Page 4 of The Greek's Destruction

“Yes, that would be awesome! Come, you have to do a shot with us,” she says, taking my hand, pulling me towards the other women and men.

“Unfortunately, I can’t at the moment. I still have to make my rounds, but I promise to come back before the night is over,” I state.

“Surely one shot won’t hurt you, Paris,” a deep voice whispers in my ear.

I know that voice. Spinning around, my eyes widen. It was him, Balthazar Kourakos. The man who would occasionally haunt my dreams with his good looks and hot ass sex appeal. I haven’t seen him since the last night I worked at his club. I was getting ready to go on stage to do my first set when Xander came into the dressing room, telling me Mr. Kourakos had summoned me to come up to his office.

“But it’s my turn to go on stage.”

“Honey will go on for you, now go. You don’t want to keep the boss waiting,” Xander said with a smirk.

I sighed nervously, walking past him as he held the door open. I had never been in Mr. Kourakos’ office before. When I came in for my interview, the club manager did it at the bar. No one was allowed to go to the boss’ office unless you were summoned and that was never a good thing. So, I couldn’t fathom why he would want to see me on my last night here.

As I rounded the corner to his office, my heart rate quickened as I saw the security guard standing outside Mr. Kourakos’ door. He turned his head in my direction when he heard my heels hitting the wooden floor. His eyes drifted from my face to the black patent leather two-piece thong set I had on.

“Mr. Kourakos wants to see me,” I said, walking up to him.

He leered at me momentarily before nodding his head, then opening the door. Inhaling a calming breath, I stepped inside. Mr. Kourakos stood in the middle of floor to ceiling one way window, looking down at club with a drink in his hand.

“You can go, Marcus,” he told the guard.

I looked over my shoulder at the guard whose eyes were glued to my ass. His eyes shot up to mine when I cleared my throat and frowned at him. He smirked at me as he backed out of the room, then closed the door, silencing the loud music from entering the soundproof office.

Mr. Kourakos said nothing as he continued to stare out the window. Several seconds passed before I finally asked, “You wanted to see me, Mr. Kourakos?”

Keeping his back to me, he replied, “Tell me Nina, what are your plans now that you will not be a dancing here at The Elite after tonight?”

I tilted my head to the side, admiring his broad back in his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing the beautiful artwork of the tattoos on his arms. His suit pants were fitting nicely around his tight muscular ass too. Lord, this man was perfection on two legs. I often kept quiet when the other girls would talk about what they’d do to him if given the opportunity. Some even tried and found themselves without a job. I found it weird that given all the half-naked women walking around here, Mr. Kourakos never took advantage of his position as our boss, even though I’ve heard stories of Alistair and Xander having fun with some of the girls outside of the club. I figured Mr. Kourakos was a gentleman; by his handsome looks, money, and demeanor, he probably was in a serious relationship with someone.

“Nina,” he called out.

“Oh,” I bit my bottom lip, then responded, “Since I just graduated college, I’m going to make my dream of owning a club a reality. Thank you again for your gift.” I fidgeted with my hands.

Slowly he turns around, his serious eyes meeting mine with a raised brow. “You’re welcome. So, you plan on being my competition, Nina?” A smile spreads across his face as he winks at me, then takes a sip from his glass.

Thank goodness my brown skin hid my blush as I let out a shy giggle. “No, I won’t be competition for you. I’m not opening a strip club.”

He eyed me before saying, “Good to know. So, what part of the city are you looking to open your club?” He walks from around his desk, going over to the dark brown leather couch, then taking a seat. Mr. Kourakos crossed his leg over the other as he stared at me intently.

“I’m not sure, which is why I’ll be location hunting starting Monday.”

“I see, well I know of some spots that are available. I’ll have my secretary email them over to you. You may find what you’re looking for with one of those,” he calmly said.

“That’s not necessary, I’m sure I’ll find something,” I returned, staring at his full lips as he took another sip, then sat the glass on the small end table next to the couch.

“I insist,” he countered with a hint of authority.

Not wanting to offend him, I complied and said, “Thank you.” Surely he didn’t call me up here to talk about my future plans. “Umm, is that why you wanted to see me, I mean, is this like my exit interview?”

Mr. Kourakos’ eyes bore into me as if he was trying to put a spell on me. He uncrossed his legs, then leaned forward.

“Something like that, you see, I’m about to lose one of my top dancers and while I would never hold anyone back from following their dreams, I am a little saddened that you are leaving me, I mean the club. I called you up here because I want you to do something for me.”

The way his eyes were fixated on me, had me scared to ask what it was he wanted, but curiosity got the best of me.

“And what would that be, Mr. Kourakos?”

His hand disappeared as he reached over to the side of the couch. When he raised it, he was holding a small remote.

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