Why wasn’t her husband with her? He remembered the busty plastic-looking blonde being with Joe Tribberton, the man who had harassed Jules.
The moment he’d noticed that she was on board, he’d sent a text message to Brett and Aaron asking for an update on the guy and asking them to check in on Jules. He hadn’t heard back from either of them until halfway through the sunset trip.
Aaron promised Damion that he’d check in on Jules at the bar several times, but he had his hands full with a couple other issues that night.
He’d also sent a text to Jules but knew that she had probably locked her phone in the cabinet behind the bar after a string of thefts had targeted employees’ belongings last summer.
Damion counted the minutes until he could rush to watch over Jules and make sure that she was okay.
“Why don’t you and I go make some fun?” the woman, whose name he hadn’t even gotten, purred in his ear.
“Sorry, I’m seeing someone and I’m still working.” He cupped her wrists to remove her hands from his butt once more.
“Oh, boo. I’m married and that doesn’t stop us from having fun with others. While my husband runs around and chases skirts, I’m here…” Her voice dropped. “Chasing you. Is it true what they say about black men?” She started to reach around to the front of his shorts, but he stopped her by gripping her wrist tightly. “You know what they say, once you go black…”
“That’s enough,” he interrupted her firmly, tightening his grip on her wrists and pushing them away from his groin. “This game is over.”
“Boo.” She giggled.
Damion glanced around and realized that everyone had exited the boat without his help. Not only had the woman pissed him off and accosted him, making remarks that were racist, but she was blocking him from doing his job and getting the tips that most gave as they exited the docks.
He called out to the guests leaving the dock. “Thanks, I hope you enjoyed the trip.”
Several of them waved back at him but continued on and left him fending off the drunk woman.
Thankfully, Zoey stepped up from the cabin at that moment.
“Do you need help locking things up?” Zoey asked him, her eyes zoned in on the drunk woman.
“Yes,” he answered a little too enthusiastically.
“Mrs. Tribberton, Lisa, why don’t I walk you back to your cabin…” Zoey started, but the woman jerked her gaze towards Zoey.
“You can go,” Lisa said sharply. “Your help is no longer needed.” She waved her fingers at Zoey as if she could magically make her disappear.
Zoey visibly took a deep breath. “We’re here to do a job. Not to be accosted by guests. I think Damion has made it clear that he’s not interested.”
The woman dropped her hands to her side and turned towards Zoey.
He knew that Zoey could fend for herself. After all, she was the one who had fought off Ryan when the woman had come after Dylan with a gun five years ago. Still, after Zoey had confirmed to him earlier that she was indeed pregnant again, Damion felt the need to step between the women and fend off any attacks from Lisa.
“I think it’s best if you call it a night,” Damion said in a calm tone.
The woman’s eyes narrowed past him to Zoey. “I could have you fired for this,” she started, but Zoey laughed, causing the woman to jerk forward and swipe out at her. Her hands somehow managed to ball up in Zoey’s shirt.
Damion’s hands moved to the woman’s arms. He jerked them off Zoey and held the woman away from her.
“She’s pregnant,” he said in a harsh tone. “You won’t be laying a finger on her or anyone else in this camp,” he warned.
Lisa laughed. “Of course. After all, women like you are only good for breeding.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ll never be anything more.”
“I’m the owner of this camp,” Zoey said in a sharp tone. “When I say you’re done, you’re done. If you don’t return to your cabin now, I’ll be forced to ask you and your husband to leave River Camps.”
Lisa made another jerking motion towards Zoey, but he was there, holding her back.
“This isn’t over. I’ll see that you’re ruined,” Lisa growled.
“You can try.” Zoey laughed. “My friends and I built this place from the ground up, ourselves. I’m sick of people like you and your husband thinking you can strip away what someone has worked hard to build by raising your money-backed voices and screaming foul, when you’re the one accosting us, the hard-working people. You cry foul because you can’t have something you want and then cry that someone has damaged your frail ego. Enough is enough. It’s time you were taught a lesson. You can’t have everything you want. Now leave.”