Page 10 of Spike's Perdition
I shake my head. “There’s no music.”
“There will b?—”
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Apple Caldwell,” a man on the stage announces.
“Omigod!” we all shout in unison.
“No way, it can’t be,” Riley denies.
“I can’t believe Apple is here!” Tia exclaims.
I tug Megan’s hand. “Did you know Apple would be here?”
Megan’s mouth hangs open. “I had no idea.”
Apple saunters up to the microphone, and the crowd goes wild as music fills the air.
“How about that dance?” Zach asks.
“Go on,” Megan encourages.
Tia nods. “Show him how it’s done, Ivory.”
I push back from the table and hop off the stool. “Why not?”
Zach leads me to the makeshift dance floor while Apple sings. He definitely has some moves as he pulls me close. Not to be outdone, I dip down as low as I can without flashing anyone the goods and slowly move up his body, shaking my ass as the bass flows through me.
“Shake that ass!” Eric yells.
“Fuck me,” Zach moans as he grabs my hips and pulls me close. “Want to get out of here?”
I pat his chest. “Not tonight, Casanova, but thanks for the dance.”
“Really?”
“Really,” I state with finality. “I’m here with my besties celebrating the end of another successful week. This was fun though.”
“Come on, how ca?—”
“Zach!”
Zach’s head snaps up when another man pushes his way through the throng of people. “What’s up, Mark?”
Mark stares at Zach with his hands on his hips. “We’re here as security for Apple, not to get your dick wet.”
“Whoa,” I say. “No one is getting their dick wet. Zach wanted a dance, and he got it. Now I’m gonna go and rejoin my friends.”
“Sure, babe, whatever.” Mark rolls his eyes. “Every woman in here wants to land a biker.”
“Not this babe,” I snap and spin on my heel to head back to my table. A hand reaches out and grabs my elbow, spinning me around. “You want to keep that hand, I suggest you let go of me.”
“Let her go, Mark,” Zach spits out. “It’s my fault. I didn’t think one dance would hurt anything.”
A beautiful tattooed woman steps between us. “Is there a problem here?”
Zach bows his head. “No, Skye, we’re good.”
Skye narrows her eyes. “Then why are you manhandling my customers? Who, by the way, wasn’t doing anything wrong by dancing with a prospect… like yourself, Mark.”
