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He knows damn well what my meetings with Simmons are about. He’s been smart to keep his mouth shut and his opinions to himself. But with each meeting, I can sense his urge to confront me. And after last night, he sees I’m slipping in my sternness to run this club—something my father would never allow to happen if he were still alive.
But it’s a good thing no one tells me how to run things. I’m the one who makes the rules, not Fredrick. And I don’t give a rat’s ass if my father would approve or not. He’s buried so deep, his opinion on the matter is just that: dead and void.
I’m still staring down at Jensen when the realization fully hits me. It’s her who’s going to give me the push I need to finally walk away. She’s the breath of fresh air I needed to finally think clearly. My savior. I see such life in her. So much of my old self that I know I can be that person once again. I see myself being that person with her. Holding a camera once again, capturing life’s beauty as I once embraced it. Having her flawless skin fill my screen. Whisking her away to all the beautiful places in the world, which wouldn’t hold a candle next to her. Never return to this town. The place that has destroyed my youth.
Hard realization hits me. She’s still in her youth. She has her whole life ahead of her. Why would she leave everything for a man like me?
She’s just going to have to be convinced.
I toss my phone on the chair and pick up the file Fredrick dropped off this morning. Jensen starts to stir, and her hands wipe away some drool from her chin. She flips, now laying on her stomach, her cute little ass cheeks on display.
I smile, and the reaction feels foreign. I fucking smile at the way this girl just sprawls out in my bed, as if she just got the best night’s sleep. Then again, this is the second time she’s slept like a baby in my bed. My smile fades, thinking about what kind of beds she’s forced to sleep on in those dorms.
Her little groans let me know she’s starting to wake up. She begins to stretch, pulling one leg to her chest, exposing that sweet pussy of hers.
She lifts her head, her hair a complete mess. “Shit, what time is it?” She’s looking for a clock, which I don’t have. I stand there and wait for her to remember she’s naked and gets shy with me. My smile is back on my face at the confusion growing on hers. Then it happens. She squirms to grab the sheet, covering herself. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pass out. I’m getting up.” She sits up, clenching the sheet for dear life, looking for her clothes.
“Good. Be dressed and ready to go in five minutes.” I walk away just as a pillow hits my back.
“Seriously, are you ever not a prick?” I turn to her and offer my deviant smile.
“No.” I wink at her, then head toward the kitchen for coffee.
It doesn’t take long before she’s dressed, and the stomping of her feet echoes across my tile floor. “Thanks for the ride last night, asshole.” She walks past me, then stops. “Oh yeah…and here’s your stalker phone.” Pulling it out of her purse, she sets the device on the counter. She goes to leave when I stop her.
“Where are you going exactly?”
She twists to face me, her eyes throwing daggers. “Uh, I’m leaving, as you so rudely requested.”
I toss the file I’m holding on the long counter, forcing her to catch it before it falls to the ground. “I told you to get ready. I didn’t tell you to leave.”
“You said be ready. Pretty much same thing.”
“Correct, because I want to show you something. I’d hate for you to walk through the club naked…unless that’s what you prefer now that you’ve earned your naughty stripes.” I can’t hide my smile. Her blushing cheeks please me like no other. She doesn’t know what to say, which makes me even happier. About time I found a way to shut her up.
She loses our little stare down battle and brings her eyes to the folder. “What is this?” She opens the file and scans the documents inside.
“It’s the numbers from last night. Total capacity, bar totals, private room fees. Profit and loss. I want you to look at it.”
Her head snaps up. “Why?”
“Your major is business, isn’t it?”
She returns with a peculiar look. “Yeah, but I know nothing about running a business.”
“You know enough to point out the club is over capacity. The bar is losing money. The private rooms are lacking toys.” I throw the last one in to mess with her, and her eyes go wide.
