Page 9 of Darkness

As I’m deep in thought about everything, a guy and woman step up onto the table and start dancing. A double strip show. What the hell? This is surreal and I don’t know how I feel right now. Watching the show in front of me as the music is playing around us, the only thing I can think about is; where is he?

Watching the strippers dancing together has turned me on. I never thought I would be turned on by the strippers, but looks like I’m learning a few things about myself lately. It is definitely a show worth watching again. It’s crazy, but even the woman turned me on, and as soon as I realized that I knew it was time to slow down on my drinking. I know I can’t stop drinking because Katy keeps filling my glass back up, even before I’m finished.

“Tonight, has been amazing.” I wrap my arms around Katy as we continue to dance, and I almost trip over her foot, but she catches me and we both start laughing.

“Hello ladies.” I turn around and see the man who brought us up to this floor.

“It’s Mr. Upgrade. Thank you for tonight. It’s been amazing.” I walk over to him and he quickly takes a step back. “I was only going to hug you.” His reaction is strange, why did he step back?

“If there is anything else you need for the night, please let the waiters know. I only came to see how you are.” He looks over at the rest of the group, who cheer loudly, saying how they’ve enjoyed the night.

He starts to walk away, but I quickly stand in front of him. “Hi, I was wondering, is he here?” I ask. I just need to know if he is here and that it was his gaze that felt watching me and not someone from my past.

“In his office.” He winks, then walks away.

Where the hell is his office? He said that, like I should know where that is. Oh my God, what am I doing? I can’t stop myself from walking towards the stairs. Sipping on my wine, as I stare at the stairs. Which direction should I? Up or down.

I feel someone push past me, forcing me to go up the stairs. So I do it. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I find him. Maybe it’s the alcohol making me reckless, but I just want to see him. I need to know if he feels this pull as much as I go.

I stop by the only door. I try the handle and knock as I open the door, slowly. “Yes!” I hear him shout. He’s sitting at his desk looking through some paperwork. It gives me a second to quickly glance around his office, which is dark and mysterious. Just like the man sitting behind his desk. It’s sexy .

The TV screens showing footage of the whole club are to the side of him. A large dark wood desk sits in the middle of the back wall, with a black chair. The rest of the office has windows which are all overlooking the club. There’s a couch to the side, which isn’t black, but a dark brown color, and there is a door leading to somewhere on the other side of the wall.

As I finish scanning his office, I stop in my tracks and jump a little as the door closes behind me, attracting his attention. Mr. Cain just stares at me. He doesn’t have a suit jacket on, his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbow showing off his tattoos. He’s so hot.

He doesn’t say anything, he just keeps staring at me. I was hoping he would say something, so I don’t feel like I’ve made a mistake coming here.

Finishing my glass of wine, I smile. “I only wanted to say thank you for upgrading us to the third floor. It’s amazing. Your club is… I have no words. It is something special, and I have to say your strippers are hot.” Shut up. I tell myself, but no, I continue to talk. That’s what happens when I drink too much, and I’m nervous at the same time, which makes it worse for me.

“This was my first time here, and if there isn’t a waiting list, or a line around the corner, I will one hundred percent come back. I wish you’d say something.” I see his eyes moving over my body, and in those few seconds I feel naked. “I bet if you smiled, you’d be so handsome.” What the hell am I saying?

He gets up from his black chair, and walks around the table and leans on it, his sexy tattooed arms crossed over his chest.

“I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but ugly has never been one of them.” His voice sends a whole new electricity bolt through my core and hits right between my legs.

“No, that’s not what I was trying to say. You are so far from ugly. I mean have you seen yourself? You should be on the cover of a lot of magazines, because your eyes alone are gorgeous, and your whole-” I wave my hand gesturing to his whole body. “-well from the suit it fits like a glove and looks like you have a sexy body.” Why can't I shut up? Why is he not telling me to shut up? “I just thought you’d have a handsome smile.”

“The cages are so cool-” I continue talking about all the stuff I love about the club, waiting for him to tell me to shut up. I have no idea what is happening but as I talk to him, I’m moving closer to him.

Why does it feel like he controls my body right now? He hasn’t said anything to me. At all. I’m willing to do anything he asks me to do right now. But why?

Stop talking Autumn-Rose! I almost shout the words out loud to myself.

“Are you finished?” he asks me, with a hard loud roar, which makes me take a step back.

It makes me wonder how many times he just told me to shut up and I didn’t hear him. My eyes linger on his lips, which are nice and, he’s got a few days grown beard, which only makes him look hotter, and more dangerous at the same time.

Why do I want those lips to kiss me?

“I’m sorry, I talk when I’m nervous, or tipsy.” I wave the empty glass in front of me. “And you are-” I stop and quickly move to the side when the door opens up behind me, turning to see who it is. “Hi Mr. Upgrade.” Not replying, he talks to Mr. Cain.

“I’m leaving, what time are you getting there?”

“I’ll leave in an hour,” he replies and the guy walks out without another word.

I smile when I feel him watching me. “Again, thank you for the experience of the club.” I walk to the door quickly and leave, that has got to be the worst thing I have ever done in my life. I’m sure he’s going to think I’m a fucking crazy person.

Who knows I probably won’t even see him again. I’ve been training Poppy for almost two months and have never seen him. His club is over the road from where I live, and I’ve never seen him coming or going. The universe might keep us apart, because I hope it does. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.

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