G-Men: The Series by Andrea Smith Read Free Book Online

was eating it up. Garnet loved attention. It mattered little to her from where it came.
    Harry was getting impatient, as I’d yet to respond to his question, since my attention had been diverted to the bikers.
    “Well?”
    “Well what?”
    “I asked about you giving me a private dance, Diamond.”
    “Oh, yes. I mean no. I don’t offer that service.”
    I could tell this didn’t sit well with Harry. He frowned, as if he wasn’t going to accept my answer. His body language was loud and clear.
    “I’m almost sure that the last time I was in here, I was able to get a private dance from one of the girls,” he continued, eyeballing me still.
    “That may be so, Harry,” I replied, “I’m sure Garnet, Ruby, Jade, or Pearl would be happy to provide that for you. I, personally, don’t offer that service.”
    “Why’s that?”
    Relentless prick aren’t you?
    “I just don’t,” I replied, not bothering to mask my irritation at this point.
    “I’ll certainly compensate you generously, Diamond. Perhaps you’ll reconsider?”
    His tongue flicked over his lips again; his eyes were boring into mine. He was a determined son-of-a-bitch, I gave him that.
    “Look, Harry,” I said, smiling, “it’s been fun chatting with you, but I do have to get changed for my next number, so if you’ll excuse me, please.”
    His hand found my arm as I started to get up from the chair. He grasped it tightly, forcing me to gasp as I turned to face his angry eyes.
    Uh . . . got bouncers?
    I tried to tug my arm from his grasp. The son-of-a-bitch was stronger than he looked.
    “Listen,” he hissed, his voice having lost its softness…
    “No, you listen, old man. Take your fucking paws off of her and do it now. I believe the lady has declined your invitation.” The voice had a steely edge to it. It had come from behind me.
    I turned to see who had come up to the table. I gazed up into the intense blue eyes of one of the bikers. He was tall and muscular, and his thick, dark hair hit just below the collar of his leather jacket. His face was rugged, yet young. He was gorgeous.
    I felt Harry’s hand drop from my arm. I pulled it back to my side, instantly aware of those magnificent blue eyes on me, taking a long, leisurely look, as if he was checking for damage. I felt my face flush.
    “Are you alright?”
    I started to answer when Vince, one of the bouncers, came up to the table.
    “Is he causing a problem with you, Diamond?” he asked, nodding his head toward the biker.
    I quickly looked up into those smoldering blue eyes and saw his mouth twitch into a slow smile.
    God he’s smokin’ hot . . . God I sound like my daughter now.
    “Actually no, Vince. He was assisting me with a customer who didn’t understand that I don’t give private dances.”
    Vince looked over at Harry, immediately sensing a good paying customer.
    “So, are you clear on that now, sir?”
    Harry nodded, giving all of us a frown. Vince turned his attention back to the biker.
    “Look, dude, we don’t need you butting into our business here. That’s what I do. It’s my job to work with the customers and provide clarification, got it?”
    The biker didn’t bat an eye at Vince.
    “It looks to me like you were a little late on this one, Ace . Your customer there had his hands on the girl. Someone needed to step up to the plate here.”
    I could see that Vince was now totally pissed off at being taken to task by this biker. I needed to resolve the issue before it became a battle.
    “Hey, I appreciate your help, Mr.…. . .”
    “Slate,” he said, his eyes locking with mine, “just call me Slate.”
    “Thank you, Slate,” I said huskily, my heart skipping a beat.
    “Any time, Diamond,” he replied, giving me a sexy smile.
    He turned, going back to his group. I watched as he sauntered away, totally mesmerized by his powerful presence. That was the only way that I could describe it. There was a sense of power he exuded, and it was sexy, damn