“I would’n—”
“Other men who’ve even attempted to do something with her have disappeared,” Christos said.
That should have surprised him, but it didn’t, considering that his uncle had been this way for so many years now. Nothing would stop him from getting Honey, and a man like him would be willing to push every obstacle out of his way to get to her.
Nikos looked at the stage again. Honey swayed over to the front of the stage, directly in front of him. Her eyes smiled seductively as she slowly bent over and shook her ass. Their eyes connected as she looked at him between her legs. It was a sight that would remain imprinted in his brain forever, an image like this he could never forget, even when he became old and senile.
Her eyes took him in for a second before she came back up and returned to the pole without giving him another glance. Nikos’s blue eyes flitted up from the stage to his uncle’s office, where he could see his uncle watching her every move.
Though Nikos could admit that Honey was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, she wasn’t worth the headache that would come in the form of his uncle. He heard Christos’s warning loud and clear, and he would take heed of that. It was too many beautiful women inside this club to risk his health on one woman alone.
“You don’t have to worry,” Nikos told Christos as he winked at Sweetie, one of the dancers there, who he had been flirting with. She was giving another man a performance, but when she saw him, she lit up and quickly came over to him, ignoring her customer, who looked offended.
“Nikos,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “You called me?”
Nikos pulled her down onto his lap and brought his lips to her ear. “I was wondering if I could get a private dance.”
“Anything for you, Nikos,” Sweetie said as she pulled him up to his feet.
“Good,” Christos said. “Good.”
Nikos followed Sweetie to a more private area, leaving the stage and Honey behind him.
C H A P T E R
8
WHEN HONEY RETURNED BACK TO THE DRESSING ROOM AFTER HER PERFORMANCE, she didn’t expect to come back to a catfight. Allison and Brittany swung their arms wildly, scratching and smacking each other until their hands made their way to each other’s hair. Honey wished she could say she was surprised, but she wasn’t. Fights broke out all the time here over the pettiest squabbles, and Honey did her best to stay out of it.
She had gotten into a fight or two herself, but when most of the girls realized that she didn’t swing wildly and threw her fists with the intention of making it really hurt, the girls knew to keep their snide remarks to a minimum with her, and generallyleft her alone, only dollying out the occasional smart remark and glare. After working at Uptown, these girls were nothing compared to the girls back there.
Honey maneuvered her way around the crowd that gathered around the two girls, half of them watching for entertainment and the other half trying to stop the fight but too scared of getting hit themselves.
James was nowhere in the room, so she assumed he must have been out front, probably handling an unruly customer. If he were back here, the fight would end in an instant, with each girl wrangled on one side of his arms. And Roland, the other bouncer there, was probably out on the floor.
“Come on, girls! Let’s stop this,” Amber said as she hovered over them, attempting to part them, but jumping back whenever a manicured nail flung her way. “Allie, remember you have to perform after this. You’re going to be all scratched up on stage.”
“Tell this stupid whore to get off of me then!” Allison yelled as she tried to yank her hair from Brittany’s grip, but the blond refused to let go, just as Allison refused to let go.
Honey sighed as she sat down at her dresser. She was tired after her performance, and her motto was to mind her business when it came down to matters that didn’t involve her at the club. She started to gently remove the jewels off her eyelids, ignoring all of the noises and thumps, and she was doing a good job of it until her vanity shook and her tweezers fell from her hand.
She whipped her head and glared at Brittany and Allison, who were both now near her vanity. She could have stabbed herself in the eye because of them. Slamming her hand against the table, Honey stood. She had enough of this.
“Be careful, Honey,” Amber called.
Honey hovered near the girls and when she saw both girls lift their hands up, poised to strike, Honey grabbed their arms. Allison and Brittany both craned their necks to look at her.
“Get off me,” Brittany said as she struggled to remove her arm, but Honey only held on tighter because if Brittany hit her, she would hit Brittany back, and it would defeat the entire point of her stopping this fight.
“Let go of each other’s hair,” Honey said to them both. When she saw neither of them would let go, she sighed. “I saw hair on the ground.”
Both girls immediately released each other simultaneously as they groped their own hair, looking at the ground for any sign of their hair. Honey had lied, though. Though, it was possible that their hair could be on the ground.
“What the hell are y’all fighting for?” Honey barked, annoyed. “Both of you still have to perform, and now y’all both look as red as fucking apples.”
Allison glared at Brittany as she looked at her skin, which was all scratched up. Brittany’s friends gathered around her, helping her fix her hair, while Amber and Rachel stood behind Allison.
“Hello? What the hell is going on with you two?” Honey asked. Now that she was involved in it, she genuinely wanted to know the reason she nearly got her eyeball plucked out. It had better be a good damn reason, or she would smack both of them.
