at in the rearview mirror?
It’s a blue SUV that looks like it’s seen better days. The people who frequent this place don’t drive shit like that.
Enraged I jump out ready to give a mouth full, but the words fade from my mind when a beautiful blonde woman steps out of the car, shaking.
She shakes even more when she sees me. I’m not sure if that’s because she knows who I am, or if it’s because I just look scary. She’s petite, about five-four, but has the kind of body made for sin. The kind of body I like on a woman who can take a hard fuck.
“I’m so sorry,” she says first. Her crystal blue eyes shimmer against the moonlight and the outline of her heart shaped face is set in fear.
I just stare back at her and look her over in her jeans and t-shirt. The women who come here dress in lingerie. Outside they’d at least have on robes or a kimono.
“I didn’t see you,” she continues.
“I was parked,” I point out. “The fucking car is black and silver. How could you not see me?” I’m not being an asshole. Or maybe I am, just a little.
It’s because she’s piqued my interest and I want to know what she’s doing here. If she’s parked here, she’s definitely going into the club.
As what though?
Her lips tremble and she releases a shallow breath.
“I know, I’m sorry that’s not what I meant. I mean I saw you, but I didn’t know that was going to happen. My car does that sometimes. It jerks forward, especially when I’m nervous. It’s my first night working here.” She looks uneasy saying that and like she wishes she could take it back.
I get it. I’m not sure I know anyone who would confess to working in a sex club. Owning it is different.
I resist the urge to smile. This girl is about to work for me and doesn’t have a clue who I am.
Nice.
“Well, sweetheart, maybe you’ll get enough coins to get rid of that piece of shit that crashed into my car. What are you going to do about the damage now though?” I tilt my head to the side and study her.
She rushes to open her door, reaches for her purse, and digs around until she finds some note paper. Taking out a pen from the side pocket of her purse, she scribbles on the paper and hands it over to me.
“That’s my name and number. Please, would it be okay if you called me later to resolve it? I… can’t be late. It’s a scratch that’s entirely my fault and I promise I’ll fix it.” She points to the bumper of my car.
She’s right it’s just a scratch.
I look down at the paper, and smile. I’ll definitely be using that number.
“All right sweetheart. Good luck on your first night. I’ll be in touch.”
“Thank you,” she nods at me, and I can tell she’s grateful, but that she also knows it was no sentiment.
I watch her practically flee from me and run right into the staff entrance of my club.
Looks like tonight just took an interesting turn.
I can’t wait to see what’ll happen next, or what my new friend will be like. I glance down at the piece of paper in my hands and a sinful smile spreads across my face.
Lilly St. James.
That’s her name.
Well, hello Lilly. Welcome to The Dark Odyssey. I hope you enjoy your stay.
I know I will.
Chapter Two
Lilly
Oh my God…
What a damn way to start the night.
Jesus…Running my car into the back of a Bugatti. A parked one at that. It’s not that I didn’t see it. And I don’t know why such foolishness fell from my lips when I told that guy, I didn’t see him.
Even if I were blind, I would have seen that guy and by the same token I would have known to stay far away.
The man is GQ gorgeous with the type of face reserved for Hollywood. His face is all angles and planes gorgeous and he packs the type of muscle best reserved for a men’s health magazine.
However, I can spot a guy that’s trouble from a mile away. Up close, it’s easier. Add the fact he had blood on the collar of his shirt, and that’s enough for the warning bells to go off in my mind.
Mafia … that was him. He looked Italian and carried the attitude I’ve grown used to with men of that caliber. They’re just like the Cartel.