that it was Mikala calling.
"Mik, what's up?" she asked.
"What are you doing honey? Sounds like you’re getting it on!" She laughed into the phone.
"Jogging. I'm at the gym. Can I call you back?" she asked, wiping her face and decreasing her speed.
"No, just come to the club at eight tonight, ok? I'm short a bartender, and you owe me. Besides, it'll be a blast. See you then." She hung up before Eden could respond.
She thought about it and decided not to argue. Mikala was right, it would be a hoot. She looked forward to a little fun time. She had enjoyed working at the club. Besides, it would get her mind off of Chase for a while and the fact that, since being with him, she couldn’t get herself off. She swore it was some kind of spell he had cast on her . Evil son-of-a-bitch, she laughed.
***
"Good evening Miss Fox, you’re expected upstairs. Have a nice evening," Tony, the club’s bouncer, said as he opened the door for Eden. Tony was big and burly, a sexy, black, bald man, intimidating as hell to all that viewed him, except Eden. She knew him as a pushover that could be stroked like a kitten into doing just about anything she asked.
"Upstairs," she said, a bit shocked. "Thanks, Tony"
Eden walked into the social area, feeling like she was home.
It was a huge room that she had designed as one of her projects during her final semester of college. Eden had created it with tones of cream and gold to give it an air of elegance. No tables and dining chairs, this was an area for talking, meeting and privacy. Large, overstuffed chairs and sofas with small coffee tables were arranged in intimate groupings.
It was quite busy tonight. Music played softly in the background, and most of the seats were filled with lots of whispered conversation buzzing in the air.
A few larger groups huddled together in the center of the floor, and familiar faces she knew waved to her as they danced quietly off to the side.
At a long bar, near the far wall of the room, Eden attached her bow tie to the collar of her white blouse and surveyed the contents of the bar to familiarize herself. She wrapped a black apron around her waist and poured herself a glass of water. She took a sip and damn near choked when she saw the man seated in front of her.
"Chase?" she asked stupidly.
"Hi," he said quite entertained with her. “Moonlighting?” he eyed her up and down with a smile.
"Yes, the design business just doesn't pay enough in today's economy." They laughed and she set a cocktail napkin on the bar. She could feel her heart racing and drew a deep cleansing breath to calm her.
"What can I get for you sir?" She raised her chin and swallowed back the urge to giggle at the discomfiture of the moment.
"How about a dirty Martini, good and dirty." He gave her a naughty little smile to go with his drink order.
“Just the way I like them,” she added. She wouldn't let him distract her with his ultra-sexy self from the task at hand.
In a mixing glass, she expertly added vodka, a dash of vermouth, and olive brine as he watched her intently. Then she took an ice chilled glass, placed it on a cocktail napkin in front of him, and grinned into Chase's eyes as she strained the martini into the glass before she added four olives on a red plastic sword.
He took the glass and sipped from it. "Very nice. Thank you."
"So, what are you doing at Pulse , have a date?" She waited hoping to be wrong. What business was it of hers, she thought, not like they were seeing each other?
"As a matter of fact, I do. Nothing sexual, I assure you. It was made months back, I..."
She interrupted him before he could finish, "It's really none of my business. I apologize."
"No, it's ok. I didn't want to be a jerk and cancel on her. She's a nice girl, but I certainly don't see her in my future. It’s kind of a favor to a friend."
"So, tell me why you’re working at Pulse. " He leaned his chin on his hand, his eyes were glued to her face, waiting.
"Helping Mik,
"Mik, what's up?" she asked.
"What are you doing honey? Sounds like you’re getting it on!" She laughed into the phone.
"Jogging. I'm at the gym. Can I call you back?" she asked, wiping her face and decreasing her speed.
"No, just come to the club at eight tonight, ok? I'm short a bartender, and you owe me. Besides, it'll be a blast. See you then." She hung up before Eden could respond.
She thought about it and decided not to argue. Mikala was right, it would be a hoot. She looked forward to a little fun time. She had enjoyed working at the club. Besides, it would get her mind off of Chase for a while and the fact that, since being with him, she couldn’t get herself off. She swore it was some kind of spell he had cast on her . Evil son-of-a-bitch, she laughed.
***
"Good evening Miss Fox, you’re expected upstairs. Have a nice evening," Tony, the club’s bouncer, said as he opened the door for Eden. Tony was big and burly, a sexy, black, bald man, intimidating as hell to all that viewed him, except Eden. She knew him as a pushover that could be stroked like a kitten into doing just about anything she asked.
"Upstairs," she said, a bit shocked. "Thanks, Tony"
Eden walked into the social area, feeling like she was home.
It was a huge room that she had designed as one of her projects during her final semester of college. Eden had created it with tones of cream and gold to give it an air of elegance. No tables and dining chairs, this was an area for talking, meeting and privacy. Large, overstuffed chairs and sofas with small coffee tables were arranged in intimate groupings.
It was quite busy tonight. Music played softly in the background, and most of the seats were filled with lots of whispered conversation buzzing in the air.
A few larger groups huddled together in the center of the floor, and familiar faces she knew waved to her as they danced quietly off to the side.
At a long bar, near the far wall of the room, Eden attached her bow tie to the collar of her white blouse and surveyed the contents of the bar to familiarize herself. She wrapped a black apron around her waist and poured herself a glass of water. She took a sip and damn near choked when she saw the man seated in front of her.
"Chase?" she asked stupidly.
"Hi," he said quite entertained with her. “Moonlighting?” he eyed her up and down with a smile.
"Yes, the design business just doesn't pay enough in today's economy." They laughed and she set a cocktail napkin on the bar. She could feel her heart racing and drew a deep cleansing breath to calm her.
"What can I get for you sir?" She raised her chin and swallowed back the urge to giggle at the discomfiture of the moment.
"How about a dirty Martini, good and dirty." He gave her a naughty little smile to go with his drink order.
“Just the way I like them,” she added. She wouldn't let him distract her with his ultra-sexy self from the task at hand.
In a mixing glass, she expertly added vodka, a dash of vermouth, and olive brine as he watched her intently. Then she took an ice chilled glass, placed it on a cocktail napkin in front of him, and grinned into Chase's eyes as she strained the martini into the glass before she added four olives on a red plastic sword.
He took the glass and sipped from it. "Very nice. Thank you."
"So, what are you doing at Pulse , have a date?" She waited hoping to be wrong. What business was it of hers, she thought, not like they were seeing each other?
"As a matter of fact, I do. Nothing sexual, I assure you. It was made months back, I..."
She interrupted him before he could finish, "It's really none of my business. I apologize."
"No, it's ok. I didn't want to be a jerk and cancel on her. She's a nice girl, but I certainly don't see her in my future. It’s kind of a favor to a friend."
"So, tell me why you’re working at Pulse. " He leaned his chin on his hand, his eyes were glued to her face, waiting.
"Helping Mik,
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