The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(43)

“You sure you’re all right?” I ask, stopping a few feet from her station.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responds, standing up. She has on a white thong and lacy top. It’s sexy. I didn’t notice it before from all the commotion.

“What happened?” Diamond asks, walking up to us.

“He rescued me from some scumbag trying to pull me off the stage,” the blonde informs, rolling her eyes.

“You saved Sugar?” Diamond asks, her eyes raised in praise. “I mean I saw some commotion from my stage, but I didn’t know it was that bad.”

I shrug. “I guess I saved Sugar,” I laugh nervously, running my hand along my neck.

“I think Bobby deserves a treat,” Diamond suggests scandalously as her hand slides up my chest.

“Ooh, that is a great idea,” Sugar agrees, her voice like silk as she walks behind me, running her hand over my shoulder.

The thought of two strippers f*cking me is appealing, but regardless of what Jessica thinks, I am not about to give up on her. Sleeping with these two girls would make feel like I’m cheating, and my mother raised me better than that.

“I can’t ladies. I’m on the clock,” I laugh, my heart thudding against my chest in complete panic that I am turning down a threesome.

“Aww, baby,” Diamond purrs.

“Darn, that would have been fun,” Sugar adds, walking away.

“My shift is over. Wanna take me to get something to eat?” Diamond suggests.

I look down and see her honey-colored eyes peering up at me. I feel like shit ignoring her calls the last few days.

“Yeah, I can do that. Where you wanna eat?” I ask, running my hand over my chin, my eyes having a hard time not darting to the naked redhead walking by.

“Mexican, anywhere Mexican,” she informs. “I know just the place,” she continues, pointing at me as she walks to her mirror.

I smirk and nod.

Jessica

I sit across from Shane, a bowl of chips separating us and some Spanish music playing in the background. Luckily, no photographers have shown up yet.

“You look different,” Shane remarks, popping a chip into his mouth and crunching down on it loudly.

“I do?” I question, grabbing a chip from the bowl as well.

“Yeah, less stressed. You been working less?” he asks, chomping on another chip and staring at me.

“No, about the same,” I respond, taking a bite.

Shane nods, and looks off.

I pull my phone out and check it, making sure I haven’t missed any calls over the music. I am on call tonight, so I have to be alert.

“You seeing anyone?” Shane continues, his eyes staring at me intently.

I open my mouth to answer, but shut it quickly not sure how to answer that. I am not with anyone, but with this deal Bobby and I have, I am not really available either. Then again, I don’t want a relationship either, so maybe telling Shane I am with someone will have him back off a little bit.

My skin rises with a sudden chill, and the room takes on a sudden charge causing goose bumps to race up my arms. I look around the restaurant curious what has my body reacting the way it does and spot Bobby. He has his blond hair blown everywhere from riding on his bike, a snug gray shirt on, and that cut of his on top.

As his eyes survey the tables, they catch mine. My heart stammers in panic, the air zapped from my lungs. Why is he here? I quickly look away and see Shane, bobbing his head to the music, my eyes widening in awareness. Is he going to beat up Shane?

I release a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding, and risk a glimpse at Bobby. I see a short woman step up next to him, her arm hooked around his waist intimately. She is wearing a short black dress and the tallest black heels I have seen on a woman. She’s not afraid to show some skin that’s for sure.

Shane turns in his seat, looking at what has me in a trance and spots Bobby.

“You know them?” he asks, popping another chip into his mouth.

“Eh, I know him,” I nervously remark. Wondering if I should tell Shane to run for his life. Bobby and I have dated other people along the years we have been seeing each other, but we have never seen one another on a date the entire time.

Bobby and the girl walk our way, his blue eyes piercing me as he approaches. As my body temperature rises, I think of all the things that could go wrong in the next thirty seconds.

“Jessica, what are you doing here?” Bobby’s tone unsettles me as he looks between Shane and me.

“Shane, this is Bobby. Bobby, this is Shane,” I introduce, gesturing my hand between both men, and ignoring his question.

“Shane,” Shane greets, holding his hand out. Bobby eyes it, before finally clasping it in a handshake.

“Bobby,” he responds gravely.

“Hi, I’m Diamond,” the dark-skinned girl adds, stepping up to shake my hand. I reach out and shake her hand. She is beautiful, stunning actually. I notice body glitter glisten off her chest from the light above our table, and her perfume wafts toward me as she shakes my hand. She eyes me with disgust, as if I just crawled out from under the table. I give her a death glare right back. Wouldn’t be the first time one of Bobby’s tarts gave me that look. When I do attend a club party, girls could throw knives from their eyes the way they look at me.

A waiter comes up and scoots a table right next to mine and Shane’s, catching our attention. Apparently, the hostess thinks we are all here together. Shit!