good company to work for. Stick with them, okay? You don’t want to get mixed up with Martinez and his crew.”
I decided not to press her further on the subject tonight, but I was going to find out who this guy was. I’d do my own research in the FBI database if I had to.
“See anyone worth approaching?” Nina asked a few minutes later.
“How do I know?”
“Who’s giving out the most money?”
I scanned the room. This was an upscale strip club. There were no three dollar cheeseburgers with two dollar shots, and no creepy dudes sitting in the front row in plain white T-shirts that only stared at the dancers and didn’t give them any money. No, this place had decent looking guys giving a few dollars at a time.
I spotted a guy who kept looking over at our table. He was dressed in a suit, maybe in his early to mid-forties, and was sipping on a beer. If he was willing to give money to a dancer, then maybe he was willing to have a date with me—it was worth a shot.
“All right. I’m going in.”
I took a final sip of my drink, stood and made my way to where he was sitting and took the chair next to him. He turned and smiled.
“Hi.” I smiled back.
“Hi.”
“Which girl is your favorite?”
He scanned the room and then his gaze landed on mine. “You.”
I chuckled. “I’m not a dancer.”
“No, but I bet you look good topless.”
I held my tongue and kept flirting. “I don’t go around flashing them.”
“Is that right? What do I have to do see them?” He turned his chair a little toward me.
“First you can start by buying me a drink.” Before I could finish asking for one, a cocktail waitress placed it on the bar that wrapped around the mini stage. “Okay. I see how you work.”
“Now what?”
I thought quickly as I took a sip of my margarita. “Are you from here?”
“On business.”
“So you come here while your wife is at home with the kids.”
He smiled and took a pull of his beer. “Something like that.”
“Besides strip clubs, what else do you like to do in Vegas?”
“I like to try my luck at craps.”
I took another sip of my drink, trying to sip as much as I could so I could leave. “I’m new in town and have only been to the strip once and that was only for dinner and dancing. I haven’t been on the casino floor yet.”
“I’ll need to take you then.”
I reached inside my purse and grabbed my card then handed it to him. “I’d love that. Here’s my card.”
