raised her head and walked up to them, smiled and said hello.
“Good evening,
Miss,” High-top replied politely.
Eyebrows said
nothing so Crystal zoned him out.
“Is there an entry charge?” she inquired.
“Yes, there is,
Miss.”
“Okay, thank you,”
she replied politely, as she moved to walk past them and enter the club. She
had never been inside a strip club and her curiosity was getting the better of
her.
Eyebrows stepped
in front of her and blocked her path. “This place ain’t for you. Go back over
the road.”
Pissed off at his
order, Crystal looked him up and down and narrowed her eyes. “Well suppose I want to go into this place ?”
Eyebrows didn’t
reply. He just took his time looking her up and down. When his gaze finally met
hers, the sheer force of his golden eyes commanded her complete attention.
Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach and goosebumps danced along her arms
and back. He, on the other hand, was looking at her as though she hadn’t
spoken.
Ignoring him, she
turned her attention to, High-top, who stood silently observing their standoff.
“Mr. Hi… umm, may I go in?”
“I already told ya
no,” Eyebrows broke in.
“Well,
fortunately, I wasn’t speaking to you, so go on with your business of looking…
grim.”
High-top laughed.
Eyebrow’s expression didn’t change.
Just then the door
opened and two other bouncers barreled through with men in headlocks. Crystal
had never seen anything like it. In her fascination with what was taking place,
she didn’t realize she was standing directly in the path of four struggling
men.
Coming to her
senses as one of the men kicked out a leg, Crystal saw she was about to take a
direct hit, but could do nothing about it. She braced her body for a blow that
never came. A strong arm surrounded her waist and pulled her out of harm’s way.
It was Eyebrows. Crystal found she had to revise her earlier impression. He
might look skinny, but he was strong. And on closer inspection, as his scent
surrounded her, there was no denying it, he was really hot!
“Now will ya go
back where ya came from?”
“Crystal!” A voice
called.
Reluctantly, she
pulled her gaze away. Turning she saw Fern hurrying towards her, followed
closely by no other than Dizzy. Obviously, she’d been cramping her cousin’s
style for the last two hours.
By the time Fern
and Dizzy reached her, the scuffle was still going on. Swearing and grunts
spewed from the grappling men, all backlit by the sounds of police sirens
drawing ever closer.
“Get her out of
here, Dizzy!” Eyebrows demanded.
Crystal didn’t
object when Fern took her by the arm and pulled her away from the entrance of
the strip club. Once they were across the road, she look back and saw that even
more men had spilled out onto the street. By now, Eyebrows had joined the fray
and appeared to be giving a good account of himself.
Shane, his name
was Shane Tierney. She had noticed his badge as her cousin led her away. And
for some unknown reason she was worried about him.
~~~
Shane – Age
Twenty-Three
After the incident
outside the club, Shane couldn’t shake Crystal’s image from his mind. Unable to
help himself, he went to High-Low and asked Dizzy if he would introduce them
properly. Shane and Dizzy weren’t exactly friends. They only knew each other
from the security work Shane sometimes did for him and Curves when he needed
extra money. At first, Dizzy had been reluctant but Shane had finally managed
to talk him around.
Knowing when
Crystal would next be at the club, he arrived early and took up a sentinel
position at the bar. When Crystal finally turned up, he spotted her right away
and the sight of her standing by the door twisted something inside him.
It was the same
feeling he’d experienced at his first glimpse of her. It was almost as though
his subconscious recognized her. Yet, at the same time, an insistent voice
infiltrated his mind, repeating that she wasn’t for him. That voice