that she's safe but fuck.
I don't want them touching what's mine.
"Call her down once the song ends. Send Mel up there for an hour, I wanna talk to the new girl. Get a feel of her," I say to Diamond the second she saunters back over to me.
She frowns. "She's not the type to fuck the boss, Tomi. Forget about her, I know exactly what you like."
I swipe the bottle and stand up from my barstool. "What I want is you to shut your fucking mouth and do as I say. I didn't ask for your fucking opinion."
The sultry look evaporates and I make my way back out to my office before she can even attempt to reply. Fuck, I'm likely to just snap and fucking fire her but that would just be a fucking headache and a half for me.
Keep your fucking head together, Callaghan.
Forget about the motherfucking curse.
The office is small enough that the second she opens the door I can smell her. She smells the same as last time, the sweet honey that has me fucking hungry for a bite out of her, and it just gets my hackles up even worse than last time.
"Diamond said you wanted to speak to me."
She's hesitant. None of the usual bravado or seduction I'm used to and I sound like a fucking asshole when I jerk my head at the empty chair and snap, "Park your ass. You'll be here a while."
She swallows and sits down, her arms wrapping around her bare waist. Fuck, she's still sitting there in nothing but the bra and tiny thong, streaks of glitter covering her body that definitely isn't hers. Mel uses the shit and it's slowly but surely covering every surface of the place, no matter how thorough the cleaners are.
"Have I... done something wrong?"
I shuffle some pages and then place them in front of her. "I dunno, have you? Diamond said you're a good worker but I like to know this sort of shit for myself. You need to fill this paperwork out, I need some references."
She bites at her lip, the first sign of seduction I've spotted in her, but she takes the pen and starts to fill in the forms. "I don't have references. This is the first... dancing job I've done. If I'm not doing a good job, please tell me so I can... fix whatever it is that I'm doing wrong."
Fucking lying bitch. There's a couple of dozen men out there who will back me up that there's no way this is her first fucking stripping gig.
She works the pole the same way I want her working my dick; slow, dirty, and like a fucking pro.
"Why are you in Coldstone? Or do you travel in?"
She bites that lip again. "I travel in. Look, I'm not here for friends. Is there a like... employment reason you're asking me this?"
I lean back in the chair and drag my eyes over her again, slow enough that she starts fucking squirming. “Does it matter? You work at my club, you answer my fucking questions.”
She ducks her head and nods, the pen moving a little faster on the page as she fills everything in and then she hands it over.
I huff out a breath. “You’re really not gonna tell me where the fuck you’ve worked before?”
She chews her lip again, the lipstick of hers fucking bomb-proof because it doesn’t smear at all. “I’ve never danced in a club before. I did competitive dance for ten years and a couple of pole classes. That’s it, I swear. If I’ve done something to jeopardize my job here please let me know.”
The tremor in her voice pisses me off. “Get back to work, I have better shit to do than listen to some dumb slut’s lies.”
Her cheeks are bright red as she stands and walks out, her back straight and her legs steady on those killer heels of hers.
I don’t know what I was expecting, not from the girl who doesn’t want to be touched, but it wasn’t that. I don’t have time for a fucking mystery but it looks like I have one anyway.
Fucking perfect.
Chapter Seven
Angel
Tomi becomes a regular face at The Boulevard and everything just gets fucking worse.
He sits in a booth with whiskey and paperwork everywhere but his eyes never stray far from me. The other girls take notice of this pretty damn quick and suddenly they move from a passive dislike to a very active hatred of me.
They start fucking with my