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“I mean, I’m a photographer and I want you to be my model. What do you say about it?”
“Umm…I don’t think I’ll be the right one for it. Thank you for the offer but I’ve never done anything like that,” I said. I wasn’t expecting to have an offer like that.
“Actually, you’re doing something like that,” he said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still feeling confused.
“Alex takes sensual photographs, Flame. You’re dancing to create sexuality and Alex creates art from that sexuality.” Xander answered my question. He looked like he was also considering this offer.
“I…I don’t know,” I answered and Xander stood up immediately with my answer. When he was standing, he dominated the space. He radiated power around him as Alex spread the fun. Xander extended me a card.
“Think about it and call me when you make up your mind.”
“I thought Alex was the photographer? Why should I call you?” I asked while taking the card. He smirked at my answer.
“Because I want you to.”
I didn’t know what to say after that answer, because he looked like a man who always gets what he wants. That’s why I didn’t answer and with a brief nod I left the booth. Before I went far I heard them talking.
“She’s so hot.” Alex groaned. I couldn’t help my smile. The feeling was totally mutual.
“But I thought you weren’t interested in my offer,” Alex continued, sounding amused.
I waited for Xander’s answer. I don’t know why but his answer seemed more important to me.
His answer came in a husky voice and made my breath quicken.
“I want her. Any way I can.”
After I made two more rounds to the VIP section, Channing and the girls finally set me free. My legs were killing me, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep like a log for days after tonight but I knew I had to see my boss first.
I walked toward his office, all the while wishing for him to not be there, but when his office door sprang open I knew I had to do this.
“Hi, Will. I’m calling it a night but before going home I wanted to see what paperwork I need to sign.”
I tried to make it clear that I wasn’t planning on staying long with him, in private.
“Come in, Violet. Let’s talk about business, first,” he said winking at me. He was really good-looking and young for someone who owns a club like this. It was one of the best. If only he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, we would get along so well.
He stood up from his chair and motioned for me to take a seat in front of the desk.
“Let me explain to you a few things about this club, love,” he said and walked around his desk. His office was masculine but soulless at the same time. There wasn’t any personal thing in his office. Nor a picture or hobby object. Everything was wooden and brown. He sat before me on the coffee table.
“This club is very special. I’ve done everything in my power to make it the best and I’ll keep doing that,” he said in an arrogant way.
“Yeah. It’s so good here,” I murmured nervously.
“This club has strict order about employees and customers. Our customers are all our members. It’s not a usual club where anyone can walk in. To be here, they have to be members or must have come as a guest of a member or must come here with special permission. So you have to respect everyone. Especially VIPs. Everyone is special and has good connections here, but VIPs are everything to this club. Understood?” he said and continued after I answered with a nod.
“Your schedule will be flexible. This year I’m planning new things. On Thursdays and Fridays, more dancers will be here. Also, special shows will happen on this stage so you’ll be either free at those hours or you’ll help the waitresses. And you will do only one show on those nights. Other details are in the files. Any questions?” he said in a very business-like tone.
I looked at the files Will placed in front of me.
“No, I don’t have any questions.”
“Okay, then. You just need to sign these two files. I’m not so strict about paperworks but I want to be sure no one will damage my club,” he said as I read the files.
One was about my job requirements, what I should do and shouldn’t. How many hours I’ll work and all the details. The other one was about “if I quit the job” policy. It was more like a non-disclosure agreement. If I quit the job or was fired, I mustn’t talk about the dynamics in the club or about customers or anything else. I must never give the names to anyone.
