Rhea POV
I awake, and Damien is gone. I can still smell him. He smells heavenly. He left a note on the table.
* I enjoyed our night. You looked beautiful. See you soon, Damien*
I hold the note for a moment. I wonder if working for him would be a good idea. I wonder why he wants to help me. I wonder why me of all people. I am sure I am not even qualified to work for him. Why on earth would he want me? It would be great to get out of this hell hole. The only good thing about this place is Tyler. I hate Randall. I would love to get away from him.
Randall comes in, "Hey, that guy left you a tip. Tyler is adding it to your account. What did you do for that? Did you fuck him?" he says with a smirk on his face.
Damn Randall. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Nobody here likes you, not even the girls that kiss your ass.
"We talked. I am just that good, " I respond.
I can tell the wheels are turning. He is hoping I did something more. He wants to reprimand me or at least have something to blackmail me with. He probably just wants to hear about it. Some of the girls tell him about their clients. Not me. What goes on in the rooms is private and most certainly none of his business.
"Well, I better not find evidence of anything else in this room. If I do, you are fired," he yells at me. Randall starts going through the trash and looking in the bathrooms. He is looking for condoms. He examines the couch. Eww, How gross. Is he seriously looking for stains?
"Seriously, Randall. The guy is just lonely and likes to talk. Stop being a jerk. Are you jealous or something," I say.
He slings the door open. "Times up. You need to leave so we can clean up this room. I need it for another client," he says.
"I need to get my things. He paid for 12 hours. I have plenty of time to get my things together. So stop acting like a jerk. The room is mine for now," I say.
Tyler comes running to the room. Tyler loves some good drama. If I ever want to know what is going on in the club, I ask him He knows everybody's business.
"You guys okay? I heard shouting. I was afraid something was wrong with Rhea," Tyler asks.
"Yes, love. Can you help me get my things? Randall here is tossing me out of the room. You know the room Damien paid for the night. He says he needs it," I say with the most sarcastic tone.
"Actually. The room is still yours for another hour. So you can take your time. I do not think anyone else has booked it, " Tyler says after checking his tablet.
"I need it. I want her out of here. I am pretty sure this room with need a deep clean as soon as we find where all the sex happened. It is here I know I will find the evidence," Randall says.
I grab the wine bottles and my note. "You know what, Randall, Fuck you!" I scream.
Randall is visibly shocked, and Tyler cannot believe I stood up for myself. I don't normally let Randall get to me like this. But I am not going to be accused of having sex with a client. That is forbidden, and it just pisses me off.
Randall grabs me. "You are not going to talk to me that way bitch. You are done here," he screams at me.
Tyler steps in between us. "Dude, let her go. She is top-billed. Do you want to lose her? Do you have any idea how much money the club would lose if she quits?" Tyler asks him.
Randall lets go of my arm. "No. She needs to watch her mouth. She is the one acting like a bitch," he says.
Randall storms out of the room. I can hear him fussing down the hall as he tries to find someone to take out his frustrations on. He is such an asshole.
"Hey Ty, Damien left a lot of wine and champagne. I ate all the oysters, but I left you some food. Help yourself," I tell him.
Tyler runs over to the table and grabs three bottles. "I will take these," he says.
I look at the bottles. "Good choices, boo, How about that breakfast I promised you," I say.
Tyler kisses me on the cheek. "Girl, We are about to eat well. Wait until you see the tip he left. Are you going to tell me all about the night, or will I have to pry it out of you," Tyler says.
He helps me grab my things, and we head to my dressing room.
I have to decide if I am going to tell Tyler. Shit, I have to tell him something because I am not coming to work tonight. He can be my voice of reason.
"Ty, I have to be off tonight," I say.
Tyler sits my things down, "Why, what's up?" he asks.
I walk over to the small white sink in my dressing room. I start washing my makeup off my face. "I have a business proposal I need to attend to," I say.
Tyler looks at me in that you are hiding something look. "Really? Is it Mr.Sexy? You can tell me you know I can keep a secret," he says.
He keeps staring at me as I pull my hair up into a ponytail. "I will tell you everything over breakfast. You have to keep it quiet until I decide what I am going to do," I say.
Tyler hands me a pair of leggings and a top. I dress quickly.
"Did you?" Tyler asks.
"Did I what?" I respond.
"Did you sleep with him?" he asks.
I stand in front of Tyler. I put my hands on both of his shoulders. "Ty, Do you think I would sleep with him here?" I ask.
Randall comes into my room without knocking. "Hey, I need you here tonight early. You have several bookings," he says.
"I am not on the books for tonight. I took off," I say.
"I know you did, but you have a request, and you will honor it," he says. He walks out the door and slams it.
I look at Tyler and smile. "Boo Boo, I will not be here tonight. Fuck Randall and fuck those bookings," I say.
Tyler laughs, "Fuck Randall. He will get over it. I will reroute the bookings and cover for you. Do not worry about a thing," Ty says.
“Thanks. Now let us go get you some pancakes,” I say.
