Any Day Now - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,55

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“We have the right to refuse service to anyone,” Nadine continued.

“I have a party in the back. I reserved the room. Money’s already been paid!” Rogan crowed. “I’m not leaving. She is.”

He pointed his finger at me accusingly, as if it was my fault that I was at work, doing my job.

Which was when Adam walked in the door.

He looked furious.

Walking up to me with more than half the members of the SWAT team at his back, he studied me, his eyes raking my body from head to toe.

Still, I didn’t say a word.

I did smile at him, though.

It probably looked as brittle as it felt because he stiffened even further.

The men at his back read their fellow team member well and started to spread out.

“Oh my God!” One of the strippers ran up, her boobs bouncing every which way as she hurried across the floor in her sky-high high heels.

I thought, for sure, that she was running up to Rogan.

He grinned, almost as if he’d expected it, too. But at the last moment she totally bypassed Rogan and ran right up to… Adam.

“You’re Mr. August!” the stripper cried. “Oh my God! I’m your biggest fan! Will you sign my breast? Oh, God. I’m so excited to meet you! You are my favorite month! Hey, will you take a picture of us?”

Then, as if in a dream, she handed her phone that she’d pulled out of… somewhere… to Rogan.

Only, the smile was gone off of his face and he was staring at the stripper as if she was holding a bomb out to him instead of her phone.

She shook it at him with emphasis. And I say with emphasis because the move caused her very fake boobs to jolt and sway with her movement.

“Please?” she pouted.

Rogan, in answer, slapped the phone out of her hand.

It went flying, skidded across the floor, and smashed against the nearest table before coming to a rest next to a chair.

That’s when the stripper gasped. “You did not just throw that. That was the iPhone 11 Pro Max in rose gold! I paid eleven hundred dollars for that!”

Then, before anybody could stop her, she walked right up to Rogan and slapped him across the face.

Things went poorly after that.

Rogan’s bodyguards, no longer distracted by a set of swinging breasts, moved. They all converged on the stripper at once.

Lynn’s bouncers moved as well as the SWAT team, intercepting what was inevitable.

Then, to make matters even more interesting, several of the other strippers started in, joining the fight.

And, like magic, the SWAT team backed away as if they just didn’t know what to do or where to start.

“I don’t…” Adam said, bringing my attention to him. “I don’t know where to grab them and help pull them off without getting inappropriate.”

“Just let it play out,” Sammy muttered. “Please, God. Just let it play out.”

I would’ve laughed, but I could still see Rogan’s bodyguard, the only one that’d stood back and watched it all happen, staring at me.

Hilton Barnes.

The creepy motherfucker with a stare that looked vacant.

I did not like him. Not one single bit.

“Oh, boy. Are you filming this?” someone from the end of the bar asked.

I looked over to find a man standing on the end of my bar with his phone in his hand, a smile a mile wide on his face, hooting and hollering right along with the screams and screeches of the strippers, and the bellows of Rogan and his bodyguards.

“Owww!” a stripper screamed.

That was when I saw her stomp down with her pointy heels, taking one of the bodyguards in the thigh with the lethal stiletto.

The screech that came out of the man was so high-pitched that I would’ve never known it’d come from a man if I hadn’t seen him scream with my own eyes.

Things just continued to deteriorate until Lynn finally came down from his office, looking pissed as hell that he was inconvenienced enough that he had to move from his comfortable chair.

“Ladies!” Lynn called out.

Not loud, but definitely loud enough that they heard him.

And, like always, the sound of Lynn’s voice had everyone in the room freezing.

The ladies pulled away as if their leader had spoken.

Which, in a way, he had.

Rogan, who was on the floor looking well used, sat up.

He had scratches on his face, his eyes were wide and surprised, and he had blood running out of his nose at a steady pace.

“I’d like to file sexual assault charges! That woman purposefully hit me in the