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“Okay,” she mumbles.
Where’s the little firecracker who lobbed a stiletto at the boss gone?
“I’ll escort you,” I offer.
“There’s no need.” She shakes her head, looking completely dejected now. “I know the way.”
“Boss insisted.”
I guide her through the corridor with my palm on the small of her back, bypassing the changing rooms and taking her directly to the stairs that lead to North’s office. I swear I’m imagining her trembling beneath my touch, but I flex my fingers against her spine anyway, trying to reassure and comfort her. I don’t know why she’s suddenly so nervous.
I want to stop and ask her if she’s okay, but North stressed the importance of bringing her straight up as soon as she arrived tonight because he’s in some sort of crisis mode, and I did already hold her up at the door, chatting with her friend.
At the foot of the stairs she takes a deep, fortifying breath and then begins the climb. My eyes are glued to her arse the entire time. I always thought she had a great, tight little body, but in those shoes, paired with that dress, she looks fucking phenomenal. The urge to skim my hands up the back of herlegs and raise the hem of her dress up over her arse is pure temptation, and I’m only saved from what would likely be a sexual harassment case by her reaching the top of the stairs, knocking gently on the door, and my best friend calling out for us to enter.
I watch in rapt fascination as all four of my business partners drink Candy in and shock slowly registers on their faces. Yeah, she looks that fucking different.
When no-one says anything for a moment, Candy begins to squirm, so I guide her into the room with my hand on her back again, liking the way she seems to lean into my touch for comfort.
North swallows a couple of times before clearing his throat and speaking.
“Candy. I’m glad you’re here. Come in, take a seat.”
He gestures to the empty leather couch and comes out from behind his desk to sit on the one opposite, where Dash and Wint are also seated. Frost is standing behind them, scowling as per usual.
“Umm, hi.” She steps forward and takes her seat, her fingers twisting in the hem of her dress. I drop down beside her on the sofa and spread my legs wide so that my thigh brushes hers in solidarity. She looks so nervous and nothing like the total sexpot I opened the door downstairs to.
“Thanks for coming straight up,” North begins.
“Am I in trouble?” she asks in a low, timid voice. Wint frowns, his expression mirroring my own.
“Trouble? Why would you think that?”
“Umm, because you had the bouncer escort me straight up here without letting me get changed for work. You’re firing me aren’t you? Because I lost my temper yesterday.” She drags her gaze up from the floor, looks at the small cut on North’s forehead and winces.
“No, Candy. You’re not getting fired and you’re not in trouble either,” Wint says softly. Behind him, Frost snorts.
“I don’t understand why we’re all here then,” she says quietly.
“Candy, I think you’ve met everyone in the room, but allow me to formally introduce you all to my business partners and co-owners of the club.”
Her jaw drops as she stares at North, before her gaze flicks to each of us. When she finally comes to rest on me, her cheeks heat.
“Umm, hi,” she squeaks.
“Now that introductions are out of the way, I’ll cut right to the chase. One of our girls is out sick tonight and we have a VIP customer flying in from Seattle. He’s rented one of the private suites for the night and we need someone to accommodate his requests for the evening.”
Her eyes are so wide it’s almost comical. “Me?”
North nods. “Yes, you.”
“I can’t,” she hisses, clearly panicked.
“Let me clarify. He’s hosting an intimate poker event for a handful of people, pre-vetted by us, and we only require you to serve the room for the night.”
“S-serve how?”
I bark a laugh, unable to help myself. “Drinks, Sugar. Serve them drinks.”
