Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,9
unnerved by his intense stare, but I expect it. What I don’t know is what he’s going to do next. Men like him are unpredictable and volatile. They change like the wind and you never know what you’re gonna get from one moment to the next.
He puts out his cigar on the ashtray on the little table beside him and lifts a document. He holds it up and I realize it’s a contract. My contract. I can see my name. I signed that contract three weeks ago. Three months after the marketing firm I worked for went bust and desperate times truly hit me.
“So… it turns out that Lilly St. James who ran her piece of shit car into the back of my Bugatti is the same Lilly St. James who works for me,” he states in that deep baritone that commands attention.
I don’t wish to remember the thing that gave me the push to take the job. Things keep pushing me a long, but when a disgusting perv sees you and your baby hungry in the park, and offers to give you ten bucks to suck his cock, so you can feed your child, you will take whatever job you can get.
That’s what got me here along with the threat of Lev’s thugs harassing me for the ten grand I owe. It was enough. I saw the job listing online and I applied.
“It turns out I am. I didn’t mean to run into your car,” I apologize again.
Christian smiles at me and the smile too is disarming. The dimple in his right cheek softens his hard appearance and his eyes hold a sheen of purpose that quickly disappears when as smile fades.
“Age twenty-six, holds a bachelor of fine arts from Julliard, worked in LA for two years with the American Contemporary Ballet. Nothing for the last four years and now you’re here in my club, as the angel in my show.”
I gaze at him, not quite knowing what to say. He didn’t ask a question and honestly, hearing the impressive nature of my resume, makes me feel sick because I want so badly to be that Lilly St. James again.
I would give anything. The only thing I would never change is the existence of my child.
That devilish smile comes back to his face. “Now the question on my mind is this, what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“I’m working,” I answer. And he gives me a deep chuckle.
“You are aware that you won’t just be floating around in that crystal ball… right?”
“Yes… I’m aware.”
He steps away from the balcony and moves closer. I swallow past the lump that’s formed in my throat and will my heart to calm its wild beat.
“You don’t look like the party girl, or the frivolous type. Yet you’re willing to do anything.”
“Yes…”
“Why?”
This feels like the same conversation I had with Louise. Except she was more concerned for my welfare. This guy is curious, like he wants to see what my limits are.
“I needed the job,” I answer simple. What other answer can there be. I haven’t seen much of the other staff yet, but I know what they have to do. There are private waitresses and all sorts of different people here who make the fantasy. I doubt that the bulk of them would do it because they love having sex with random strangers.
Then again maybe they do, and I’m just being the naïve princess, lost to the understanding of how the world truly works.
“Do you know what the word anything means at The Dark Odyssey, Lilly St. James?” he asks taking another step closer.
I want to stand my ground and show him I’m not afraid. I want to show him I can be professional about this, but my legs move on their own accord and I step back.
Smiling, he takes another intimidating step and leers at me. Another step from the two of us in a dance of power and I stop near the wall.
He touches the edge of my face and looms before me. “Answer the question
Angel. I definitely tell you suit the part; I almost feel like the devil I am to dirty you up.”
Dirty me up… what is he going to do to me?
“I know what anything means. You’re talking to me like you don’t want me to do the job,” I answer trying to keep the quiver out of my voice. I pray it’s not that. I wonder if it is. He paid five