Ending his conversation, he hung up and gave the phone back to the guy, who took one last look at me and then left us alone.
“Do you always talk to people like that? And why does Madison have Monty?” I asked.
“Like what?”
“You were so rude to her.”
“Madison can be a pain in the ass.”
I stood up, and smoothed my dress down, not failing to notice Scott checking out my legs. I could thank the running I did for that.
“Where I come from, we would never talk to our sister that way.”
“And where’s that?” he asked as he stood and walked around the desk.
“Gympie.”
“You’re straight up country, aren’t you?”
“What does that mean?”
He chuckled. “Just making an observation. It’s refreshing actually.”
I had no idea what he meant by that so I ignored it. “You never answered me. Why does Madison have Monty?”
“Couldn’t trust Michelle with him so I asked Madison to look after him for awhile. She loves cats.”
As he said this, he moved so he was next to me and put his hand on my arm to guide me out of the office. Locking the door behind him, he then ushered me down the hall and back into the club. Being this close to him was intoxicating, and his touch sent a thrill through me. It was a good thing that he’d stopped talking to me because only gibberish would have come out of my mouth in reply.
I followed him to the bar where he stopped and faced me.
“You ever worked a bar before?”
Nodding, I said, “Yeah, I know how to pour a beer.”
“Thank fuck for that.” He motioned to the girl behind the bar to get her attention. I recognised her from the other night. “Amy, Harlow’s going to be starting tomorrow night. She’s got experience but I’ll need you to show her the ropes.”
“Sure,” Amy agreed, and smiled at me.
Scott turned to me. “That work for you?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He gave me one short nod. “Good. I’ll leave you to chat with Amy about what to wear and when to arrive. I’ve got to go.”
“Okay. And again, thank you for the job.”
He’d already started to walk away, but he looked back at me and said, “Don’t forget to call me first thing in the morning with that fridge info.”
“Right, will do.”
He exited out the front door of the club, and I wondered just what I’d gotten myself into. Sure I’d done bar work before, but never in a strip club. And besides all that, I’d be working for Scott Cole, and I really wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
Chapter 10
Scott
What the fuck had I just agreed to?