Rhea POV
At 530 pm, a car is parked outside my apartment. That has to be one of Damien's guys. I dress sexy but conservative. Big hair and smokey dark eyes. No boots. I do not want to fall on my face again. That was embarrassing enough once. Although when he removed my boots, that was hot.
Damien seems to love dark colors. I wear my black skirt, a black silk blouse, and heels. I slip in a pair of black earrings and put on a black necklace. I pull my hair back in a cute ponytail. It is puffed up big with curls, just the way he likes it. I look stunning, if I do say so myself. Watch out, Damien, because here I come.
I look out the window, and the driver is standing beside the car, waiting patiently. I wonder why he got here so early. I am not going down until 6. I check my makeup to make sure it is perfect. I hope I am not wearing too much. Who am I kidding? I know Damien likes a lot of makeup. Why I do not know. He loves that gothic romance look.
Damien Damien. Why on earth do you want me to work for you? I will have my answers soon enough. Fuck it. I am going to go on down. I grab my cell and put it in my little black purse, and head out the door. It is better to be early anyway.
As I approach the car, a huge man calls to me, "Rhea?"
"Yes, that is me," I answer.
"I thought so. He said to look for a beautiful creature, and that is definitely you," he says.
"Aww, how sweet of him and you," I respond.
"I admit he did show me a picture. My name is Jack, and I will be your driver this evening," Jack says as he opens the door.
I get into the black sedan and get comfortable. Damien sent a bottle of red wine for me to sip on while I rode. Is he trying to get me drunk, surely not.
"Is it a long drive, Jack? Do I have time to sip this wine?" I ask.
Jack gets adjusted in his seat," It is about an hour, give or take. You have plenty of time to indulge yourself," he says.
"Oh, okay. I poured myself a glass of wine. Can you leave the divider open between us, so I do not feel so closed in? The closed-off space freaks me out a bit, if that is okay with you?" I ask.
"You can sit in the front if you will be more comfortable. There is more room back there. It is up to you. I will leave it down. Let me know if you need anything," he says.
"No, that is okay. I am fine. I just do not like feeling closed in. So if you will leave the divider open between, I will be fine," I respond.
Jack shakes his head, "As you wish, my lady," he says.
The drive is not that bad. It seems like I have been in the car forever. I do not think I have ever been to this end of the city. The water looks so much more clear on this end. The houses are huge. I wonder how much further until we get to Damiens. This end of the city is way out of my price range. I don’t think I can even afford one of the mailboxes out here.
"Jack, Are we getting close," I ask.
"We are almost there, five more minutes, " he responds.
We come to a long drive, and Jack turns in. Damien's house sits on the water. Of course, it does. This place is huge. Am I crazy for coming here? Probably. I am probably completely out of my mind for coming here. I may end up at the bottom of the river by the end of the night. This is slightly stupid of me, but I am trying to keep an open mind. If I work for him, it could change things for me drastically.
Damien POV
I see the car approaching. I have no idea why I am so nervous. There is a lot to discuss with her tonight. She will either accept or run. I hope she accepts. I need her with me. I have known I needed her since I saw her in the den of fantasies. She does not belong there. She should be with me. I want to take care of her. First, I have to figure out how to woo her into being mine forever.
This is crazy in all my years, I have never come in contact with a human that made me want them the way I want her. I will give her everything. She can be my queen. She will never want for anything ever. I will see to it. Even if she rejects me, I will make sure her life is perfect.
I hear her laughter. I rush down the stairs to meet her. She knows how to make an entrance. I hope she isn’t wearing those awful boots that cover up her beautiful legs. I do not need her falling, either.
"Hello, Beautiful. I am so happy to see you," I say and kiss her on the cheek. How I would love to do more. I want to kiss her everywhere and give her pleasures she has never known. I cannot think like that right now. I have to focus.
"Damien. The drive out here is beautiful. Thank you so much for having me," she says as she returns the kiss on my cheek.
"I am so glad you are here. We have so much to talk about, but first, you know I prepared you a meal," I say. She smiles.
"Thank you so much. You are always so good to me, " she says.
I lead her into my dining room. I pull out her chair and push her up to the table. "Wine, my lady," I ask. She nods, and I pour her a glass.
"Damien, I have to admit I drank the bottle on the way over here. I am a little tipsy. So don’t let me land on my face," she says.
"Would you prefer tea, water, or a coke? You don’t have to drink wine. What would rather have," I ask.
"No, No wine is fine," she says.
Good, maybe if she is relaxed, she will understand my unique position. I sit down beside her. The servants enter and begin serving soup and bread. They exit quickly. They have specific instructions not to bother us unless asked for something.
"I hope you like soup. This is one of my favorites. It is an Italian soup my chef makes. It is fabulous," I say.
"Damien, why am I here? I know you want to offer me a job, and I know I was invited, but my mind is going to a thousand places. Set me at ease and answer this one question. Why am I here," she asks.
I sit my spoon down. "Keep eating, and I will level with you," I say.
Here goes nothing.