Chapter Nine
Naked Wallet
The cost of simply being in the champagne room was one hundred dollars for half an hour, and Destiny collected two hundred from Paul at the door, a portion of which, Paul assumed, would go to the club. The room looked like a smaller version of the private dance area, a pair of couches and a pair of tables and chairs. Destiny kept him just inside the door and curtain over the doorway, and soon after they entered, a young brunette followed them in, closing the door behind her and swishing through the curtains. “Paul, do you remember Angela?”
Paul looked up. The shot girl he’d hounded into dancing for him in a vague, regrettable moment of drunkenness, stared down at him, a hand on her hip. She was even more beautiful than Paul remembered. “Yes, Ma’am.”
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