definite bad-boy vibe that made my blood hum.
“We’re here for you,” tall dark and handsome said in a deep voice.
Holy hotness. I’ll stay after hours for these guys. I licked my lips feeling my hormones wake for the first time in months. “If you want to step into a room—” I gestured to the open rooms down the hall “—I’ll be right there.”
Tall dark and handsome frowned. “You misunderstand. Havana, you need to come with us right now.”
The sound of my real name had me staring at the two men in shocked silence for half a second. “Do I know you?” Have I danced for them before? No. I'd definitely remember men this good-looking.
The clean-shaven blond, who looked like a GQ model, shook his head. He wore khakis and a blue polo shirt under his jacket, which matched the stunning hue of his eyes perfectly. “I’m Mason Wheeler and he’s Gabriel Perez.”
I looked over at the dark-haired man whose black clothing and golden complexion almost made me mistake him for one of the Calaveras. But there was no way I would’ve missed his eye patch and smoldering good looks among the gang members.
Why are they here for me? There was only one plausible explanation. “Are you guys cops?”
The two men exchanged a look.
Fucking A. And I didn’t think my night could get any worse. My stomach sank and my mind raced as I tried to think of a reason the cops would want to talk to me. “Is this about the Strip Club Killer?” My throat tightened as I remembered how close I’d come to joining his victims.
“No,” Gabriel said.
Okay. Then what? “Look, I pay my taxes.” Maybe I didn’t always report every tip, but enough.
Mason’s sinfully full lips quirked up. “This isn’t about your taxes.”
Damn, these were the sexiest cops I’d ever seen. I almost wanted them to arrest me. Maybe this is about the internet stuff? I folded my arms over my chest. “Last time I checked being a cam girl wasn’t illegal and—”
Gabriel cleared his throat interrupting me. “Enough. We’re running out of time.” He stepped forward and stared into my eyes. “Ms. James, come with us now.” His voice rang with a strange tone.
Rubbing my temple where my head suddenly ached, I said, “Don’t I have a right to an attorney and a phone call?”
Gabriel’s mouth fell open as if I’d shocked him.
“Mistress Robin,” the professor wheezed from the VIP room. “I think I need to see a doctor.”
Gabriel stepped by me, slid open the curtain, and cursed. “It’s one of the infected.”
I peered around his muscular shoulder and found the professor slumped on the floor with his shirt in his lap. There were even more dark veins running across his chest. “Can you get your shirt on, Dr. Sullivan?” I asked with a calmness I didn’t feel. “Max is calling you a cab. You can take it straight to the hospital. We can call an ambulance if you want…”
“No. A cab is fine. Thank you.” The professor slowly pulled on his shirt with shaking hands. In that moment, he looked old and frail.
Feeling sorry for the man, I reached into the top of my boot and pulled out his money. “You can have this back since we didn’t—”
“Move away from him,” Gabriel said, grabbing my arm. “He’s infected with the virus.”
“The virus?” I echoed. Is he talking about the canine flu?
“Keep the money,” the professor said with a wan smile. “It can be a holiday advance. I’ll come back and collect my…punishment when I’m feeling better.”
“Thank you,” I replied, not knowing what else to say.
Gabriel tugged my elbow. “Come on. This way.” He pulled me toward the main part of the club.
I caught a whiff of his scent—smoke and leather. The dark masculine smell made my insides tighten.
Mason fell into step beside us. “We’re parked out front.”
Sandwiched between the two hot men, my knees weakened. Maybe I can ask them to handcuff me? I quickly bitch slapped my libido. Get a grip, Vana. It figured the first men I’d be attracted to since my breakup with Nathan would be cops wanting to question me.
We’d almost passed the side stairs to the dressing room when I remembered my things. I stopped short, dragging Gabriel back a step. “I need to change.” No way was I going to walk into a police station in my dance outfit. Besides, I didn’t want to leave the rest of my money here where it could grow legs and walk out