Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I stare at him in confusion. He crosses one leg over the other and leans back. “And your name?”
Okay then… I start putting my things back down and sit across from him.
“Posie.” I offer him a smile.
“And what is it exactly that you do here?” he asks his gaze just as penetrating as his son’s.
“I do admin and handle the social media accounts,” I tell him.
“And your relationship with my son?” My hand freezes on the piece of paper I was about to pick up. His gaze flicks to it quickly before focusing on my face again. I don’t like how much he notices; he’s just like his son in that way. Notices fucking everything.
“Relationship?”
“Yes, what is it?” he asks.
I hear a loud noise coming from outside the room, and my gaze darts to the open door.
“He’s my boss,” I reply, returning my attention to him.
“That’s good to know,” he says, standing again.
We both turn at the sound of footsteps stopping at the door to find Dutton standing there. Comparatively, Dutton is slightly taller and more muscled than his father. I can tell where Dutton gets his immaculate taste in clothing from now.
“Son, you kept me waiting.”
“I wasn’t aware we had an appointment.” Dutton gives me a quick glance. His father notices, and a slight tug of his lips indicates he sees more than he lets on. “You weren’t meant to be in today,” Dutton says, and I realize he’s talking to me.
“Yes, sorry. I had to finalize a post and was just getting ready to leave.” I finish grabbing the papers and look back at Dutton’s father. “It was nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. I’m sure I’ll see you again.” He gives me a warm smile, and Dutton seems wildly pissed, his gaze narrowing on his father. A palpable tension fills the room, and I decide it’s best to ignore whatever is going on with these two. I walk past his father, but when I reach the door, Dutton hasn’t moved to let me pass. His cold eyes look down on me, and I don’t understand why he looks pissed. I’m not sure if it’s directed at me or his father. He steps to the side wordlessly.
Well, okay then.
Finally escaping the suffocating energy in Dutton’s office, I find Paula walking in. She smiles at me, and I give her a wave.
“I’m just heading out. Also, Dutton’s father is here,” I inform her, pointing a thumb over my shoulder. “Tension is high in there, so I’d avoid the room.”
Her eyes go wide. “Strange. He never comes here, but thank you for the heads-up. From what I heard, Dutton has a good relationship with his family. “Oh well, not our problem,” she says with a casual shrug.
I head to the back of the room to collect the rest of my things as Paula takes a call. She curses under her breath, and I look over at her worriedly.
When she hangs up, I ask, “Is everything okay?”
“No. That’s the third dancer tonight to call in sick. I think there’s a virus going around, but we’re way too short-staffed for a Saturday night.” She pulls at the back of her neck. “Fuck. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She looks at me then and bites her bottom lip. I know what she’s going to ask before it even leaves her lips. “Could you work the floor for one night? Even if it’s only for a few hours. One dance and the rest on the floor?”
I groan, not at all wanting to do that. Nor am I obliged to. But I know Paula wouldn’t ask unless she was desperate, and I’d rather not say no to the woman who’s helped me so much.
“There’s no one else?” I ask. I’d have to call and see if Amy’s available.
“I wish there was, unless you want this old hag dancing on stage.” She waves a hand at herself with a laugh, but there’s no amusement in it.
“I’ll do it. But only for tonight. Let me check with my babysitter.”
She grabs both of my arms. “You’re a lifesaver, Posie. Thank you.”
I roll my eyes as I make the call—Amy is more than willing to help out since her plans for the evening were canceled.
“Only this once!” I tell Paula. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” I wave to her before I finally escape.
It’s busy, which only means one thing. My efforts in my new role are working, which makes me proud.
I told Paula I would only stay for one dance and then work the floor for two hours. She was just happy that the empty slot had been filled.
“Haven’t seen you for ages,” Samantha says as she comes off the stage. I smile at the pink lingerie she’s wearing—the set I gave her. It’s obviously her new favorite.