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Steepling my fingers in front of my chin, I wait for Leo to return. I am officially intrigued as to why my manager made an exception for this girl. It’s not like all of our dancers aren’t beautiful because they are. We only hire beautiful women because The Executive Club is high-end. All our clients are rich - you have to be with what it costs to have membership here. My club is the perfect place if you are looking for discretion, which is why the client list is prestigious. A mixture of politicians, movie stars, Wall Street traders, and business owners frequent here most nights, which is also helpful if I ever need to call in a favor. I have so much shit on most of these guys, they are all just waiting to do my bidding should I ask.
Any man with money and looking for a good time, you can guarantee they are a member of The Executive Club. Which is why the caliber of girls that work here is high. A couple of them are even catwalk models who are looking to earn extra cash. And they do because they are fucking gorgeous. The men love them, and they pay them the big bucks. Sometimes more than they would ever earn on a modeling job. This leads me to my next thought and the reason my curiosity is getting the better of me. What is it about this new girl that has all my members losing their damn minds and my manager acting so recklessly?
A knock on the door drags me from my thoughts. I know it's Leo, so I call for him to enter. He steps inside my office. For a second, I think he is alone until I see a bare pair of legs shifting behind him. Thegirl. My head cocks to the side, as I try to get a good look at her, but it’s no use because Leo is shielding her with his big body. I frown at the protective stance of my friend, at the tension currently radiating from his body. My jaw clenches. I amover whatever claim he thinks he has on her. Narrowing my eyes, I jerk my head, silently asking him to get a move on. Sighing, he reaches back, taking her hand in his. My nostrils flare in anger as something like possession surges through my body.What the fuck?I don’t know why, nor do I understand it, but it’s there all the same and I haven’t even laid eyes on the fucking woman. I have never, not once in my life, felt possessive over pussy. But right now, I am trying to hold myself back from killing my friend just because he is holding her hand.
Inhaling a breath, I try to calm my racing thoughts and my pounding heart. Running a finger across my bottom lip, I watch my friend with maddening interest, studying him for any sign of what he is thinking, but his blank face gives nothing away. When I feel controlled enough to speak, I say. “Well?”
Leo tenses but having known me long enough by now, he knows what I want with that one word and if he knows what’s good for him, he will not disobey me. His eyes squeeze shut for a brief second and then without saying anything he pulls the girl in front of him. My gaze rakes over her and when it lands on her face the damn air is knocked from my lungs.
Fuck. Me.
Now I see exactly the reason why she is so popular with our customers, and why Leo didn’t vet her properly. I don’t think there is a word to describe this girl. Stunning or beautiful don’t do her justice. She is just more than both those words. So much more.
My eyes roam over every inch of the scared-looking petite girl, studying her, and taking all her beauty in and committing it to memory. Fresh, innocent face with only a lick of mascara and something glossy on her pouty lips. Lips that were made to suck cock.My cock. I shake the thought away so I can carry on my perusal, and I am happy with what else I find. Big sapphire blue eyes. Perfect round breasts and a waist so tiny, I could circle itwith one of my large hands. Long, tan legs that look like they go on for miles. And the pièce de résistance and a fetish of mine. Blonde hair so long that it nearly touches her heart-shaped ass which I get a little glimpse of from the way she stands.
Yeah, I candefinitelysee why Leo made an exception. Still, it doesn’t excuse his irresponsible behavior. He shouldn’t have just allowed her to work here without the necessary checks. And I can’t be seen to let him get away with it, no matter how beautiful she is. I know I said there were no words to describe her beauty, but she is probably the most exquisite thing I have ever seen – and that’s saying something considering I am surrounded by gorgeous women. I have to blink a couple of times to make sure she is in fact real and I’m not just seeing things.
But she is real. So very real and so fucking beautiful that it almost hurts to look at her. She stares at me with those big, blue, hypnotic eyes. She looks so innocent. So damn sweet. My cock hardens in my pants, and I shift to allow it some room. Not wanting to give away the effect she is having on me, I narrow my eyes. Jerking my head to the empty seat, I bark out. “Sit.”
She jumps at the bite in my words, before scrambling to the chair and sitting, like a good little girl. Hmm. Submissive. The things I could do to her. Teach her… I shake my head. Nope. Not going there. I have never fucked a woman that works for me and I’m not about to start now. She will not be the exception, even if she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.But what if she didn’t work for you?The devil on my shoulder asks. I block out the words and focus on the girl in front of me.
“What’s your name?” I don’t miss the way she stiffens, her whole body going rigid with that one question. My eyes narrow at her reaction but she quickly recovers, her face going completely blank. I search her face, for any sign of anxiety or discomfort but when I find none, I almost begin to think I read her wrong. Questions circle in my head, but they are soonforgotten when the most angelic voice I have ever heard breaks the silence in the room.
