Page 32 of Obsession on Repeat
"I do not lurk."
"Yes, you do." She wiggled her fingers at Vanessa as she walked by with a folder in her hand, waiting until the woman disappeared before smiling at me. "She’s a vampire."
"I’m sorry?"
"Pale skin, doesn’t show up to work until after dark, and sometimes, she sleeps in her office. Oh, and she hisses a lot, that’s a personal favorite of mine. Plus, she has the sexual appetite of a-"
"Whoa, that’s enough!" I held my hands up.
"Eh, you can’t help but discover this or that about your coworkers, it’s the perks of working in such a popularplace. You should hear the stories about some of the celebs that come here. I could-"
"Keep those to yourself, and get back to work?" Vanessa walked by again, disappearing into the stockroom behind the bar.
"See how stealthy she was? We didn’t hear her come back. Vampire."
I couldn’t help but laugh at the woman’s silly expression. "Okay, moving on. Where do I set up my stuff?"
"Oh, your booth!" She scurried away, and I followed immediately.
We approached a room on the second floor, and when she swung open the door, my eyes widened. It was large, set up with four turntables, a long leather couch, and matching recliners. Glass windows exposed the dance floor below.
"I’ve never seen a booth not set up on the main floor before, this is incredible." I knocked on the glass. "Are these…"
"Trick mirrors. You can see out, but they can’t see in unless you hit this nifty little button here." She pointed to a panel on the wall. "The other button opens the panels, so you can interact with the club below."
I whistled between my teeth as I approached the turntables, running an appreciative glance over them. "These had to have cost a small fortune."
"A little over two thousand dollars each to be exact. They were purchased three weeks ago when we fired the last DJ. Vanessa ordered them top of the line."
"I have my own."
"You’re free to use whatever you’d prefer, but she’d thought you’d enjoy them."
"Why was the last DJ fired?"
Gina plopped down on the leather couch, throwing her legs over the side of one arm. "He couldn’t keep his business and personal life separate. We can get away with a lot, but it doesn’t mean you can parade it in people’s faces whenever you want. There’s a price to pay for being overconfident and cocky, and well, he found that out the hard way."
I spotted her looking at me expectantly, and my eyebrows rose. "What?"
"Aren’t you curious to know why exactly he got fired?"
"You already told me it was a bad mix of business and personal. What more is there to know?"
"Oh, I like you," she giggled. "I can see why Vanessa hired you."
"Thanks, I think?"
"It’s definitely a compliment, but I love gossip too much to pass up the opportunity to talk about it." She chuckled. "DJ Dream was a solid DJ, but I swear that man slept with anyone that looked in his direction. You couldn’t begin toimagine how many people he had in this room every night, sometimes more than one at a time."
I glanced hesitantly at the couches.
"No worries, the room was completely cleaned and remodeled. Vanessa took no chances when it came to DJ Skanky Ass." She wiggled her nose then motioned at the floor. "New carpet, new furniture, new everything. She has the cleaning crew here every morning at five. She’s religious about it."
"There won’t be any worry about me and my personal life. I love being a DJ, it’s the only thing I’ve ever had real passion about in my life besides…"
"Besides what?"
"Besides my boyfriend."
