after last time. You looking for the same? What can I
interest you two in tonight?"
"Interest
us in?" Nina asked in a shaky voice as she stared wide-eyed up at me.
"You
look like you could be a walking schoolgirl fantasy, my dear. No wonder he
brought you here."
We
stood there surrounded by an awkward silence as I struggled not to knock Chase
on his mouthy ass. He got the gist of my glaring at him in little time, though,
and quickly escorted us to a dimly lit private room. Nina took a seat at one of
the tables as I excused myself to speak to Chase alone.
Closing
the door behind me, I grabbed him by the collar and pasted him against the
wall. The bass from the music in the main room of the club began to vibrate the
lights that hung near his head and only served to irritate me more. "You
have less than five minutes to get me the finest scotch you have in this place
and a chocolate martini. And I'm not talking about that bottom shelf shit you
try to pass off on the customers."
Chase
opened his mouth to protest his innocence, and I pushed him into the wall
again. "And one more fucking word out of you and I'll make sure this place
is shut down by tomorrow morning. You'll have nothing and I'll be short one
pissant fucking club I care nothing about. Do you understand me?"
Chase
looked at me with fear and confusion. "What? She seems nice. I was just
teasing. Trying to give her a compliment. Is that the one I saw you with at
some party a few weeks back? The one who was in the car accident? She's got a
nice, girl-next-door look you haven't gone for in years."
"Now
you have four minutes."
"How
did that couple work out? The ones you took out of here a while back? I never
got a chance to hear how that went."
Pushing
Chase away from me in disgust, I turned to join Nina, adding, "And have
someone else bring the drinks."
I
found Nina sitting at a table watching some sex show on a big screen television
on the other side of the room. Chase had obviously gotten the wrong idea when I
said secluded. I sat down across from her and waited for the inevitable
questions.
"What
kind of place is this, Tristan?" she asked in a hurt tone. "Do you
bring women here all the time?"
I
could barely make out the sadness in her face, but it was there. "Don't
listen to him, Nina. I barely know him, and he knows nothing of what I feel for
you."
"What
did he mean schoolgirl fantasy? What is this place?"
"Don't
let him bother you. He's an ass. I just helped him get this place off the
ground."
"With
money?"
"Yes."
"Is
this a nightclub? What did he mean when he said it's a private club?"
This
hadn't been my best idea. I'd hoped that we could find a secluded spot to talk,
but maybe Top wasn't the right place, even if I was the owner.
"The
club is sort of a nightclub meets sex fantasy camp," I said, hoping I
wouldn't have to go into it more than that.
"Sex
fantasy camp?" she asked with surprise in her eyes.
"Yeah.
I guess this isn't a place you'd want to be. We can go."
Nina
shook her head and smiled. "No. We can stay a little while. I'm curious
about this side of you, Tristan Stone. A fantasy sex club seems distinctly
un-Tristan."
"It
is. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just a silent partner here."
A
waitress dressed in a tight, white T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination
and skin-tight black shorts interrupted our conversation to deliver our drinks,
and I saw Nina's eyes grow wide in the dim light as the woman ran her
fingertips over my shoulders as she left. Looking up, I saw it was a girl named
Brandi who'd worked at the club for the last year.
"Haven't
seen you in ages, Tristan. Nice to see you back," she purred in a silky
voice.
"Do
you know her?" Nina asked as she watched her walk away.
"No."
"Well,
she knows you. She called you by name."
I
didn't exactly know Brandi. She'd been Chase's girlfriend when he hired her,
and more than once I'd had to listen to her as she cried on my shoulder about
his inability to remain
interest you two in tonight?"
"Interest
us in?" Nina asked in a shaky voice as she stared wide-eyed up at me.
"You
look like you could be a walking schoolgirl fantasy, my dear. No wonder he
brought you here."
We
stood there surrounded by an awkward silence as I struggled not to knock Chase
on his mouthy ass. He got the gist of my glaring at him in little time, though,
and quickly escorted us to a dimly lit private room. Nina took a seat at one of
the tables as I excused myself to speak to Chase alone.
Closing
the door behind me, I grabbed him by the collar and pasted him against the
wall. The bass from the music in the main room of the club began to vibrate the
lights that hung near his head and only served to irritate me more. "You
have less than five minutes to get me the finest scotch you have in this place
and a chocolate martini. And I'm not talking about that bottom shelf shit you
try to pass off on the customers."
Chase
opened his mouth to protest his innocence, and I pushed him into the wall
again. "And one more fucking word out of you and I'll make sure this place
is shut down by tomorrow morning. You'll have nothing and I'll be short one
pissant fucking club I care nothing about. Do you understand me?"
Chase
looked at me with fear and confusion. "What? She seems nice. I was just
teasing. Trying to give her a compliment. Is that the one I saw you with at
some party a few weeks back? The one who was in the car accident? She's got a
nice, girl-next-door look you haven't gone for in years."
"Now
you have four minutes."
"How
did that couple work out? The ones you took out of here a while back? I never
got a chance to hear how that went."
Pushing
Chase away from me in disgust, I turned to join Nina, adding, "And have
someone else bring the drinks."
I
found Nina sitting at a table watching some sex show on a big screen television
on the other side of the room. Chase had obviously gotten the wrong idea when I
said secluded. I sat down across from her and waited for the inevitable
questions.
"What
kind of place is this, Tristan?" she asked in a hurt tone. "Do you
bring women here all the time?"
I
could barely make out the sadness in her face, but it was there. "Don't
listen to him, Nina. I barely know him, and he knows nothing of what I feel for
you."
"What
did he mean schoolgirl fantasy? What is this place?"
"Don't
let him bother you. He's an ass. I just helped him get this place off the
ground."
"With
money?"
"Yes."
"Is
this a nightclub? What did he mean when he said it's a private club?"
This
hadn't been my best idea. I'd hoped that we could find a secluded spot to talk,
but maybe Top wasn't the right place, even if I was the owner.
"The
club is sort of a nightclub meets sex fantasy camp," I said, hoping I
wouldn't have to go into it more than that.
"Sex
fantasy camp?" she asked with surprise in her eyes.
"Yeah.
I guess this isn't a place you'd want to be. We can go."
Nina
shook her head and smiled. "No. We can stay a little while. I'm curious
about this side of you, Tristan Stone. A fantasy sex club seems distinctly
un-Tristan."
"It
is. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just a silent partner here."
A
waitress dressed in a tight, white T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination
and skin-tight black shorts interrupted our conversation to deliver our drinks,
and I saw Nina's eyes grow wide in the dim light as the woman ran her
fingertips over my shoulders as she left. Looking up, I saw it was a girl named
Brandi who'd worked at the club for the last year.
"Haven't
seen you in ages, Tristan. Nice to see you back," she purred in a silky
voice.
"Do
you know her?" Nina asked as she watched her walk away.
"No."
"Well,
she knows you. She called you by name."
I
didn't exactly know Brandi. She'd been Chase's girlfriend when he hired her,
and more than once I'd had to listen to her as she cried on my shoulder about
his inability to remain
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