Page 26 of Mailroom Delight
Paige looked over at me. “Come here often?” she asked.
Bill chuckled at the comment.
“Enough,” I replied.
“Is our suite ready?” I asked.
Bill nodded.
“Suite?” Paige raised her brows.
“Relax, Sweet Thing. It’s just the VIP area.” I calmed her running my fingers across her back.
She flashed me a look of disdain, but I just smiled at it. She was in for a real surprise tonight. I was glad she was here. Seemed like I was moving across the game board.
“Come on, I’ll show you.” I moved with her further into the club.
She followed me.
The music hit us the minute we went through the doors to the club itself. It was the standard club music, and everyone was enjoying themselves. There was a seating area, a bar and the main floor. All of which were full.
The last time I checked I heard the place was doing extremely well, which was great for me since I owned it.
I guided her to our suite. It was a room on the first floor with glass windows and a glass floor. I had it designed to make it look like you were floating above the crowd in a glass jar. We could see outside, but no one could see in.
We also had volume control so I turned the music down to make it more background, so we could talk.
She looked mesmerized by the place, and the room. I liked watching her walk around looking at everything. When she turned back to face me, I smiled again, and pointed towards the booth. Bill had already seen to it that we had a choice of wine and other drinks.
She sat opposite me and rested her hands in her lap.
“You can sit next to me if you want.” I would have preferred for her to sit in my lap, but next to me would be a start. “I don’t bite. Well, only if you ask me to.”
She rolled her eyes and moved a little closer, then faced me. The motion made her dress ride up her thighs showing me a little more of her golden skin.
I was dying here, trying my hardest to keep my hands to myself.
That electricity I felt earlier sparked again between us, and I knew she had to feel it too.
It couldn’t just be me.
I was usually right about my instincts and feelings when I used them, and I knew I was right now.
“Okay, Mr. Dempsey,” she began with her head tilted to the side.
“Jason.”I cut in before she could continue. I wanted her to call me Jason, and not in that emphasized way that she said it yesterday.
“Jason.” She said with a slight raise of her brows.
It wasn’t what I wanted, but it would do for now.
“Yes, Sweet Thing.”
She looked at me and tried to look annoyed, but I could see that something in her had indeed softened since yesterday.
“Other than this looking like an obvious date why am I here? This doesn’t look like we’re here for work.”
“This is a date.” I clarified to her horror.
