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“I really don’t want to be here longer than I have to be.” Rolla pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay I think I can cause a commotion outside today if that nosy as fuck witch isn’t up my ass. It should draw Arden out and you can make your way up to his office.”
“It’s locked and you just said there are cameras everywhere.”
Rolla glared at him. “Do I have to think of everything myself?”
Micha shook his head. “No, give me a few nights. I almost have the code.” It was a lie but one he hoped she believed.
“Almost,” she scoffed. “And how do you plan to get it? You’ve had more than enough time. I was hired to watch and help you but you haven’t done shit but prance around here.” She mumbled under her breath, looking even more agitated.
Micha audibly swallowed. “I’ve been up there a few times. I’ve even been to his private room.”
Rolla laughed, but it was void of humor. “Of course you have. You and every slut around here.”
His head snapped up, and his brows furrowed. Micha wasnota slut. And neither were the rest of the hosts for that matter.
Rolla lifted her hands with an evil grin on her face. “Hey, I call it like I see it. That’s what this whole club is. A bunch of supernaturals catering to stupid human fantasies trying to change our image from monsters to some pathetic, obedient lap dogs.” She waved at Micha. “You’re the fucking poster child for it.”
Her watch started to beep, and she sighed. “Time’s up.” She pointed at him. “Get your head in the game, stop playing make believe. You have a job to do.”
She walked out of his bedroom, but Micha found it no easier to breathe. He checked the time, and he didn’t have enough of it to collect himself. Micha had no choice but to run down the stairs even as he still trembled from the conversation.
As he stepped into the lounge, soft music played in the background, but Micha could barely hear it. He made his way to his section and thought about going to the bar to ask for a shot or four, but Arden was the only one over there, and there was no way the dragon would give it to him before work without a shit ton of questions.
He forced out a breath as clients were let in. His first group was two couples. It took him half of their allotted time to loosen up and become the host, Micha. He made up for his less than great service in the beginning by the end of it. When time was up, both sets of couples were laughing and flirting with him.
Micha stood up and kissed each of their hands, earning a giggle from the women and a blush from their partners. “Please come again. I would love to spend more time with all of you.”
“You’re honestly so adorable,” one of the women squealed.
She offered Micha a tip, and he smiled. “You can drop that off with the receptionist who collects all the tips. Thank you again.”
As they left, he felt better. Many of the hosts were in various versions of pajamas or lingerie. The host bar was booming with repeat customers and new people. Since Micha was booked already, he didn’t need to go out on the floor and entertain the other customers, tempting them into purchasing a session with him.
The newest client plopped down in Micha’s booth. He put back on his host smile and turned to the man with a grin. Before it rapidly fell away.No, it couldn’t be. The man that sat in his booth looked entirely too much like his ex. They had the same blond hair, pink lips, and vibrant blue eyes. It looked as if someone had cloned the man.
Micha’s stomach dropped, and a cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck and hands.
The man sniffed the air. A smile looked out of place on his face.
“Wow these places are even better than I thought.” He licked his lips. “You smell like honey, a real life angel, what an added bonus.” He snapped at Micha, his smile dropping. “Are you going to just stand there all night?”
Micha attempted to shake himself of the memories that threatened to take hold of him. The man was a stranger; his ex was dead; he’d seen it himself. This was a pale imitation, but one that struck fear to the core of him anyway.
“No I, um, sorry, what can I get you to drink?” Micha asked around a lump in his throat.
“A cherry soda is fine and hurry up. I paid a lot of money to book with you and I don’t like being cheated.”
Micha nodded and turned on his heels; he made his way over to the bar and a part of him wanted to reach out for Arden. He stopped himself; it didn’t make sense, and the dragon would no doubt be upset with him. Micha opened the fridge and grabbed the soda along with a cup he filled with ice. If it wasn’t an alcoholic drink, the host made it themselves and he was glad to take some time to think and breathe.
He made his way back to his booth, his movements slightly sluggish. His feet felt heavy, as if he had cement blocks as shoes.
“About time,” the man said as he patted the seat next to him. “Come on, I want to see why all my buddies rave about this place.”
Micha took a seat and offered the drink, but the man didn’t take it. Instead, he leaned forward and took a sip from the straw, leaving the drink in Micha’s hands as if he was some kind of servant.
“You know I’ve never seen a nephilim. I heard they stay in the ritzy neighborhoods.”
He reached out and touched Micha’s wings, and flashbacks came crashing through his mind. Micha jumped up instantly and the glass spilled, dumping cherry soda all over the man’s lap.
