I hold up my hands warily. “I’m good. Thanks anyway.”
Trying to move around her, I scan the women scattered around the lush room, but I don’t see her anywhere. Maybe she’s in the back.
I start to head that way when two hands appear from nowhere and fist in my shirt.
“Where are you headed so fast, sexy?” A redhead this time.
I grind my teeth, frustration building. “Looking for someone. Excuse me.”
Prying her hands from my shirt, I cast her aside, only to be stopped two steps later by a brunette. This girl has the same hair as Sapphire, but her eyes are brown, and her face isn’t nearly as breathtaking.
An exasperated sigh rushes from my lips. “I don’t have time for this.”
“Aw, sugar,” she says, her voice so whiny it makes me flinch, “surely you can find time to let me make you feel good. And I promise, I can make you feel really good.”
I look around, suddenly feeling like a raw steak tossed into the middle of a pack of wolves. Fuck. They’re all looking at me like I’m the sexiest man alive.
To be fair, it’s probably true. I mean, I have the body of a God and a giant cock to match. But right now, all I care about is Sapphire.
“Look,” I say, glancing around at the strippers, trying to put on an easy grin that should have them willing to do whatever I ask. I figure I’m going to have to play their game to get what I want. “I’m looking for somebody.”
The brunette gives me a sultry smile. “Take your pick.”
I shake my head. “Not like that. There’s this girl.”
I glance around the room again to make sure I didn’t miss her. Not like I fucking could. If she were in here, I’d know.
Raking a hand through my hair, I turn back to the brunette. “Just tell me, where is the girl with the brown hair and big tits?”
She gives me a look like I’ve lost my mind, then steps back and runs a hand up and down her body, her giant tits nearly busting out of her costume. “Sounds like I’m exactly what you’re looking for.”
“No,” I grind out, “the other girl with brown hair and big tits.”
She lifts her eyebrows and looks around the room, pointing. I follow her finger as she indicates, like, twelve chicks that fit that description.
Okay, so maybe I’m not thinking straight. I mean, I’m in a fucking strip club. Big tits are part of the territory.
“Sapphire,” I say in frustration, finally finding some bit of sense in the chaos that is my mind. “Where is Sapphire?”
No one says anything for a minute, then a short girl—another brunette with big tits, naturally-approaches me, her eyes a little wide. A little star struck. Like she knows exactly who I am.
Well, that’s fine. As long as she can tell me where Sapphire is.
She stops in front of me, biting her lip nervously. “Derek?”
I nod impatiently. “Yes. Do you know where Sapphire is? Is she working tonight? Is she in the back?”
“I’m Misti.”
Great. Sorry, Misti, but I don’t give a flying fuck what your name is. I barely keep the words from spewing out.
Almost regretfully, she says, “Sapphire got fired last night.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I’m staggered. I literally feel like I’ve been knocked back by a blast. Fired? I know immediately it’s because of me. Somehow, they found out I had sex with Sapphire and they punished her for it.
Guilt swamps me. She said she loved her job. And now she’s lost it because of me. I can’t regret what we did, but I feel like shit that I caused this. My chest tightens with an unfamiliar feeling, like a heavy weight has settled on me.