“Ocean. My name is Ocean.”
Chapter 2
Ocean
My whole body trembles under his cold blue gaze. He scrutinizes me in a way that makes me both come alive, and want to shrink into myself. I don’t know whether he believes me when I tell him my name, but it’s all he is getting, no matter how much he scares me. My fake ID says Ocean Embers, and that is who I am. I was reborn the day I left my old life and that was the day I became Ocean.
A friend from back home put me in touch with someone who could make me a really good fake ID. She wasn’t lying. It is so good that no one would question that it’s not real – well no one but maybe this guy. One look at him and I can tell that he is not to be messed with. He exudes power. Money… All the things I am running from. And I know without a doubt that he has the resources to find out my truth and, unlike Leo, I don’t think I will be able to use my looks or innocence to my advantage with this guy. He will see right through that, which is why I need to put my mask in place and keep calm. Though my heart pounds erratically in my chest, I know that if I don’t keep my cool right now, then it will give him more of a reason to look into me. I can’t have that.
I have only been at The Executive Club for a couple of weeks and to be honest I thought everything was settled with me working here. Leo never mentioned any other guy wanting to interview me, so I kinda let my guard down and relaxed into my surroundings. That was my first mistake. I should know better by now. Know never to be careless or get comfortable. In the blink of an eye, things can change. I know that better than anyone.
Though I overheard some of the other girls talking about the mysterious owner, I never took much notice because, in the weeks that I have been here, I never saw him. But right now, at this moment, with his cold, detached eyes on me, I wish I had taken more interest in what they were saying. My gaze rakes over his face slowly, my pulse kicking up to an unnatural rhythm. There is something about him. He screams danger, and though he tries to hide it, I see the darkness lurking beneath the perfect features of his face. A face so handsome, he could easily lure you in and make you forget the danger. From that assumption alone, I should be getting as far away from him and this place as I can. But I can’t. I need money and I make more of it here than I ever even dreamed of making when I came to New York. I know full well I wouldn’t be earning the same anywhere else. The Executive is high end, and it shows with the thousands of dollars I take home every night.
“Ocean,” he repeats my name, almost like he is tasting it on his tongue.
I swallow around the dryness in my throat and nod. “Did I do something wrong?”
His eyes narrow in on me as if he is trying to see straight through to my brain and all the thoughts currently running through me. “I don’t know. Did you?” His words are taunting, and I know it’s his way of trying to get a reaction out of me. Iwant to cower and hide but I stand tall, not letting him see my fear.
My brows jump, feigning confusion and I shake my head. “I-I-I don’t think so.” I stutter, committing myself to the scared girl act. Don’t get me wrong, I am scared, but I can’t show it right now.
“How old are you, Ocean?” he continues, as if I didn’t even speak.
I swallow, glancing at the man beside me. He is hot and though he screams bad boy, he doesn’t intimidate me like the man in front of me. His eyes narrow in on me, searching my face but before he can see something I don’t want him to, I look at Leo who is now at my right side. Leo, with his kind eyes and soft, encouraging smile.
“Twenty-one.” I finally say, turning back to the man who sits like a king at the desk. It’s a lie but it's what’s on my ID. I knew the only jobs I could possibly get in this city were as a waitress or a dancer. The latter pays more. But you have to be twenty-one, so that’s the age I asked for.
He runs his thumb across his full bottom lip as narrowed, inquisitive, albeit suspicious, eyes watch me. A pulse starts between my legs. There is no doubt that this man is attractive, and he definitely knows it. With his pale blue eyes, dark hair, and bad-boy aura he is one hundred percent my type. Which is why I need to stay away from him.
“Twenty-one.” He repeats my answer again as if he is a damn parrot.
Anger bubbles up in me. Wanting to get out of this room, which feels like it has no air, over this interrogation and feeling a little brave, I grit out. “Yes. Now may I leave? I’m due on stage,” I glance at my watch, “in twenty minutes and I need to get ready.”
His eyes spark and I have no doubt it’s at the tone of my voice. I bet this man has never had anyone talk back to him orshow him attitude. He smirks. “No. You may not. Leo will get you covered.” He throws a pointed look at Leo who scrambles out of his seat and disappears to do his bidding.Traitor. He told me he would be by my side the whole time and now he runs away with his tail between his legs, leaving me to deal with this man alone. I shift uncomfortably now that my ally has gone. Leo has been a friend of sorts since I started here, and I felt safe with him – well, as safe as a girl like me could – but now I just feel let down. Logically, I know it's stupid of me to feel this way, but I can’t help but feel disappointed that he didn’t at least fight to stay here with me. Now he is gone and I'm here with two strangers, I feel like I’m prey that just got caught in the predator’s lair. By the smirk on the asshole's face, he knows it too.
