“Can I see the premises? I want to know where I’d be working.”
“Yes, but it will require another NDA issued by the club to gain entry.”
“I’ve signed one. Why not throw caution to the wind and sign a second?” she says with a sweet smile.
I’m going to hell.
“Okay. When you’re done tonight, I can take you over there if you’d like.”
“I don’t finish until midnight.”
“The club is just livening up at that time. If it’s past your bedtime, we can do it on your night off.”
“I’m a night owl. I am perfectly fine going tonight.” The tremble in her voice gives her away. She’s putting on a brave face, but she’s nervous.
I settle back in my chair, considering her for a moment. “Come back to my office after closing, and we’ll go.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be ready.”
“Good girl.”Fuck. “I mean, very well. Now, get to work. The onions aren’t going to sauté themselves.”
I busy myself with the papers on my desk until she takes her leave. This is a terrible idea. I don’t know what it is about her, but I’m almost tongue-tied. And yet, I find myself saying all the wrong things. I can’t slip up like that again, calling her agood girl. I’ve never been so unprofessional in my life, and I don’t understand why.
I’ve bedded and dominated plenty of beautiful women, and I’m always self-assured and in complete control. Maybe it’s because I know she’s an innocent little thing, or it’s as simple as the fact that her body was made for sin. Her lips are sumptuous, her curves voluptuous, and her tits—they would look so fucking good if I came all over them.
Jesus Christ.
I pull my phone out and type a quick message.
Me: Hey, man. I’m coming over after Dulip closes tonight to take a look at the restaurant space. Are you available?
Flex: You’re welcome to go up there alone. There are no workmen around.
Me: I need a buffer. I’m bringing a prospective chef to take a look at the space.
Flex: Is this the hot piece of ass you were talking about last week? You finally told her about the club?
Me: She just left my office. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, bro. I called her a good girl.
Flex: Holy fuck! That’s hot.
Me: It’s unprofessional. I just skimmed right past it and hoped that she didn’t pick up on it. So, will you help me keep my foot out of my mouth tonight?
Flex: Sure.
Me: Thanks. We’ll be there just after twelve. A tour of the club won’t be necessary, so we’ll just meet you up there.
Flex: Where’s the fun in that?
Maybe I should’ve asked Dalton or Pierce to accompany us. Flex will definitely try to embarrass me.
Me: I’m serious. I need to keep this professional.
Flex: Why? Because you really want to fuck her?
Me: Because I’m a businessman with a reputation for excellence. I won’t sully it in the name of corrupting an innocent young woman.
Flex: They’re the best ones to corrupt.
