Marie-Terese glared over her shoulder at the college guys. “He’s my boss, and his name’s Trez. Why don’t you go and introduce yourselves to him?”

“You think you’re too good for us?”

She turned and faced them. “Do yourself a favor and leave me alone. Unless you want to be taken out of here in an ambulance.”

The one who had been doing all the talking smiled, revealing sharp white teeth. “Do us a favor and stop thinking that whores like you have the right to an opinion.”

Marie-Terese recoiled—but only on the inside. “Does your mother know you talk to women like this?”

“You are not a woman.”

Marie-Terese’s throat closed up hard. “Leave me alone,” she said hoarsely.

“Make us.”

Vin scanned the crowd for the dark-haired woman and got frustrated when he couldn’t find her. They’d made eye contact for one electric moment and then she’d disappeared into the sea of bodies like a ghost.

He’d seen her before. He couldn’t place where…but he’d definitely seen her before.

“Who are you looking for?” Devina said in a low voice.

“No one.” Vin nodded at a waitress, who came over quickly.

After drinks had been ordered, Devina edged closer and eased in, her breasts pushing against Vin’s biceps. “Let’s go back.”

“Back where?”

“To the private bathrooms.”

Vin frowned as a dark-haired woman in the far corner turned…. No, it wasn’t the one. Maybe…no, not her either.

Black hair, blue eyes, heart-shaped face that he wanted to take into his hands. Who was she?

“Vin?” Devina pressed her lips behind his ear. “Let’s go…I’m hungry.”

Unlike the night before, this do-me-now stuff annoyed more than tempted him. He knew damn well that the seduction routine was less about sex between the two of them, and more about that prostitute coming over and pulling a whole lot of how-about-some-of-this. The thing was, Devina didn’t mind including other women as long as it was on her terms—and evidently those didn’t include half-dressed ladies of the night making like they wanted to mount him and ride him off to an orgasm in public.

Nope, the women had to be more attracted to Devina than him for her to be cool with it.

“I want some privacy,” she purred.

“We have a guest.”

“It won’t take long.” Her tongue licked up the side of his neck, making him feel like he was a fence post getting pissed on. “I promise you that. I’m hungry, Vin.”

“Sorry.” His eyes searched the crowd. “I’m full at the moment.”

Devina dropped the act and sat back in the seat. “Then I want to go home.”

At just that moment, the waitress came over with a beer for Jim, a shot of Patrón for Vin, and a Cosmo for Devina.