Page 6 of Dance for Me

His hair was perfect, now that she saw it in better lighting. It was a dark brown, shorter on the sides and longer on top, enough to run your fingers through it. Some of his longer bangs had fallen out of place, gently sweeping his tanned forehead. Her guess, he was Italian, or maybe Greek.

A Greek God made sense.

She accepted his handshake only because she wanted to feel what his hands felt like. “Vanessa Sanders.”

They were rough and callused, yet they also felt warm and kind. She about self-combusted when he drew her hand to his lips and gave it a subtle kiss.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

If she was drinking at that very moment, she probably would have spit her drink out. This guy was smooth. Yeah, was she attractive? Sure. But compared to the women who probably flocked to this man, she was definitely just average. There was no way he didn’t have models in his bed every night.

“T-Thank you,” she awkwardly answered. It was either thank him or check his forehead for a fever. One, she couldn’t reach his forehead and two, he would have thought she was a total psychopath.

He put his suit jacket on and handed her a small business card from his breast pocket. “I own a nightclub and I’m always hiring. I would love it if you came by tonight. The doors open at eight.”

“Um… thanks,” she said as she studied the card for a moment.

With that, Jack brushed past her. “I hope to see you again Vanessa.” He grinned and then left the café. She stood there in disbelief. She just met a gorgeous man who was willing to hire her with no interview, no information about herself, just like that. Seemed a little too good to be true.

Was it a scam? Did he have a secret basement where he lured women to and then tied them up? Maybe he even chopped off their limbs. Nope, she couldn’t do it. She hated the sight of blood remember?

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Vanessa sat at her little coffee bar with a glass of wine, maybe she could start a new career in wine tasting, if that was even a thing. But she sat there staring at Jack’s card.

Jack Angelos

Owner of Pink Lace Nightclub

Even his name was roll off the tongue sexy.

Below that listed the phone number and address which wasn’t too far from her apartment. She took turns sipping her wine and looking back at the card. She repeated this process over and over again. She even texted Michelle, her words… “Sounds like a creep, don’t do it,” but oh, did she want to.

Was he really going to offer her a job? And what kind of work did he want her to do anyways?

Was it bartending?

Being a hostess?

She did waitress once when she was seventeen, but that was so long ago now. She didn’t have much experience in that department anyway, because that job lasted about a month. She was too clumsy for the one handed tray carrying bit.

She finished off her glass and hung his card on her fridge. Maybe she would take some time to think about it. Although, she was running low on time. She had bills piling up, along with this month’s rent. After all, living in the city wasn’t cheap, so her savings was pretty much non-existent at this point.

Checking the time on her cell, she still had about twenty minutes until his club opened. There was no harm in seeing what it was all about, right? Curiosity was the worst trait to have in some situations, especially ones like these.

“Dammit.”

She stormed off to her closet and pulled out her black skinny jeans along with a grey silk top and blazer jacket. After taking a curling iron to her hair and reapplying her barely noticeable makeup, she then slipped on her midnight pumps. Glancing at herself for one last time in the mirror, she snagged her clutch, her keys, and headed downstairs.

It took only about twelve minutes, with night traffic, before her Uber pulled into the parking lot of Jack’s club. She was surprised she didn’t notice it before, considering it was so close to her apartment. Then again, going to nightclubs wasn’t really her vibe anymore. Had she have known that someone who looked like Jack owned it, she would have probably changed her mind. Shallow much?

She stepped out of her Uber and saw that it was already pretty busy, even for a weekday. The younger crowd normally didn’t go out during the week, so that was odd. She also wondered to herself, why in the world didn’t she look this place up before jumping in a car to rush here. She could have at least searched his name.

Looking at the building from the outside, it was very modern and sleek. It was painted a charcoal grey and had a very expensive looking fountain out front. Nice touch she thought. Maybe a little too much, though. She felt like she was looking at some sort of rich hotel in Beverly Hills.

Men in suits and ties were greeted by the bouncer who unhooked the rope and gestured for them to step inside.

Suddenly she felt a little too underdressed by seeing the older, well dressed men walking inside a nightclub, it must be a nicely priced and fancy place.