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“Jesus, you two are the three stooges minus Curly.”
Sloane glanced over at Dahlia, smiling.
“Come on, I’ll walk you up.” Sloane offered her hand and started to the door, but Aaron stepped into her path.
“I’ll take her up. Trey said for you to stay down here.”
“Okay.” Sloane knitted her brows, seemingly confused and a bit unnerved.
Aaron shrugged. “His orders, Sloane.”
“Sure.” Sloane turned to Dahlia, smiling, though it seemed forced. “Good luck. You’re going to be great.”
“Thanks.”
Dahlia followed Aaron through the dark hall onto the floor. He made a quick left up the stairs. Dahlia sneaked a peek at the empty club. She’d only been there once, and it was strange to see it without any people. It only intensified her anxiety. Dahlia was ill-prepared for another run-in with Trey.
Oh God! Why am I like this? He was just a man. A man who held the key and cards to her potential future. She needed this job.
As they started up the stairs, Dahlia looked up into the balcony. She’d expected a luxurious layout, but nothing prepared her for the reality. It wasn’t huge, only a few tables with a bar tucked in the corner near the curtains. But it screamed money from the furniture down to the art hanging on the walls. Unlike the paintings in the lobby, the balcony walls were lined with art constructed of metal. Dahlia scanned each piece. They were interesting, unique, and beautiful. I would trade a puppy print for one of these.
“This way,” Aaron said and held open the curtain, letting her pass in front of him. He took the lead down the hall and made a sharp left. Dahlia eyed the men lined up along the wall. It reminded her of all the military men she’d seen in movies. None of them made eye contact, instead staring straight ahead.
Aaron stopped at the door, waving her inside. Dahlia hesitated and lowered her voice.
“Any advice?”
Aaron snorted, whispering, “Don’t piss him off.”
That’s not helpful at all, Aaron! She had no intention of pissing him off. If anything, Dahlia was looking for advice on winning him over. Was that even possible? In her head, Trey had already made up his mind about her. I am my own worst enemy. Especially when it came to her private insecurities. Dahlia drew in a breath and walked inside, slowly taking in her surroundings. Holy fuck! She expected it to be nice, but this was another level.
Dahlia inched closer to the desk, fighting against the butterflies in her stomach. Trey was seated with his phone to his ear. Could this man be any more gorgeous? Her breath hitched. Heat ran through her veins. Lusting after her soon-to-be boss was a recipe for disaster.
Dahlia stood by the edge of his desk, waiting to be acknowledged.
“You did this! And I’m the one fixing it, so make the fucking call.” Trey’s harsh tone on the call meant someone was in trouble. This was not the mood she’d hoped for during her interview. She’d been around enough hotheaded, broody men to know they didn’t easily simmer down.
Trey dropped the phone on the desk, turned in his seat, and gave Dahlia his back.
“Sit down.”
She furrowed her brows, flickering her gaze to the chairs. There were two. She was sure it didn’t matter which one she sat in. After all, they were identical. But…
“Does it matter where I sit?”
He slowly turned and scowled. “Preferably a chair.”
Dahlia couldn’t help herself and chuckled, then immediately clamped her lips, noticing Trey’s joke was only funny to her.
She dropped to the seat closest to her, clasping her hands on her lap. She glanced around his office, taking it all in. She’d been on plenty of interviews, but none in an office as fancy and pristine as Trey’s. It was much larger than most offices she’d been in and seemed to have a homier vibe. Like a very wealthy home. When she turned back in her seat, her heart skipped. She wasn’t sure how long he’d been watching her inspect his space, but he didn’t seem pleased about it. His brows were dipped in a severe scowl. She offered a shaky smile, which was not returned.
“You have a very nice office.” She pressed her lips together.
Trey remained silent, simply staring back at her. Any other time, she’d appreciate his attention. Now, it only compounded her anxiousness. Her mind was going in a million different directions, trying to come up with something to say. Witty, charismatic, engaging, hell, she’d settle for funny at this point. Unfortunately, she was drawing a blank and was left with only honesty.
“I’m a little nervous.” Dahlia cleared her throat. “Um, I guess our past interactions are making me a bit anxious.”
Trey raised his brows, clasped his hands, and settled in his chair. Did he not remember? Of course, he wouldn’t. They weren’t nearly as memorable for him as they were for her.
