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“I know nothing about—”
“I’m kidding. Now, if you’re ready, walk the floor with me.” I place my coffee mug on the counter and escort her to the main floor. I start reading off the information I know from what I scanned earlier.
“You’re right in your observations. The bar is losing money. Since the increase in membership over the last two years, the place is overbooked. We’re packed every night. That’s even after allowing the headcount to go over capacity by three percent.”
I walk Jensen through the closed bar area. The bar is so different in daylight. If I didn’t know what really took place at night, I would easily mistake this club for a normal establishment. But after all these years, the things I’ve seen…endured…the person it’s turned me into, I won’t change my decision, and I need someone from the outside I can trust. Fredrick has shown his true colors as of late. I need someone who will give it to me straight. Besides Simmons, there are very few people I trust to handle this. And strangely enough, Jensen is one of them. I want out, and she’s gonna help me do it.
“So, I’m still confused. What exactly is it I’m looking for?”
We walk across the empty dance floor to the other side of the club, and I lead her into the conference room off to the side. I had Fredrick retrieve all documents showing the figures from the past six months—another issue he pushed back on. “I want you to tell me where the profit and loss is within the club. What the total worth of this club is to a buyer.”
Her eyebrows go up, offering me another curious look, but doesn’t respond. Once she sees all the paperwork laid out neatly in stacks, she nods and gets down to business. I sit on my phone and return messages while I watch her work. When I had Fredrick find anything and everything about her, I learned about her scholarship in business. The program only handed those out to five of their top elite applicants—and she came in second on that list. Her test scores were close to perfect. Her high school GPA was a 4.0 with honors. She was top of her class in math, ranking seventh in the entire district of her state. She could have gone anywhere and been accepted.
I gave her the tools she needed. She sat on Excel for the first hour, punching in numbers and highlighting specifics: room fees, bar tabs, liquor orders. Curiosity had me at a standstill, wondering what she possibly could find that my men, even Simmons, couldn’t. Another hour went by and she still hadn’t lifted her eyes away from the computer. Once we hit the third hour, I begin to get restless. The last hour is spent staring at her lips while she mumbles numbers. I can’t stop imagining my cock in her mouth, working me…those small whimpers that leave her lips as she sucks me off.
“It’s getting hard to work with you staring at me. And kinda starting to creep me out, to be honest.”
I snap out of it, realizing she’s looking at me. “Yes, well…how much more time do you need? It’s past lunchtime and I’m starving.” I want to say for her sweet cunt, but the fact guilts me. I have yet to offer her food and it’s nearing one in the afternoon.
“Right. I’ll just get out of your hair then. It shows that—”
“Jensen, I’m planning on taking you to lunch.” I shake my head at her. I guess I haven’t done a thing to lead her to believe I want her in my presence. The way she satisfied me last night, I’m not sure I’ll ever let her out of my sight.
“Oh. Got it. Right. Lunch. I’m actually really hungry. Starving…” she trails off. Back is the uncomfortable shy girl I first met.
I suggest we table her findings until later and head to a highly sought Asian restaurant in the heart of downtown. I need to get her in a public setting and shut down the urges telling me to make her ride me right here in the conference room, then take her back upstairs and fuck her in every single crevice of my loft. My mind takes me to a dark place at all the things I want to do to her. All the things I want to teach her, train her, discipline her.
“I’m not the lunch, am I?”
She’s dressed in a fitted white tank top, accentuating her perfect tits, and an even tighter pair of yoga pants. I sent Fredrick out before she woke to grab her some clothes since I trashed hers. She looks absolutely edible. The things my mind already has me doing to her. I’m not sure a simple lunch will ever cure the appetite I have for her. The way she stirs the beast inside me is alarming. I’m a sexual man, with very strong restraints, but with her, my mind struggles to set limits.
