In it was two dressers and a closet, all packed full of lingerie, shoes, flashy stage outfits, and other provocative clothing. “You wanna tell me what that was about?”
Rich’s eyes narrowed at her as she dabbed at her lipstick. xxx Rich glanced at Angel, but thought it wiser to leave her alone, and instead put the two women in their place. “Don’t talk to my girl, Trixie.”
So Rich did know them. He quickly found Angel, who was quickly leaving the bar, and heading towards the restrooms. She glanced around the corner, catching sight of Rich standing over Trixie, his hand pressed firmly on the back of her head as she squirmed, no doubt trying to break free from his groin to catch her breath. Trixie shifted, clearly uncomfortable. He stood abruptly, and in three strides, towered over the two women. What God would make a
