Page 15 of Say My Name

“Ok, sounds good.”

“You’ve never worked in a nightclub before, have you?”

“You’ve already hired me. You should have looked at my resume harder.” I give him a wink. “It’s too late to take the job back now.”

He smiles, and it’s really quite breathtaking. It’s almost like a smile he reserves for friends. If he has any. “I don’t remember you having one.”

I park a hand on my hip. “No? Oh, must have been my mistake. I was certain I gave it to you.” I brush past him to grab the draft beer Raven sets on the counter and hustle away from his woodsy scent to drop it off at one of my tables.

When I head back to the server station, POI’s still there, watching me.

“Are you here for my credentials?” I ask as I grab a cloth and the spray cleaner to take care of a vacated table.

“How’s your boyfriend handling you working here?”

I pause before leaving and glance over my shoulder. “He loves the money I’m making.” I head to the empty table and barely wipe it off before a new couple fills the seats. Once I get their drink order, I hurry to the computer to input their martinis.

POI’s still standing in the same spot where I left him, still studying me. He makes my palms sweat, but I push away the jitters he causes and engage with him.

“Is there something you need?” I ask.

His eyes drift over my white dress. “I’m not allowed to watch what’s going on in my club?”

He has a point. Staying on his good side is a must. I have to make sure I figure out all aspects of this club.

“I guess you are,” I say, feeling irritated with myself because I was enjoying the banter. But I need to play it safe.

“Speaking of watching… I have something I want you to see.” The husky way he says the words causes tingles to race up my spine. What could he have to show me? I almost want to get out my trusty little notebook so I can take notes while I’m walking around with him.

That would be too obvious, right?

Yes, it would.

He strides out of the station, and I ask Luna to watch my tables while I hurry off with POI. He leads me down a hallway guarded by Jerry, one of the security guards. I’m on high alert, trying to memorize everything I see. I’m looking for familiar faces because I need members’ names so Finn can question them.

He stops in front of a large window and turns to face it. “Look,” he instructs, and I move closer to peer inside.

A few couples mingle inside a big room with red couches scattered about the space. Though the room is dim, cast in a scarlet glow, I have no problem seeing everyone inside.

“What is this?” I ask.

He stands shoulder to shoulder with me as he glances down at me. “I figured since you’re working here now you should see what happens in this club. This room is a viewing room.”

“A viewing room?”

“Yes, whatever happens inside there, anyone can stand right where you are and watch.”

“Oh.” I gaze into his whiskey-colored eyes and then back into the room. “Can they see me watching them?”

“No.”

One couple sits on a couch and kisses. The man drags his hand up the woman’s thigh and slips it under her dress.

My cheeks warm like I stood too long in the sun as I stare, wondering if I should turn away.

The POI nickname drifts away as Devereaux moves behind me, making my skin prickle with heat. My heartbeat picks up and I lick my lips. “Keep watching,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

“It almost feels wrong to watch.” But that doesn’t stop me. I shouldn’t get all heated like this because I’m supposed to be undercover catching a killer. Crazy thing is, I don’t know whether it’s the amorous couple on the couch or Devereaux’s proximity that’s making my blood race at an alarming rate through my veins.

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