Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Frowning, he looks at me then glances around as well before bringing his gaze back to mine. “There are some orders that need to be filled. You can watch me do that, and then I’ll take you down, show you around the club, and introduce you to everyone.”
“It’s your show, Boss.” I smile and watch him take off his suit jacket and lay it neatly over the edge of the desk, and then I scoot back in my chair as he walks toward me so he can pick up the chair next to mine. Carrying the chair around the desk, he sets it down next to his on the opposite side.
“You can sit here…unless you want to sit on my lap?” He smirks while nodding to the chair he placed next to his.
“Does shizzle like that actually work for you?” I ask him, standing from the chair I’m currently sitting in and walking around to take the seat.
“Do you ever curse?” he counters, ignoring my question, and I feel his knee lean against my thigh.
“Yes.” I shrug. I may not curse with the same words he does, but the meaning is the same.
“Say ‘fuck,’” he challenges me with a raise of his brow.
“Frick.” I smile, pulling my leg away from his when it seems he’s not going to move.
“That’s not the same thing.”
“Says who? Everyday, words are added to the English language. Who’s to say that ‘frick’ won’t mean the word you said in a few years?”
“You’re something else,” he mutters under his breath while his eyes stay locked on mine.
“Are you going to show me what I need to know, or stare at me all day?” I question, pointing to the screen, needing him to look away, because him looking at me is causing a range of emotions I’m not comfortable with to run through me.
“I’m definitely going to show you something,” he grunts, pulling his eyes from mine. Sitting back, I ignore the warm feeling in my lower belly and watch for an hour as he shows me how to use the computer system to place orders for the club. Then, I follow him down to the club floor, where he introduces me to everyone and shows me around.
“I’m going to order in some food. Would you like something?” I ask Sven, standing from the couch, where he told me to sit three hours ago after handing me one of the most boring books in the world about Vegas night club codes and policies.
Stretching, I look at him and frown, noticing he hasn’t moved. “Sven,” I repeat, walking toward his desk. “Hey.” I snap my fingers close to his ear, making him jump.
“Are you okay?” he asks, running his hands through his hair.
“I need food. Would you like anything?” I repeat, looking at the clock on the wall and seeing it’s a little after eleven.
“Sure,” he mutters, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, and holding it out toward me.
“Do you have any preference?” I ask, ignoring his outstretched hand.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” he says, taking a hundred dollar bill from his wallet, attempting to hand it to me instead.
“Are you sure you want to eat what I’m eating?” I inquire as he frowns, studying me then the money in his hand.
Shaking his hand, he shoves the money toward me again. “I’m sure, now take the money.”
“I can buy my own food.” I grab my cell phone from the top of his desk, where I plugged it in to charge.
“You’re not paying,” he states, standing.
Ignoring him, I turn on my heel and leave the office, hearing his curse as I head to the bottom of the stairs, where I make a call to one of my favorite Indian restaurants before heading through the club to wait outside for the delivery.
“Does Boss Man know you’re out here?” Teo asks me as I step through the doors and to the side, smiling at a group of men who say hi as they pass me on their way inside the club.
“He knows I’m getting food,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around myself as the night air moves across my exposed skin, sending a chill through me. I met Teo the first night I showed up here after my sister was attacked. He took a hundred dollars from me and let me into the club. The second time I came back, he took another hundred from me, but on the third he gave me all my money back.
“Didn’t jump anyone on your way out?” he questions with a grin before taking money from a couple in line.
“Ha, ha. Very funny,” I mutter, but feel my cheeks burn at the thought of what happened yesterday when I was here.
“Just asking.” He laughs as I lean back against the wall, cringing when three women step to the front of the line wearing what looks like skimpy lingerie. This is Vegas, so their choice of attire doesn’t really surprise me, but as a woman, I will never understand the need to wear clothes that leave nothing to the imagination.