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“What?”
“Do you dance on stage as well?”
“No. I just waitress.”
He tried to hide the relief on his face, but he must have done a piss poor job because she immediately bristled. “The women who dance here are good people, and if you’re going to look down on them, I -”
“I don’t,” he said. “I don’t look down on them, Jane. I just don’t like thinking that other men watch you dance or see your naked body, okay? I won’t apologize for that.”
She sighed as his gaze travelled over her uniform. “They don’t. I’ve never danced, just waitressed. I really can’t talk about this right now. My boss is here, and he’s not the most,” she paused, “reasonable guy. I’ll text you later, okay?”
“I’m not leaving you here alone.”
“Luke, I’ve been working here for a long time. Please trust me that I’ll be fine.”
He didn’t reply, and she chewed at her bottom lip before glancing at the bar again. “I need to go back to my table. I’ll try to make sure Pierre and Julien don’t see me.”
She slipped past him and walked back to her table. Trying not to notice the way the men stared at Jane’s ass, he returned to his table and sat woodenly next to Mark.
“You okay?” Mark said.
He nodded, then shook his head. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
Their whiskeys had arrived while he was talking to Jane, and he drank his in two big gulps, wincing at the burn. Julien leaned over and grinned at them. “What do you gentlemen think of getting some private dances?”
“No,” Luke and Mark said in unison.
Pierre rolled his eyes and finished his whiskey. “Americans do not know how to have a good time.”
“You two go ahead and get your private dances,” Mark said.
Julien shrugged before downing the rest of his whiskey. He stood and ambled toward the bar. He spoke to the bartender, who directed him to the dark-haired man leaning against the bar. They spoke briefly before Julien turned and waved at Pierre.
Pierre stood. “Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure. We head home tomorrow but will be in touch about our new partnership.”
Luke didn’t reply. His gaze had wandered to Jane. She stood with her back to them as she spoke to the men she was serving.
“That sounds good,” Mark said. “Enjoy your evening.”
“You as well,” Pierre said.
He joined Julien, and the two followed Jane’s boss past the stage to an unmarked door. They disappeared into a private room as a dancer stopped in front of their table. She leaned over, and Mark eyed her cleavage as she purred, “Care for a lap dance, handsome?”
“No thanks,” Mark said.
“How about you?” She turned to Luke, who shook his head. He was still staring at Jane, and the dancer made a low laugh.
“You don’t want her, sweetheart. Her tits are way too small, and she don’t dance nearly as well as I do.”
Luke glared at her, and she stepped back before glancing at the giant of a man standing near the stage.
“We’re not interested,” Mark said. “But thank you.”
“Whatever.” The woman shrugged and, hips swaying, walked away.
“Time to go, Luke.”
“No,” Luke said.
