hell out of Joel.
Jon smirked. 'I'm telling you, if Crimson Rose doesn't get a
Joel had heard enough about 'Crimson Rose' to know that she was the star attraction at Leather and Lace on the weekends. He also knew the man who ran the establishment, a comrade from their time in Iraq, and since it had been a while since he'd seen him, he wondered if he might be there tonight.
As soon as the door opened to the club, they were greeted by a loud blast of music and a big hulk of a bouncer. Jon, Ben, and Kevin filtered inside the joint, and Joel stopped to talk to the bouncer.
'Would Nick Santori happen to be here tonight?' Joel asked.
'Sure thing,' the guy replied with a nod. 'He's around here somewhere. I'll let him know you're looking for him.'
'Great, thanks.'
Joel followed his buddies toward the bar, drawing stares from other patrons, which wasn't an unusual reaction when the four of them were together. Being ex-marines, they all possessed that military demeanor and confident attitude, and as a group in a male-dominated club, it was four times the intimidation factor.
'Semper fi, man.'
Joel turned at the sound of the male voice, loud enough to be heard above the noise and music, and upon seeing his old friend, he extended his hand in greeting. 'Hey, Nick.'
The other man shook his hand in a firm grip. 'Been a long time, Joel.'
Joel nodded. 'I figured I'd come in and see why this was so much better than coming to work with me at ESS.'
As Nick acknowledged the other guys, Jon glanced toward the stage where a leggy redhead was stripped down to a rhinestone G-string and equally sparkly pasties. 'I think I'm catching the vision,' Jon said with a wolfish grin.
'What can I say?' Nick shrugged his wide shoulders. 'I've settled down, become respectable.' He grinned like the lucky man that he was. 'And the little woman didn't want me doing anything as risky as working security with you guys.'
Joel chuckled, but he could definitely understand the appeal of Nick's job.
His friend gestured to one of the hostesses and told her to get the four of them a good table. But just as the scantily clad woman started to lead them away, Nick stopped Joel one more time.
'Seriously, thanks for offering to let me in, but I'm pretty happy with what I'm doing.'
'Got it,' Joel said, though he wanted to make sure that the offer stood indefinitely. 'Still, if you ever change your mind…' Pulling a crisp, white business card from the inside of his leather jacket, he handed it to Nick.
'Elite Security Specialists,' he murmured, then glanced back at Joel and gave him a brief nod. 'I'll keep it in mind.'
Reaching out with his elbow bent and arm up, Joel grasped the other man's hand again in a brothers-of-the- field handshake, then went to join his group. He took the last vacant chair and ordered a bottle of Sam Adams from a cocktail waitress, who gave him a sultry once over, which did nothing to pique his interest or libido, despite her incredibly short shorts and tight white blouse that left little to the imagination.
Once she moved on to the next table, he slumped back in his seat, feeling oddly disconnected from everything around him. Or maybe it was more that he'd disconnected himself from everything but work, because the swank club not only catered to a customer's comfort and pleasure, but the women were centerfold gorgeous, and their barely there costumes should have gotten some kind of reaction out of him.
He watched a perky cheerleader strip off the seemingly innocent trappings of a schoolgirl, and sat through the performance of a cowgirl who knew how to straddle more than the brass pole in the middle of the stage. By the time a female cop ripped off her velcro uniform and pranced around in little more than her birthday suit, Joel was done with his beer, and done with the whole stripper gig. It just wasn't doing a thing for him.
'I'm outta here,' he said, and started to stand.
Jon grabbed his forearm and yanked him back down into his seat. 'You can't go anywhere until you've seen Crimson Rose perform, and she's up next. Trust me, this babe is hot, and well worth the wait.'
Joel rolled his eyes, but reclined in his chair once more, just to be a good sport. The show began, and out strolled a curvaceous woman wearing red and pink rose petals all over her body, and a red velvet, rhinestone mask that only left her red lips and jaw visible, giving her an air of mystery, unlike all the other strippers, who'd bared all.
Jon and Kevin watched the show avidly, and while Ben seemed to enjoy the show, he was much more subdued and indifferent than their friends, which Joel found curious.
Within a few minutes, the woman's costume was down to a few rose petals and some colorful body art and a trailing vine. The mask remained in place, and Joel had to admit that she was definitely exotic and gorgeous and had a body that made a man think of every carnal sin, but the truth of the matter was that the only woman who filled his nightly dreams and haunted him during the day was Lora. Everything about her, from her smile to her scent to the way she understood him like no other, was embedded in his brain-and, he feared, his heart.
He'd spent three weeks working an on-site security case, thinking that the time away would clear his head and give him the space he needed to put everything back into perspective again after his time with Lora. No such luck. He used to be a carefree bachelor who would have thoroughly enjoyed a boys' night out like this, but all he was now was a miserable, moody son of a bitch.
The performance ended, and so did Joel's patience. This time when he stood, nobody tried to stop him. 'I'm heading out,' he said, and tossed down enough money to cover his beer and a generous tip. 'I'll catch a cab back to my place, so you guys stay and enjoy the rest of the show.'
Jon and Kevin stared at him as if he'd lost his mind for walking out on a bunch of naked women, and when Joel glanced at Ben, the other man was sitting very quietly in his seat with a knowing look on his face. Out of the three of them, Ben had a way of reading him the best, and Joel turned and walked toward the exit before Ben could call him on his pensive mood.
He stepped outside and dragged a much-needed deep breath of cool air into his lungs. Just as he reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cell phone and make a call for a cab, the main doors opened again and Ben started toward where he was walking along the side of the club.
'Hey, wait up,' Ben said, picking up his pace to join him.
Joel stopped and groaned, seeing his moment of solitude, and his quick getaway, vanishing like the thin night air. 'Yeah, what's up?'
The parking lot lights illuminated the concern in Ben's eyes. 'I just want to make sure everything's okay. I don't think I've ever seen you walk out of a strip club before closing time,' he added with a grin.
Joel sighed heavily and rubbed at the tension gathering at the back of his neck. 'I'm fine. Just tired.'
Ben raised a brow, clearly not believing the excuse. 'It's Lora, isn't it?'
Just hearing her name aloud was enough to cause his stomach to clench, and he cut his gaze to Ben, unsure where this conversation was heading. And he certainly wasn't going to make any assumptions. 'What are you talking about?'
'Oh, come off it, Joel,' Ben said candidly, and braced his hands on his hips. 'You know damn well what I'm talking about. You've been sulking around since we wrapped everything up with Zach and you ended things with Lora.'
Joel glared at him. 'I don't sulk.'
'Yeah, whatever,' the other man said with a wave of his hand. 'The point is, you're being a stubborn ass about the whole thing.'
'What do you know about it?' he asked, annoyed as hell at Ben's accusation.
Ben braced his legs apart and crossed his arms over his chest. 'Remember that night you brought Lora to Nick's Sports Bar?'
There wasn't a moment that he'd spent with Lora that he'd forgotten, that night especially. 'Yeah, I remember.'
'It was so obvious that the two of you were attracted to one another, Are you telling me that nothing happened between you and Lora while you were protecting her?'
Joel stiffened, feeling way too transparent and not liking it one bit. 'That's none of your fucking business.'
