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“This is VIP.” He led me out. “Perhaps we can add dinner to that game of poker?”
Another new world record. I’m being asked on a date by a naked gold man.
“Maybe.” I trailed behind him and checked out his nice behind. With each step, his muscled cheeks flexed.
Tonight’s a celebration. Relax and just go for it. I’m going to have fun.
“You know what?” I said. “I definitely would love dinner before I whip you in poker.”
He let his head fall back as he laughed. “Then let’s get you to Mr. Stone first and then afterwards we’ll figure out the details.”
“Sounds good.”
VIP guests enjoyed a different experience than Pyramid’s first level.
Chandeliers clutched lit candles and hung from high ceilings. Shadows danced on the walls. A balcony was on the side of the lounge and provided an excellent view of the first floor’s dance area.
The music’s volume was low enough to hear but still maintain a decent conversation.
Here, waiters ambled by, holding trays of finger foods. I studied the trays, spotting a hint of color and a whiff of promising aromas. Only about ten people lounged on white fur couches.
Chase sat alone in the center of the room, watching me. His look caused me to stumble a little and made me feel like prey, for some reason.
Surely, this is what an antelope feels like whenever it’s within the radius of a lion.
Fear and this awkward need to impress him uncoiled inside of me.
Dang it.
It always came when I was near powerful people.
I sighed.
It took time to get rid of that reaction. For some reason, I just had to make an impact on the authoritative figure over me. In high school, I’d sucked up to teachers. In college, I completed extra assignments and presented unassigned essays to shocked professors. As long as I’d known Vivian’s dad, I’ve followed him around, nodding and waiting patiently for his approval. In fact, I craved it from him.
Don’t stress. There is no need to go crazy trying to impress him.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Darryl paused and prevented me from walking further by getting in front of me. “I guess I’ve had too many drinks, but I should have asked you something first. You actually work for the top guy, right?”
“Yes. Why?”
He tilted his head to the side. “I mean you work in his company with him, not like the other type of work.”
“Huh?”
“You’re not a hooker?”
I covered my face with my hands. “No. Oh my god, why did you think that?”
“I’ve been escorting hookers up here all night to other people. Sorry. You just had this professional air about you so I assumed you wouldn’t be a hooker.”
“Well thanks.” I shook my head. “I guess.”
“But then, the way Mr. Stone is looking at you, I figured maybe you’re one of those high class hookers.”
I twisted my lips to the side. “Your chances at a date with me are kind of dwindling down to no.”
“Oh, no, wait.” He waved his hands. “I mean. Never mind. Forget what I meant. Since you’re not working for him in that capacity, I would love to get your number.”
