“What do you think we should do?” Vida asked before he could become too angry, wanting him to focus on how to keep Sawyer safe. King rose from the chair, going to the window and staring out for several minutes before turning back to them.
“I’m afraid they’re right. The only way to stop Digger is to let the FBI have him.” King put his hands in his pockets and stared at Vida. “Looks like Trouble will be taking the stage one last time.”
Vida looked unhappily back at King. She had known all along it was the best course of action to take, but it wasn’t going to make it any easier going on that stage to perform.
“Do you think Briggs will slip up?” Vida asked.
“I don’t know. He’s pretty loyal to Digger,” Colton told her.
“Let’s see if we can’t help that along then. He likes to drink while he watches you on the stage. I’ll make sure his glass doesn’t stay empty, so that, by the time he gets his lap dance, he might not be in a clear-headed frame of mind.” King plotted Briggs’s downfall.
“That might help. You could also get a couple of the shot girls to pay him some extra attention, have him worked up.” King’s mouth twitched into a grin at Colton’s suggestion.
“How are you going to keep him under control when you want to get away? The worst thing you could do is let him know he slipped up, and realizing it when one of the men have to pull him off you,” King asked Vida.
“Let me handle that. I have an idea that might work,” Colton answered for her.
“I’ll leave that in your hands then. Good luck, Vida.” King walked towards the door. “I need to get back to the club; I have to find someone to debug it tomorrow. When I find out who placed them in the first place, they are going to be fucked up,” he stated ruthlessly.
“King, they couldn’t find anything to get you for, could they?” Vida would feel terrible if King ended up in prison when he had offered to help. Vida didn’t know how many of his activities were illegal, yet she was sure that he didn’t always stay within the limits of the law.
“Don’t worry about it, Vida. They have bigger fish to fry besides me.” Vida wasn’t so sure, however she had to let it go. King wasn’t about to discuss his business with her, now or ever. Vida didn’t know if anyone knew the complexities of King’s business other than the man himself.
Colton locked the door behind King, glancing at his watch. “You need to start getting ready.”
“All right.” She gathered her clothes, trying not to be upset that King had looked more upset about her having to strip again than Colton had. He had claimed to care about her, yet he didn’t seem the least perturbed about how she would be giving a private lap dance later that night.
Vida showered, making sure she shaved and moisturized her skin with the expensive smelling lotion that Sherri had told her drove the men crazy. Vida thought it was a little heady, but Sherri said that men found it sensual. Her boyfriend always provided her insights into a male’s point-of-view and she had passed on the information to Vida.
Blowing out her hair until it lay straight and silky against her back, Vida dressed in a thick pair of sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt as the night would be cool on the back of Colton’s bike. Deciding to wear the red outfit for the last time, she packed her bag and left the bathroom.
The living room and kitchen were empty. Fixing herself some soup, she heard Colton go into the shower. Pouring the hot soup into bowls and making a couple of fresh salads she sat down just as Colton came into the room, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Vida spooned some of her soup into her suddenly dry mouth. It wasn’t fair that he was so sexy without the least effort. He had grown a small goatee and it only made him appear more like a bad boy biker, especially since the t-shirt was short sleeved and showed off his tats.
He sat down at the table and began eating, seeming as preoccupied as she did. Vida couldn’t help wondering if he was regretting his divorce now that it was final. Not liking the feeling in her stomach when she discovered that she cared that he might regret his decision.
“Feeling nervous?” Vida smoothed out her expression at Colton’s question.
“Not really. It’s not like it’s my first time.” Vida blushed when she realized her choice of words.
Colton tried to smother his laughter. “Was it bad?”
Vida shuddered, remembering. “It was a joke. I’m surprised the men didn’t ask for their cover charge back.”
“It couldn’t have been that bad.”
“It took my dance, and two other women’s turns on the stage to just get my top off. It was a nightmare. When it was over, I cried for two hours straight. You don’t even want to know about my first lap dance. King did have to refund the man his money for that one.”