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Kiera agreed, excited and giving me a huge hug. We had a five-way group hug that left me feeling lighter and glad something I’d received from an asshole was being put to good use.
Lewis already had something pulled up on his tablet. “I would like to suggest this first-floor living room with the view be more the quiet lounge. Downstairs with the wet bar can have the huge TV and be more for guests and being louder. Not a hard rule but a general one. Noise would echo around here with the gorgeous ceilings.”
They all agreed, wanting to set up the one wall with their books and everyone could use them as long as there was no folding of pages and such. It was kind of amusing as I got the chance to see a bit more into their personalities and quirks.
Like Mindy made it clear there needed to be a larger and better washer and dryer. She was finicky with her bedding and clothes and wanted steam as an option.
Fair enough, and I didn’t even wash my clothes unless I had to undercover.
Lewis wasn’t happy that the garage only had three spots. I told him that he was not bringing his vintage car collection here for them to have to deal with when he was weird about them.
“No, I just meant we’ll each need a spot for normal cars,” he clarified.
“I don’t have one,” Kiera and Mindy both said, Kiera continuing. “Though maybe we get one for Mindy and me to share for emergencies.”
“You can have keys to mine,” Melissa offered. “I barely use it. I pay too much to park it and feel like it’s a waste, but once a month or so I just need to go for a drive and feel…” She shrugged.
We all nodded. We all had things like that.
They handled more and more details, and it left me feeling warm and fuzzy that things were working out as they were.
Which really helped when I was called in to the club I was undercover at suddenly. Well, “called in” was generous, more Lisa sent me a fucking text ordering me to come cover someone.
When I asked what was going on since supes didn’t get sick and there weren’t any humans at that club, steam about came out of my ears when she was a bitch with me. Apparently, I was being ungrateful that she thought of me and I came to that club because I wasn’t getting enough hours.
So why was I bitching about the chance to get more fucking hours?
Right, because last-minute on a Sunday night to basically cover the last half of the club being open would make most people thrilled?
Bitch.
I still went, ready for this to be over and clean up the club. Being called in worked in my favor because it was a slower night and Lisa was sloppier than normal.
So were others.
I actually witnessed a guy in the kitchen spit in the food Lisa ordered, laughing that it was his special seasoning for stupid demons. I learned so much that honestly I was pretty pissed how bad this club had fallen through the cracks. I’d promised that we wouldneverbe like other establishments and be the best.
The club in Jackson, Mississippi made me a liar and I didn’t like that.
“Are you okay?” Mason mumbled as I went to crawl into bed with him once I got home. “You’re so annoyed that it woke me.”
“Shit, I didn’t know that was even a thing,” I sighed, leaning over and giving him a kiss. “Sorry. Go back to sleep.”
“It’s fine. I might not remember it all.” He lifted the bedding and got me tucked in next to him, hugging me like I was his favorite thing ever. “Tell me what happened.”
“The club is really a disaster, and I swore we wouldn’t be like other places. I’m—I failed. A lot. All over. And I’m tired of having to constantly see that.”
“You did your job, Jasmine. You saved the people and took it over. If it’s not beingrunthe way it was meant to, that’s not your fucking fault,” he said firmly. “The others have admitted it. Natalia and…”
“Rita,” I offered, though really Ally as well. I snorted. “And Joshua. The chef spit in the manager’s food and is a complete asshole. Hates demons.”
“Yeah, that’s not your fault, and they need to do better. They’ve admitted it. I know it’s hard, but you could do the same at a different club and find it pristine and following what it should.” He sighed when I simply nodded. “It’s like you need another couple of you just to do this for your clubs. I heard they switch out dancers all of the time. You told me that. So let them. Have several undercover.”
“Smart men are the best,” I praised.
He kissed my hair. “Good, now get some sleep.”
I did and the next morning I was in corporate early to discuss what I was finding with the other VPs.
