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“Ember.” I growled, orgasming as she finally blinked away, releasing me from the trance I was stuck in on my side of the glass. “My pretty little Rainbow.”

Chapter 2 – Tamen

“I’vegoteveryonethatworked tonight assembled.” Tony, the old crotchety owner of the Vixen’s Den, said as we walked down the long corridor from his office. “Some that were off came in, but the ones that didn’t will hear everything second hand within the hour, I’m sure.”

The man was one foot on a private island in the Bahamas thanks to my purchase money and the other was barely still touching his toes to the club. He was done, and I was more than ready to dive in headfirst.

It was after four in the morning, but I was on a high like no other.

Shewould be at the meeting, just a few doors away at this point.

My pretty little Rainbow.

Ember. Even though I knew that wasn’t her real name, it fucking fit her perfectly. As soon as she left the stage earlier, I abandoned the room I booked a half hour early and went straight to the private office of the man who owned the club and pulled every bit of information I could find about her from his files. It wasn’t much, but I studied every morsel I could on her like my newest obsession. In a way, she was, and I couldn’t figure out why I was so hung up on her from simply watching her do something I watched people do all the time.

It was something else about her that ensnared me and I couldn’t get my brain to let it go until I understood it.

Her name was Sloane Archer, and I was her new boss. She was mine.

Tony opened one last door, and we walked out of a hidden panel in the wall straight into the exhibition stage room. The same room I just spent the last few hours watching Ember from above as she performed for guests.

The girls were all assembled, sitting around in the chairs and couches, flanked by the other various employees that worked for Tony, including three bouncers and various bartenders, both male and female. Overall, there were over a hundred employees I was now responsible for.

A hush fell on the people as Tony walked through the crowd, with me following him up to the center stage.

“Uh-oh.” A startled voice caught my attention, and I glanced to my side, where Valentina sank into her chair, staring at me with wide eyes.

The girl no doubt thought she was in trouble, given that she had just spent the evening with me and now I was standing in an employee meeting with her boss after I left her before my allotted time was up. Poor chit.

I winked at her and slid my hand into my slacks pocket as Tony started it off.

“Thank you all for joining me, you all know I hate these types of things, so I’ll keep it short and sweet and get right to the point.” He announced, “A few hours ago, at midnight, I sold The Vixen’s Den to this fine man beside me, and he will immediately assume all operations.”

A collective gasp rang out through the room and one sharp voice snapped, “Excuse me?”

All heads turned to the voice, and I smirked when I locked on eyes with its source at the back of the crowd.

Ember.

My Rainbow.

She sat in a chair with a black sweatshirt on and her rainbow hair tied up in a twist on top of her head. She still wore full stage makeup, and her frumpy clothes did nothing to diminish her lethal appearance as she angrily glared from me to Tony and back, then snapped. “What do you mean?”

I spoke up, holding her stare powerfully and taking my new role as owner, “He means that he’s running off to the tropics with a couple million dollars more in his pocket and couldn’t give a rat’s ass about you or this place anymore.”

She stood up in a flurry, gripping the back of the chair ahead of her, and tilted her head angrily at me. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Well, that’s a shame.” I tsked at her, staring her down, and announced, “Three hours ago, you were promoted to head manager of this place. Which means you’ll need to be speaking to me a lot, as your new direct boss.” She shut her mouth with an audible clack of her teeth, surprised by my statement. Good, that made two of us. I turned to Tony and waved him off toward the exit he had been eyeing for days now, “You can go.”

“Wait,” An older woman stood up and glared at me before flicking her glance over at Ember dismissively. “I’m the manager here. I have been for six years.”

The house mother, if you will. God, she looked awful. There was no place for someone that looked that miserable with life in a sex club. “You’re fired.” I waved. “You can leave with Tony.”

The man didn’t even hesitate, throwing a half-assed wave over his shoulder as he grabbed his jacket and left.

I knew he was a shit owner, but that was almost painful to watch.

Almost. The middle-aged woman who looked like she had been ridden hard and put away wet by life huffed angrily, I made no move to recant my statement; she grabbed her purse and marched through the crowd toward the exit.

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