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I have to tear my gaze away from the juncture between her thighs and have to forcibly stop myself from inhaling her scent while I’m on my knees before her.
“There you go,” I say, handing her the slip of paper with her correct measurements on and forcing myself to look away from her stunning, almost naked body. She’s magnificent. A work of art. The most alluring fine dining experience I’ve ever wanted to sample.
She looks at the slip of paper, astonished that I was right, and also kind of gutted to lose her paycheck. I’m determined to find out why.
“T-thank you.”
“I’ll have your uniform waiting for you. Your shoes, you’re a four, right?”
“Yes.”
“Are you good with heels? You’re not going to be a liability and break your neck are you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
I can tell she’s lying, there’s an uncertainty in her eyes and a beautiful soft pink bloom across her cheeks.
I think she’ll look like a foal on ice, but it should be fun to watch.
Having seen how perfect her curves are as I was measuring her, I don’t bother to look away as she dresses. I take a seat on the couch and lean back, drinking from my glass of wine which until now was untouched. It’s like my own private striptease in reverse, but as each delectable inch of her skin is covered up and stolen from my view, it’s as much of a tease to me as a reveal. More so because I know I just had her bared before me and didn’t act on it. Much. I deserve sainthood.
Dressed, I watch her squirm nervously as I make her wait while I finish my wine. She probably thinks I’m being an asshole, but I need my erection to die down. When it does, I stand, place the empty glass on the table and offer her my arm. She hesitates for a second then takes it, and I show her to the front door. Once there, I lean in close, unable to resist invading her space for another opportunity to drown in her intoxicating scent.
I want to kiss her. Pull her into my arms and not let her leave.
Instead, I tell her, “I have a car waiting to take you home.” I’m pretty sure she was planning to walk. I don’t even know where the nearest bus stop is, and I doubt she could afford the taxi fare back home.
“Thank you.” The car pulls up and she walks towards it. Just as she’s about to get in and close the door, I call out to her.
“Candy? I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. I’ll send you the details tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
I wave as the car pulls away, content to stand on the doorstep for a moment to think. It’s stopped raining anyway, even thoughthe porch would shelter me. It’s a crisp, clear night, with billions of stars stretching out above me.
I know I’m misleading her, that she thinks she’s taking a job in a normal bar and not a club, but I truly believe this is for the best. She needs my help, but if she knew the truth, she wouldn’t take it. Her fiery defiance at my command to remove her clothing was sufficient to tell me that she’s not desperateenough. Not yet anyway.
I’m not convinced she’s cut out for our world, even though there’s a little steel in her. I wonder if North will make her bend or break. Either way, I hope he lets me watch, and maybe join in.
CANDY
Holy shit that was a surreal experience. Even as I sit in the back of the cab being driven away from one of the nicest homes I’ve ever seen, I still have to pinch myself to check I’m not dreaming. Was that real? Did it really happen? Have I been offered a trial at a bar that pays an obscene amount of money per shift? I have to be missing something. It can’t be that simple.
Elle’s mother, Beatrix, always said if something seems too good to be true then it probably is.
I want this to be real though.Needit to be.
As the cab drives through the dimly lit streets, I can’t shake off the gnawing feeling of doubt that is creeping up on me. If I’m honest, I’ve been struggling to make ends meet for months, way before losing the job at the diner, because it wasn’t making ends meet anyway, and so the offer of a bar job this lucrative is something I can’t pass up. Even if it’s not entirely what it seems.
After that bizarre interview in that luxurious mansion, I feel like there’s something off about everything, but I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.
Until then, I lose myself in the memory of Wint’s hands ghosting along my bare legs. Real or imagined? I could certainly feel the heat from his palms, a stark contrast to the cold tapemeasure that traced the length of my legs. Fuck, just seeing him on his knees like that before me made my core clench with desire. I was so aroused I wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell me, as embarrassing as that would have been. Thankfully, if he did, he was gentleman enough not to pass comment on it.
Once the cab pulls up outside Elle’s house, I feebly offer to pay for the fare, relieved and embarrassed when the cabbie tells me it’s already covered.
That’s when I feel it. That, spiders crawling on my skin feeling I used to get on the streets whenever trouble was about to go down.
Shuddering, I try to shake it off, but it only intensifies as I step out of the cab. I can’t see anything out of the ordinary, though – just the same quiet neighbourhood I’ve become familiar with over the past few years that I’ve been visiting Elle.
