Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
Davis
I probably should have followed my instinct last night, hauled Noelle over my shoulder and carried her ass out of that club. Lord knows I wanted to, but I know when to pick my battles and which ones should be chosen at which time. I’ve got time.
“I’m sorry sir, can you repeat that?” The guy on the phone asks. For the second fucking time.
“You’re hearing me correctly,” I tell him. “I want every VIP table, every night, for the next three weeks.”
“Sir, that would run you a minimum of...one hundred and sixty-eight thousand dollars,” he tells me as Rowan steps into my office, my coffee and lunch orders in her hand.
“Cash or check?”
Rowan’s brow furrows as she throws me a questioning thumbs up, and I nod in response, holding a finger up to her to tell her to wait just a minute.
“Sir, I—”
“Just get it booked and let me know how you want the money.”
Setting the phone down on the switch, I reach for the to-go container sitting on my desk and give Rowan a nod. “Thanks, darlin’. What can I do for you?”
“Colt sent me to check in,” she says. “You’ve been locked in here all day.”
Huh?
I pull my wrist up to check the time on my watch, and sure as shit, it’s well past five.
She wasn’t bringing me lunch, she was bringing me supper.
I’ve spent the entire damn day trying to track down information on this Ethan guy and find a way to get Noelle out of that club.
I didn’t even do a second of actual fucking work today. Shit.
“Just got busy, I suppose.”
“Do you wanna share with the class?”
I look behind her to make sure that the hallway is empty, weighing my options. “I found my girl last night,” I tell her. “So now I’m—”
The sound that comes out of the woman could shatter fucking glass.
She flies behind the desk and throws her arms around my middle, practically jogging in place in her excitement, and I worry for a second that she’s going to make herself pass clean out, getting so worked up.
“Where was she?!” She demands, slapping her little hands against my chest.
“At Envy, working for fucking Nash Montgomery this whole time,” I tell her. “She was right under my nose and I had no idea. I’m working on getting her out of there, though.”
“I’ll get Colt,” she says, and I hold up a hand to cut her off.
“Not yet. Give me some time to figure out how I wanna do this and I’ll let him know about it.”
As much as I appreciate her enthusiasm, I don’t want to drag them too deep into this until I know if I’m going about this legally or otherwise – and it’s probably going to be the latter, because it’s fucking Nash Montgomery’s club. And this Ethan guy could prove to be a real pain in my ass.
They’ve got kids, they don’t need to be in this until I know it’s okay for them to be.