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Dropping my voice to a whisper, I asked, "Remember how I told you about that Lucien guy? The one I kicked and ended up in shackles because of."

"Is that him?"

"No. That's his husband."

Vic raised an eyebrow as he set out two martini glasses. "Getting a little revenge?"

I shrugged. "Sort of. The guy digs me, that's for sure. But he may be the key to getting justice for Alex. I can't give you the details here, but I'll fill you in whenI can."

"Got it. Keep 'em heavy."

He finished pouring my drinks, and with a smile, I strolled back to the table and slid onto the man's lap without spilling a single drop. I took a sip from one, handing the other off.

"You know,I don't even know what to call you."

"My name is Beau."

I grinned. "Mmm, I like it. That's a sexy name for a sexy man."

"You don't have to pretend," Beau chuckled. "I know you're only here because you have an issue with my husband."

"That might be part of it. You're right, I don't like Lucien. But I like you. I think you're sexy."

He snorted. "You can't tell me that you're attracted to a fat old man like me."

"Stop. First of all..." I caressed his chubby jaw. "...I like older men. As if Trevor Hobbs isn't an indication. And I love a man with a belly. They are so nice to cuddle up with. So soft instead of hard." I leaned back and looked down at his crotch. "But they get hard in the right places, don't they?"

He hissed, pulling me closer. "You're only saying that because you're getting paid."

I gave him a scowl. "Do you not know who I am? I'm Starburst. The fucking star of the show. I don't have to flirt with anyone, honey. If I do, it's because I want to. Flirting with the undesirables is beneath me. That's the lower staff's job... and I don't need your money. I live a pretty comfortable life. I have everything I need. I even have a pet. So, if you don't want to party, that's on you, stud. I'll go find some entertainment elsewhere." I began to slide from his lap, but he grabbed my arm before I could get far.Got you."Change your mind, sweetie?"

"Sit back down. I want to have some fun. I'll order us a few more drinks."

Chapter 41

Beau continued to order us drinks all through the night. Vic was kind enough to keep my drinks pretty weak until he stopped adding alcohol altogether. By closing time, Beau could barely walk on his own.

"You spent a lot of time in that booth with one customer," Hobbs muttered. "You know who that is?"

I scoffed, "Yeah, the richest man in the joint."

"Lucien's husband."

"Alright. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have an agenda. Deep down, it gives me a little satisfaction. Maybe I can get him to buy a few private dances. And if I play my cards right, maybe he'll take me upstairs."

Trevor's eyes narrowed. "That's supposed to help me feel better?"

"Please. Like that fat old fuck holds a candle to you. Money's money, isn't it? Sinders are sinders. You get paid, and I get satisfaction every time Lucien shows me his ugly mug. Nothing's going to happen. I'm not allowed to talk about it anyway. I'll just have personal satisfaction."

"That's very petty."

Groaning, I glanced over at Vic, who was clearing the till. "How much did my table make in drinks?"

He shuffled through the receipts. "About three hundred some odd sinders."

I turned back to Hobbs. "See? And that was only a few hours. Imagine how much I could get if I spent more time with him."

Before Trevor could argue, Cherry wrapped an arm over my shoulders. "You should come hang out tonight."

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