While she was trying to think of something scathing to say, he opened her purse and peered inside.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she snatched it from him.
“Phone, condoms, and a gun. My kind of girl.”
“I’m not leaving my brand-new car out here! It’s going to get stolen or vandalized.”
He slid his arm over her shoulders. “Don’t worry about it.”
She shoved at him and got nowhere. “Don’t tell me not to worry. I paid three hundred thousand for it!”
“It’ll be fine.”
“You’re insane. Fine. Tell Gavin my secrets. I don’t give a shit. I’m not going in there. I just bought these shoes, which will be covered in piss and jizz and God knows what else if I walk in there!” She pawed through her purse for her phone. “Here, call him. See if I care. You can suck my—”
Angel grabbed her phone, tossed it on the seat, and slammed the door.
“What’s your deal?” she shouted and stomped her foot. “You want to get off at a nude bar? Be my guest. Me? I got better things to do like watch my hair grow! I danced at the Red Diamond, but this isn’t my fucking scene. And if you think I’m the type of woman who will let you—”
Angel leaned down and hauled her over one shoulder. She screeched and slammed her purse against his ass.
“I’m going to kill you!”
He set her down in front of the door and pinned her against it. She raised furious eyes to his and froze. The easygoing façade was gone. His body was tense and revved up against hers. Her heart leaped into her throat. He wouldn’t—
“Why did you dance at the Red Diamond?” he asked.
She blinked. “What?”
“Why’d you do it?”
“I don’t understand—”
“Just answer.”
“Because I wanted to!” she snapped. She was scared, excited, and confused as shit.
“You like the stage, the attention, the power. That’s why you did it, right? You like the adrenaline rush.”
She stared at him. “Are you gonna sell me or something? I’m not a whore.”
His mouth quirked. “No, you’re not. This would be easier if you were.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
His eyes hardened. “I’m gonna give you the high you’re looking for.”
Her heart skipped. “What? I don’t—”
He leaned in so close their lips brushed as he said, “Keep close.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
12
Angel claspedher hand and pulled her inside. She blinked hastily to adjust her eyes to the darkness. The only light came from the stage where two nude women danced not to music but a monotonous, relentless bass. The club was cluttered with empty tables and chairs. She glanced at the unmanned bar and then grimaced at the booth Angel stopped in front of.