Her eyes shifted from me to Hulk to me.
Then her hands went to her mouth and she shouted back, “Like I said. Hold the f**k on.”
Then she swayed away and started to bust a move which was also Viv’s way. She could dance alone and get into it and she didn’t even have to be tipsy.
Hulk escorted me to the VIP section.
I went back to my San Pellegrino and looked up to Knight’s window. I also took several deep breaths.
Right, okay.
Talk to him. Ask what gives. Listen.
Then decide.
A couple of my friends wandered over to me and I went back to having a different kind of fun that didn’t involve booze or dancing.
* * * * *
The club was emptying out and I was standing at Knight’s window watching it.
Hulk had escorted me up to Knight’s empty office before he had escorted a shitfaced Sandrine and not-shitfaced but definitely happy Vivica out the back way to the waiting car so he could take them home.
My friends were all gone, it was after three in the morning and my night with Knight was finally starting.
As I watched out his window, even though the lights were up, the music was off, stragglers were gathering their stuff and moseying out and the staff was beginning clean up, I was fascinated. And since I’d been standing there for the last half an hour before the lights went up and the music was off, I’d been fascinated a while. In fact, there was so much happening, so much to see, so many people and it was so easy to see it all from this vantage point, I figured I could watch it for hours and never get bored.
The one thing that bothered me was that you could see everything. Absolutely everything. And if you were a handsome, wealthy club owner who could pick and choose, you could stand there and select from your smorgasbord of pu**y.
You could also see your new girlfriend dancing and send your lackey to make her stop on a whim.
On this thought, the door opened. I twisted my neck and watched Knight walk in.
It really kind of sucked that he looked just as good in a suit as he did in a faded Metallica t-shirt and jeans. And it sucked because I couldn’t decide which Knight I liked better.
“Hey, baby,” he said while closing the door behind him.
“I like to dance,” I blurted and his head tipped to the side.
He held my eyes and he did this for some time while I waited.
Then he said, “Right, it’s time to talk about this anyway.”
Then he walked to his desk.
I watched thinking, Talk about what?
He sat behind his desk and ordered, “Come here, Anya.”
I turned from the window, walked to his desk and stopped at the opposite side but remained standing.
Leaned back in his chair looking up at me, he stated quietly, “Baby, I said, come here.”
“I’m here,” I replied.
“You’re there,” he returned with a tip of his head to me then he gestured to his lap with a hand. “I want you here.”
Oh boy.