Before we went in, I considered warning Delilah that she would be entering a different world, much different than what she’d seen on TV, but I decided against it, choosing to let her see for herself. I held the door open and watched as her eyes widened with surprise as she stepped inside. The spotlights were flashing, the music was blaring, and you could almost smell the scent of lust and fantasy that hung in the air. Delilah weaved through the slew of people like a pro, smiling as she noticed how hyped up they were to see the women dancing on the stage. There were five different stages in the new club, each one with its own lighting system and stream of beautiful women who could charm a twenty-dollar bill out of any man’s hand. Delilah took her time making her way through the crowd, and as soon as she spotted the guys sitting at one of the back tables, she turned to me and smiled. “You want to go over and sit with them?”
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
I took her by the hand and led her over to the table, and as soon as we approached, the brothers stood to welcome Delilah. A bashful smile crossed her face as she said, “Thanks guys. It good to see you too.”
“You want a drink?”
“Sure.”
“Whatcha want?”
Delilah sat down next to Axel and said, “A Long Island iced tea would be nice.”
“You got it.” I called over to Misty, one of the waitresses, and placed our order, then sat down next to Delilah. I glanced over at Viper and said, “Looks like another big night.”
“It is.” He leaned in as he whispered, “Product is moving well. Looks like Flint is a go.”
“Good to hear.”
He nodded, then turned his attention to Delilah. “How you been making it?”
“Much better, thanks to you guys.” Emotion filled her eyes as she said, “I never got a chance to thank you for coming to help me out with my father.”
“Glad to do it.”
“I also wanted to thank you for deciding to give Danny another chance. I wasn’t expecting you to let him go, but I’m really glad you did.”
“No need to thank me.” Being vague at best, Viper told her, “Danny earned his way out.”
“Well, I appreciate it just the same.”
Misty brought over our drinks, and after she placed Delilah’s cocktail on the table, she touched her shoulder and smiled, “I love your dress.”
“Thank you.” Delilah’s eyes skirted over Misty’s skimpy miniskirt and halter top as she replied, “I like yours too.”
“You’re really pretty.” Misty reached for a strand of Delilah’s hair, twirling it in her fingers as she purred, “I just love your hair.”
The guys were completely captivated by the scene that was unfolding before them, watching Misty as she flirted with Delilah. Slightly thrown by her advances, Delilah simply replied, “Thank you. That’s really sweet of you to say.”
“I’ll be available if you want a dance later.”
Delilah’s eyes widened in surprise. Not knowing how to answer, she turned to me, hoping for a rescue. I was enjoying watching her squirm, so I simply smiled, forcing her to fend for herself. Delilah finally glanced over at Misty and said, “Thanks, but I’m with Hawk.”
“That’s okay. He can join us.” Misty leaned forward, her breasts right in Delilah’s face as she whispered, “The more the merrier.”
“Come on, Delilah,” Rafe taunted. “You wouldn’t want to let the girl down, now would ya?”
Delilah cut her eyes over at Rafe as if looks could kill and answered, “Maybe later. I have a drink to finish.”
“Okay. I’ll be around. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
When she turned and walked away, the brothers started rolling in laughter.
Delilah shook her head and then reached for her drink and took a long sip. Rafe wasn’t about to let an opportunity to tease her pass him by, so he leaned over to her and said, “Misty’s got some real talent. You might learn something from her. I’m sure Hawk would appreciate it.”
They guys started rolling once again, and when I noticed that spark in Delilah’s eyes, I knew she was about fire back at him. She placed her drink on the table, then brushed her hair away from her face. “Just so you know, I have a few talents of my own. Misty would be lucky to learn them from me.”
“I’m sure she would,” Rafe snickered.
“And you’re an ass.”
“Sure am, but you can’t blame me. Girl on girl action is hot.”
“Um-hmm. Just remember”—a mischievous smile crossed Delilah’s face—“payback’s a bitch.”
“Bring it on, sister!” Rafe teased.
Delilah was just about to respond when Sydney, one of the club’s dancers came over to the table. She was tall and slender with a set of fake tits and platinum-blonde hair that draped down her back. Sydney was wearing a small sequined bikini, and it didn’t take long to figure out that she had her sights set on Delilah. “Hey there. You having a good time?”