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Leaning back in his chair, his gaze never leaves me. I squirm under his intense scrutiny though my face looks unfazed. “NowOcean,tell me. Why my club? Why did you want to work here specifically?”
I stare at him, wishing he would stop asking me questions right now, but something tells me I won’t leave this office until I give him something. So, I give him the only thing I can. The truth. Well as much of the truth as I can without actually giving him anything.
“Because your club pays better than any of the others I interviewed at. I need to make money. I can do that here. Not that it’s any of your business, but I also looked for waitressing jobs. Again, the pay was poor. I would have had to work more than a week to earn what I can in one night dancing here. I am a dancer. Have been since I was a child. Ballet to be precise. But I can acclimatize to most forms of dance. My parents died in a car crash nearly a year ago. I was left with nothing. I have no other family, so I had no other choice but to find work if I wanted to keep a roof over my head and food in my stomach.” I finish,glancing away from him and his penetrating gaze. I don’t want him to see the lies in my eyes.
“Hmm,” he hums, making my attention shift back to him. “Okay,Ocean,” the way he says my name, mocking but sensual, has wetness seeping into my panties. He smirks as if he knows the effect he has on me. “That’s all. You can get back to work.”
I jump out of my chair so quickly that I tumble forward and have to steady myself on his desk to stop myself from falling. “Thank you…” I trail off because I don’t know his name.
“Mr. Marchetti.” He drawls. “But you can call me Nico.”
I nod, shooting him a cautious smile. “Thank you, Nico.”
Before he can say anything else I practically run to the door, pulling it open in the next second. Stepping outside, I blow out the breath I was holding, only for my ears to prick when I hear a deep voice drawl. “Bad idea, Nico. You know it. I know it.”
There is a huffed laugh and then I hear Nico’s deep rumble. “Hmm. Maybe. But I always liked living life on the edge.”
Deep laughter sounds and before I can hear anymore or try to analyze what any of their conversation even means, I make my way back to the changing room.
***
A couple of hours later, I am pushing the key into the door of the small room with a private bathroom, that I rent in an all-female hostel, shoving it open and stepping inside. Though it’s a tiny space, it's cheap and only around four blocks from the club.
Blowing out a breath, I close and lock the door, then make my way over to my bed. I showered at the club, knowing I would be too exhausted to do it when I got home.
Dropping my bag down on the floor, I climb on the single bed and lie down. Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts go to the nightand my time in Nico Marchetti’s office. The intensity of him. The way he watched me. I shiver just thinking about it. Exhaling, I shake all thoughts of him from my head. I need to stay away from men like him. Not only does he exude danger, but he is also way too old for me. I don’t know his exact age, but I would put him in his late twenties, or early thirties. I snort to myself at the fact that I even think that’s the biggest issue here. His age is the least of my worries. I can’t be getting involved with anyone, let alone him. I need to focus on my game plan and do what I came here to do. And that is making enough money to eventually get my own place. Something that I can call mine. Small and cute. Maybe in a small town. Somewhere that I can never be found by my father.
I shiver just thinking of that word and push all thoughts ofDaddy dearestto the back of my head before I can even allow them to form.
I have managed this far without being caught. And I don’t have any intention of him ever finding me.
As long as I lay low, and keep doing what I am doing, I should be fine.
I can’t or won’t accept any other outcome.
Because if he ever finds me…
My life will be over.
Chapter 3
Nico
Aweek has passed since the night I called Ocean into my office. And in that time, I have been to The Executive Club a grand total of... every damn fucking night.
Though I pretend that I am here to work, I have never been in the club this much and it hasn’t escaped Dante’s or Leo’s notice – even though they would never say anything to me about my sudden obsessive interest in this place.
No matter what other shit I have going on, I always make an excuse to be here. It's infuriating to say the least. Because I know that no matter how much I try to lie to myself, my being here has nothing to do with running this club and everything to do with the enticing, petite, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl. I groan inwardly. Those eyes… Just like her name, they are as blue as the Ocean. So unique in their color that I have never seen anything close to the shade of them in my life. Without a doubt, I could easily get lost in her, inthem,if I allowed myself. And that’s a problem.
A bigfuckingproblem.
Fuck.
Running a frustrated hand through my hair, I blow out a breath, staring out the privacy window in my office. There is onlyone reason why I am here, and I grit my teeth as I wait for her to appear on stage. Like an obsessive stalker, I wait, just so I can catch a glimpse of her.
My door is pushed open, but I don’t move, knowing exactly who has entered without even looking. There are only two people in this world that would come into my office without knocking and I know for a fact it’s not my papà.
“Something interesting down there?” Dante drawls, humor lacing his tone.
